Page 75 of Volatile Obsessions

“You’re a pain in the ass, you know that?”

“Guilty, but you like it. Now, back to the question,” he pressed, shooting another groan out of me.

He really was relentless.

“You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Probably, but you’re averting again. The question, Lux, let’s go—tell me one thing the world should know about you.”

“That I don’t back down. Ever,” I blurted out, desperate to be freed from his ludicrous game of twenty-one questions.

My heart was suddenly hammering, spiking higher and higher as he leaned in toward me. Alarm bells sounded off, but fuck me if I could move.

I could barely breathe.

Too close. He was too close, like all up in my bubble close. I could feel him, all of him; his vibe, his warmth, his fucking everything in my bubble and I couldn’t fucking breathe.

“I knew that already, too, but I’m gonna let it slide this time. Next time, though, don’t give me some obvious bullshit answer, or I’ll pester you until I get the one I want.”

Something about his threat snapped my eyes up to his, and unbeknownst to me, it was a wrong move on my part.

A trap.

The second they fused together he was quick to hold on and not let go. That compel tattoo scripted over his eyebrow had never been more apt, because that’s exactly what he was doing to me.

I couldn’t look away, watching his every move. When his gazed dropped to my mouth, I was there, struggling not to squirm as his tongue lashed out across his bottom lip.

I felt it everywhere and no where all at once.

He inched a spec closer and I sucked in a heap of air, squeezing my eyes shut to save myself from falling deeper under his spell.

“Don’t do it, please” I whispered, because I knew what was coming.

I knew it with every fiber of my being.

“Hell yes I’m doing it,” he whispered back, lips hovering so tangibly against mine I could already feel their softness. “I have to. Been dying to. Let me.”

“Don’t.”

“Yes. Just relax. Those street rats can’t see us—it’s all good.”

“I know, but still, don’t…” I beseeched him.

If he did this—if I let him do this—nothing would ever be the same again.

“If I put my lips on yours right now, are you going to move?” he questioned, ever so softly clasping my chin between his fingers.

“N-no,” I admitted, breathing hitching.

“Then yes, I’m fucking do it. One taste, Lux. Quick and painless...”

“But deadly—”

And then he was kissing me, dragging me down further into his depraved rabbit hole of sin and temptation.

My brain screamed for me to get the hell out of there, and yet once again, I was helpless against him. This man had me stuck, melting into him as he kissed me with purpose, like his life depended on it. What was supposed to be one kiss, went on and on, building rapidly from gentle to urgent. His fingers speared into my hair, pulling me closer until I was trapped beneath him with no escape route in sight. The way his lips moved over mine was unlike anything I’d ever had the pleasure of experiencing before. He knew when to kiss, when to nibble, when to lick, intoxicating me beyond repair. I couldn’t control myself, opening wider as he sought out proper entrance into my mouth, his hands trailing along my body like we’d done this a million times before.

I was lost, so damn lost in this moment… Until a breathy moan bubbled in my throat and reality threw a bucket of ice water over my head.

Gasping, I pulled away from him, shaky hands flat on his hard chest to put some much needed space between us.

“I’ve gotta go,” I said in a rush, scrambling to get around him on jelly-like legs.

“Lux.” He tried reaching out for me, but I was too quick. “Lux, don’t go.”

“I have to,” I called out over my shoulder, nervously booking it to the door.

What have I done? What the hell have I done?

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