Page 127 of Volatile Obsessions

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Mine.

She was mine.

The circumstances in which we arrived here were less than ideal, an unexpected bomb, really, but in the end, I got what I wanted.

I was on cloud-fucking-nine, feeling so damned victorious I didn’t know what the hell to do with myself. I wanted to bury myself inside Lux over and over again, to erase the memories of her past, of any man who’d used her and abused her before me.

Her story was heart-wrenching. Gutting. It lacerated the blackened stone in my chest and set it ablaze with wild rage. I was entirely serious when I told her I’d end her father one day, too. He deserved every bit of it and then some. An eternity in hell wouldn’t be enough in my eyes.

No.

He deserved much worse; a slow and painful death.

What he’d done to his daughter was… I couldn’t even think about it.

Couldn’t think about how his years of relentless abuse literally led her right into Vic’s arms.

It took everything in me not to react when she’d said his name. I laid there quietly, fuming after what she’d shared with me, willing myself to sit through what remained.

But I had to cut her off there.

I couldn’t bear to hear if he’d hurt her as well.

Couldn’t bear to think that, eventually, I’d have to tell her the truth.

I say eventually because there wasn’t a chance in hell I was going to come clean then. I’d just gotten her, had just won her over.

It had to wait, even if it weighed me down in the process.

“I’m getting in,” Lux announced the following evening.

Poolside with drinks in hand, the night was crystal clear, a little cool, too, which was odd for Miami.

I set my tumbler on the small patio table between our loungers and steepled my fingers. “I’ll join you, on one condition.”

“And what’s that?” She seemed genuinely intrigued, sliding her legs off the side of her seat.

“We go in naked.” I waggled my eyebrows.

Lux smirked knowingly.

We’d been at it three different times today already.

I couldn’t get enough of her.

“I’ll agree if…” she held a finger up.

“If what?”

“If you tell me about you.”

Her proposition threw me for a loop, rising faint alarm bells in the back my mind. “What all does that entail?”

“It’s your turn,” she clarified, confirming my worst suspicions.

What she wanted me to tell her wasn’t just painful, it involved Vic, too….

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