Page 151 of Volatile Obsessions

“Yeah?” she drawled.

“Get Suki the hell out of there. I know she’s probably blasted, too, but call her an Uber or some shit,” I growled, flipping off another twat through the passenger window.

“What? Why?” she queried, clearly befuddled at my request.

A delighted, sinister smirk colored my expression. “Because I highly doubt she’ll want to hear your screams carrying through the walls.”

Click.

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The drive wasnothing more than a restless blur of muttered expletives and my hand slamming down on the wheel in frustration at each red light that held me back from Lux a little longer. I was dying to get to her and these American cunts had not a clue how to drive. Miami wasn’t nearly as chaotic as New York, but nonetheless, it was maddening in its own way, and my patience had about reached its end.

Especially after almost thirty minutes just to arrive at her damn flat.

I couldn’t get out of the car fast enough, hustling from my seat to the revolving doors in an equally blind trek, fueled by fierce adrenaline and a desperation I didn’t know my heartless soul was capable of. I didn’t even acknowledge the cheery doorman, brushing past him like a bat out of hell.

My thoughts were on Lux, and Lux only.

But yet again, the extent of my patience of was put to the test. It seemed that, the more I smashed my thumb into the call button, the longer the lift took to arrive.

And when it finally did, it fucking lagged all the way up.

The second the doors peeled open on the penthouse floor, I ambled my ass through the foyer to the front doors as though sweltering flames threatened to incinerate the floor behind me. With no neighbors to alarm, I banged the side of my fist against the door twice, bouncing on the tips of my toes in anticipation.

Time stood still as I waited…and waited…and waited.

My heart banged furiously, pulse racing faster than a speeding bullet. I hadn’t been this nervous to see her in what felt like ages. What the hell was taking her so long? Had she fallen asleep? Was Suki still here? Christ, I hoped not. My dick was screaming in fucking agony.

C’mon, Lux—open the door.

Less than thirty seconds later, the locks were coming undone. My chest instantly deflated with a breath I hadn’t even realized I was holding, my palms stinging from the force of my nails embedding into my skin.

Then the door flew open and I couldn’t move, gaping at her like a mindless imbecile. Just the mere sight of her in her little black robe was enough to undo me, a lovesick bastard unraveling piece by piece.

This is what she did to me.

How she ruined me.

Even in her blitzed state, with glassy, bloodshot eyes and that wild hair, she was one stunning creature, a creature who, clearly, needed a reminder of who I was and what my intentions were. I was all but on my knees before her, aching to mold her against me, to devour her, worship her.

I needed to. Needed her.

Needed her to know she was mine, and if that required fucking the concept into her thick skull until her cunt ached, then so be it.

Lux Mercier would learn tonight.

Blue eyes sparkled in the bright lighting, a knowing smile touching her lips. She knew damn well what I was thinking, what I was feeling.

Thoughts and feelings I sensed oozing off her, too.

Mine. So fucking mine, it wasn’t even a question.

A savage growl tore free my chest, one that was a hundred percent irrepressible, and while she hadn’t said a single word, I wasn’t looking to waste time on pleasantries or anymore unnecessary apologies.

At this point, ‘I’m sorry’ was as irrelevant as our spat.

Eating up the space between us, I swallowed her frame in my grasp and stormed us inside her home, slamming the door in our wake. Lux immediately wound herself around me like a vine to a trellis, not an ounce of hesitation or uncertainty in the way she crashed her lips to my own. Thighs in my grip, I dug her into the nearest wall, deepening her feverish kiss with impatient laps of my tongue along the seam. Idly, I felt Wednesday wriggling her way around my feet, little mewls of protest echoing below us, but I’d acknowledge her later.

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