Page 62 of Volatile Obsessions

“Well aware, pigeon.” I chuckled. “What can I say? I just like pressing your buttons.”

“Is there a button I can press that’ll make you fuck off?”

Ever so lightly, I dragged the blade across her throat to the other side. “Now why would I ever do that when we’re just really getting started?”

“Because I’m ready to finish it!” she barked, swatting my hand away deftly. With it went her weapon tumbling to the floor. “Clearly, you must seem to think I’m joking. I don’t know why, honestly. I will make your life a living hell.”

“My life’s already hell, love. I can handle the heat.”

Lux groaned, the sound loud and adorably frustrated. Once again, she tried shoving me away, but I was strong as iron, an impenetrable force with the grin of a Cheshire Cat.

“You’re fucking impossible, you know that?!” she seethed. “You talk all this crap out of your ass about negotiations and what not, but all you’ve done is harass me.”

“Because you don’t listen.”

“Because I don’t listen? Jesus-fucking-Christ—who the hell do you think you are?!”

“Roman-fucking-King, sweetheart,” I reminded her, which only riled her up all the more.

“I hate you!” She shoved at me again.

“Scream it louder for me, Lux. You what?”

“I hate you—shove—I fucking hate you!”

“Excellent,” I whispered, slithering a hand around her throat. My grip was so tight, I felt the bob of her swallow. “Hold on to that feeling tight, pigeon. Hold onto it real fucking tight, ‘cause if you let it go, I swear I’ll wear you down to the bone, and I promise you that you’ll regret it.”

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