Page 52 of Volatile Obsessions

“And I’m faster,” I countered.

“I’d never guess considering I had to provoke you a second time to get you moving.”

“Because you have no patience. Trust me, I was coming for you, sweetheart,” I advised softly, bringing my lips impossibly closer. They were so close, I could almost taste her. “You just never gave me the chance.”

Lux swallowed, the action defined by the prominent bobbing of her throat, and yet still, she held her head high, as if she weren’t at all affected by our proximity.

“Don’t think, Roman. Just do,” she grated softly. “Like I said, do your worst. Balls in your court. That, or you can leave, and you’ll never have to worry about me again.”

“I told you, I’m not going anywhere,” I reminded her.

“Then make a move and don’t keep me waiting. The faster I can wear you down and knock you out, the better.”

“You have no idea what you’re asking for,” I growled in warning, because it was the absolute truth.

She wanted me to do my worst?

Then the worst she shall have.

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