Page 152 of Volatile Obsessions

Right now, I was all about my Queen.

“Fuck, I missed you,” I mumbled into her mouth.

“It hasn’t even been a whole day,” she breathed.

“And yet it felt like an eternity. Is Suki gone?”

“Mhmm.”—kiss—“Stryker came to get her.”

“You’re in trouble now.” That was the one and only warning I was going to offer her.

The only one.

Taking off through the house, I barreled down the corridor to her room in hasty, determined strides.

The second we burst in through the double doors, I tossed her onto her bed, every ounce of frustration and anxiety from the day flooding me in an instant. “That was some dumb shit you pulled last night. This morning, too,” I growled, pulling my shirt over my head.

“I know,” Lux agreed, fumbling to undo the knot of her robe. “I fucking know. I’m sorry.”

My belt was next, the buckle jingling as I pulled it free from the loops of my jeans. “I don’t need an apology, Lux. What I need is for you to finally get it through your head that you are mine. You’re all I want, all I need…”

“I do know!” she protested, prompting me to lay a finger over my lips.

“And yet you don’t, but you will by the time I finish with you tonight. Come here—get on your knees.”

Without hesitation, she did as I asked, scooting to the edge of the bed. Blue eyes trailed up my bare chest, meeting my stare with such curiosity and adoration, I nearly tossed her backward and impaled her right there.

My cock was already up for the challenge, straining painfully against my jeans. But I held on tightly to my restraint.

All in due time.

Soon enough, I’d be buried so deep in her pussy, she’d never doubt me—or us—ever again.

Slipping the belt around her neck, I secured it in one fluid movement and gave a little tug, pulling her body flush against me.

“What are you doing?” she whispered, hands flying up to clutch the belt, her fingers slipping beneath the studded leather.

“Subduing you.” I wrapped the end around my hand until the very tips of my knuckles grazed her jaw. “We’re doing shit my way this time, baby.”

A meek little moan bubbled in her throat, compelling me to yank on the belt.

Harder.

Tighter.

It was abundantly clear she liked it, squeezing her eyes shut as my lips skated roughly up her cheek.

I hummed, appeased by her irrepressible reaction. “You like that, don’t you?”

Lux nodded, trembling in my grasp.

I hummed again, brushing the black silk off her shoulders. “Let’s see how much you like it once I’m fucking you. Turn around.”

“No.” She shook her head briskly, unbuttoning my jeans in a flash. “Not yet.”

Her objection caught me off guard, so much so that I didn’t grasp what was happening until my back had already hit the bed, her face still inches from my own from my hold on the belt.

“Let me service you,” she purred, licking at my lips. “Then you can have your wicked way with me.”

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