Page 47 of Volatile Obsessions

I hitched a shoulder. “We established this a long time ago.”

“I know, it just...never ceases to amaze me, that’s all.”

Humming, I waved my fingers at him and turned slightly to fetch my purse. “Well, good night, Vic.”

“Night, L,” he chuckled.

I swear to you I thought he walked away. It sounded as such anyway, but when I swiveled back around with bag in hand, he was standing right there, donning that sinister smirk of his.

“Christ, Vic, what the hell?” I hissed in alarm, digging my heels into the floor beneath me to avoid slamming into his chest.

“I’m sorry, I just couldn’t help myself,” he murmured, stepping impossibly closer. “Seeing you reminds me how much I’ve missed you...”

I smiled tightly. “I’m sure you’re just fine.”

“I am, but that doesn’t change the fact I miss you. You literally cut me off from one day to the next.” His large hand swooped up and cupped my face.

“I didn’t cut you off.” I gritted out, cringing under his touch. “Phantom happened. Shit’s been busy.”

Vic nodded as him thumb skated along my jaw. “Very true. You’re right.”

No shit.

“Well, we’re alone now,” he pointed out, gliding his other palm up my side. “How about we pick up where we left off?”

“I think it’s better we don’t.”

“C’mon, Lux, you’re gonna stand there and tell me you don’t miss my cock demolishing your pussy?” His question came hot and heavy on my neck.

“My toys do the job just fine,” I answered, squeezing my eyes shut as he engulfed me in his arms. Alarm bells blared but I tamped them down, breathed through each wave in attempt to calm myself.

Vic would never...

Would he?

“Toys aren’t real, baby, and you know it,” he tossed back, teeth grazing the shell of my ear.

“They aren’t, no, but they sate my needs perfectly.”

An amused chuckle erupted from his chest. Shaking his head, he pressed himself against me with purpose, all of him. “I’m calling bull on that. I doubt any dildo of yours feels better than my dick stretching you out.”

God, no, please.

My heart started racing, breathing ran ragged. Dread creeped its way up my spine in sickening anticipation of what his next move would be. I hated this feeling, this all too familiar feeling, and though I hadn’t felt it in a long time, now that it was working its way through every part of me in rapid succession, it felt like just yesterday since the last time it burned me alive.

“Vic, stop,” I grated out, sliding my arms between us to fend him off.

“Relax, L,” he cooed, pulling me closer. “Let me make you feel good.”

No.

“I said I’m fine. Please stop,” I huffed again, struggling a bit harder.

But his hold on me was much too strong, and before I knew it, he had me pinned to the top of my desk, his erection probing me through all the layers of clothing separating us.

“What you need is some stress relief. Lift this little skirt up and spread those legs for me.”

“No.” I tensed.

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