Page 99 of Volatile Obsessions

Lips scraping.

Hands seeking purchase.

Her stalker was a thing of the past. I gripped her at the waist and tossed her in my spot, frantically reaching for her thighs thereafter to lift her off her feet.

She complied without protest, throwing her head back as she wrapped her legs around my waist.

Can’t run now.

“We have to stop doing this,” she panted, mewling softly as I nipped a trail up her neck.

“I can’t,” I bit down, my grip on her thighs forceful and possessive, “it feels too good. I fucking need you.”

Lux’s laugh was breathy, bordering on manical. “Why me? Why are you doing this to me?”

“What part?”

“All of it—from beginning to end. Why me?”

Did it matter?

It’s not like I could tell her the truth anyway.

“Just shut up, Lux. It’s not important.” I slammed my mouth against hers once more and kissed her with purpose.

Ot at least I tried to.

“Like hell it’s not!” She pushed me off, arm bent like a shield. “You’ve spent months harassing me, making my life a living hell, then you stupidly kiss me and suddenly you need me? Are you insane?”

There wasn’t a lick of humor in her voice. She was completely serious.

This I could be honest about.

“Yes,” I answered.

Evidently, that’s not the answer she wanted to hear.

“Oh my God, you’re fucking maddening!” She groaned, wiggling herself onto her feet.

Whether she was trying to run or not, I threw my hands down on either side of her, caging her in, the receptacle booming from my force.

“So are you—that’s what you don’t seem to understand.”

“How am I maddening?” she spat incredulously. “I’ve done fuck all to you!”

“Fuck all? Really?” Now I was laughing. “And you think I’m insane? You’ve fucking possessed me—worse than any demon ever could.”

“Oh, please. You kissed me once, Roman. Stop acting like—”

“Stop fucking calling me that!” I exploded.

I don’t know why, but I was so fucking tired of hearing it come out of her mouth.

“It’s your name, psycho!” she squeaked. “The fuck would you like me to call you? Asshole? Douchebag? Motherfu—”

“Rome, Lux.” My hands were on her again, nose in her hair. “Just Rome.”

I’d been dying to hear her say it, especially in that little breathy tone of hers when I was touching her.

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