Page 51 of Volatile Obsessions

Two…

Three…

I tried taking deep breaths, eyes squeezed shut in attempt to block her out, but the heat radiating off her body was impossible to ignore. That primal need within me, the one that drew me to her despite every red flag set raised before me, was raging like a storm.

I wanted her.

Wanted to wreck her.

Possess her.

Fuck her.

Own her.

Christ, I was so screwed if these were the directions my mind was going to so early on. They were dangerous, dangerous thoughts, thoughts that had the ability to wreck us in one simple implosion.

How was it even possible this woman could make me feel so insane?

More over, the better question was, did she feel this way, too?

I was so sure of it the other night, so damn sure, but here in this moment, she didn’t seem as fazed by my presence anymore.

And I didn’t like that.

Needed to change that.

With lithe speed, I ducked and swiveled around, body slamming her into the nearest wall. The force of my strike dislodged the weapon from her hand, dropping it right in my grasp.

I grinned, and struck again.

Digging the tip of her pistol deep under her chin, I pressed myself impossibly closer, watching in complete fascination as she gasped for air like a fish out of water.

That stare of hers, though…it didn’t waver, lethal blues biting into me as she tried clawing herself free.

My grin widened.

There it is.

“What’s wrong, pigeon? Did you really think the big, bad wolf doesn’t bite?” I hissed, relishing the feel of being this close to her.

She fit perfectly against me.

“Stop calling me that,” she choked out, and then with a growl I wasn’t expecting, she kneed me almost right in the nuts, whacking her palm straight across my cheek.

She struck me so hard, the bloody gun went flying out from my grasp, clattering to the floor several feet away as I folded over just slightly. The entire left side of my face burned from her assault.

Little bitch had good aim.

Chuckling, I snapped my jaw back in place and swiftly trapped her throat in my hand, touching my forehead to hers as I forced her further into the wall. “That’s fine, pigeon,” I snarled again, placing emphasis on her favorite word. “Hate me all you want. I can assure you the feeling is fucking mutual.”

“Fantastic, so get the fuck out of here already,” she tossed back, chest heaving.

“Not a chance in hell, especially now. You wanna play? Let’s play, love. I guarantee you’ll lose,” I murmured, dropping my stare to her lips.

They looked so soft, so damned plump and delicious. I wanted to suck them between my teeth and lick into her mouth…

“I’m fast, King,” she growled, distracting me from my wayward thoughts.

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