Page 194 of Volatile Obsessions

I stopped fucking breathing for so long, my knees buckled. Bile shot up my throat with such ferocity it almost spewed out of my mouth like venom.

She’d been molesting them.

She’d been fucking molesting them.

As horrible as it sounds, I didn’t even give a fuck about Vic. He deserved it—you reap what you sow.

But Rome, my Rome—my King. She’d done to him what all those men did to me.

What Vic did to me.

His current state made so much sense now.

Liza growled then, exasperated and outraged, spinning around like a demon picking its next victim. “Why?!” she roared malevolently. “Why the fuck can’t everyone just leave me alone? Why can’t everyone just let me have my happily ever after with my boys. They’re mine—both of them! Mine!”

Woah.

I’d never seen anything like it.

The woman completely unhinged in the span of seconds, faster than when the switch initially flipped.

This was a million times worse—like the exorcist.

If provoked enough, her head might actually spin.

“They’re not toys,” Suki snapped. “They’re human beings with freewill. You can’t force them to be with you.”

“Yes, I can!” Liza countered. “My daddy did it with his all girls, with me. He had us all, got to play with us all, love us all.”

Vic turned to her in horrified realization at the same moment Rome’s voice boomed. “Your father did this to you, too?” he asked, stupefied.

“Did what? Love me? Spoil me? Give me everything? Then yes, yes he did,” Liza barked.

“If your father did what you’ve done to these men, that’s not love, Liza—that’s rape,” I stated, luring her incensed stare on me.

“It’s not rape if I wanted it!” she screeched, the extent of her depravity clear as day in her eyes.

She really was crazy.

“And it’s clear they didn’t want it, so for them it’s—”

“Don’t let their forlorn faces fool you,” she interjected, teeth bared. “They wanted it. They wanted me. They fucking fought over me! So I made them mine—I’ll never let them go again!”

“You’re insane,” I tossed back, reaching back for Rome’s hand when his body heat enveloped me from behind.

“No, I’m not! I’m passionate!” she argued.

“Yeah, passionately insane.”

Thatdid it in entirety.

On a raging growl, she came rushing for me.

Manic.

Hellbent.

Mad as a hatter.

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