Page 96 of Volatile Obsessions

“Start it over,” I ordered, circling a finger through the air.

Our audience seemed to agree.

Amongst their whistles, he nodded and got right to work, first slowing down the track, then scratching it out deftly to the beginning.

The sensual beat started building again.

Lux closed her eyes and brought her arms up above her head, rocking slowly side to side. I should’ve known right then this would be the best dance of my lips, but I was far too hypnotized to acknowledge my fate.

As soon as Rihanna’s voice started crooning those provocative lyrics, Lux’s hips started rolling.

Swaying.

The enticing motion traveling through her stomach to her arms.

Up to her head.

A quick roll fanned her hair around as she bent forward toward one leg and snapped back, stare on me as those green tresses fell over her face in a mess.

Fuck me, this was torture. The lines of her body were just... They were goddamn perfect—delicate curves adorned in a plethora of ink.

Curves I wanted beneath me again.

On top of me.

Trapped in my hands.

And the erotic words splashing through the speakers didn’t help.

They only amplified her movements, doubling—no, tripling—their effect on me.

It took everything in me to stay fused to that damn chair, and once again, she picked up on it before I could slide the mask in place.

Sinking to her knees, she rolled her head around once more and stretched out onto her hands, a wicked smirk puckering her already pouty lips.

Goading me, she was purposely goading me.

Look at her—rolling around on the floor, eyes pinning me to the seat as she arched her ass in the air, shaking it around for everyone to see.

And then that crawl, that dick-twitching little kitty cat crawl with claws and all before she slithered into my lap, pressing her back flush to my front. An inked arm wrapped around my neck from behind as she ground all over me in time to the music, that sweet scent of hers slamming into my senses faster than three lines of blow.

I was fucking salivating like a dog.

All I wanted to do was snake a hand around her throat and take a bite into her neck, sink my teeth as far in as her adorned skin would allow.

Suck the bitch right out her until she couldn’t refuse me anymore.

But I didn’t do a damn thing, mostly because I was so focused on not going rock hard beneath my jeans, which wasn’t the easiest feat when driving me mad was quite obviously her ultimate goal.

Felt like some unspoken revenge.

Maybe it was.

“Such a tease,” I growled in her ear, trying my damnedest not to put my hands on her.

Vic was watching—hard. I could feel his stare.

Fuck, I needed to get her alone.

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