Page 27 of Hunted Obsession

A lift of her hand, an extension of her finger, and part of her body would be touching part of mine.

“I appreciate you coming to me with this, Lucille. I’m just not sure why you were doing it.”

“Because she doesn’t deserve you,” she whispers.

As I look down at her, my eyelids lower, and I focus on her, unable to look anywhere else. Lifting my hand, I cup her cheek. I need to touch her, my body aching to be near her, as close as possible, so close that I’m inside of her.

“Lucille,” I whisper.

She tries to take a step backward, but I anticipate the move, wrapping my arm around her and holding her against my body, keeping her close to me. I can smell her, practically taste her, and I want every part of her body right this minute.

Lowering my head, I touch my mouth to hers.

“She doesn’t,” Lucille exhales.

“But you do?” I ask.

“Always.”

Chapter Twelve

THERON

Fuck.

I should not be doing this, but Lucille has surprised me, and I can’t walk away from her. I can’t turn her away from me either. I have to have her. Right fucking now. Sliding my tongue along the seam of her lips, I taste her.

Her body trembles in my arms. I smile against her mouth, my arms flexing as I keep her close to me. When her lips part, I take it as my cue to continue. Slipping my tongue into her mouth, I moan at the sensation of her warmth. And the wetness. Fuck me. Warm and wet, exactly how I imagine her cunt is right now.

Our tongues tangle as we taste one another. There is no fight for control because Lucille knows that I am the one in control—always. She whimpers, her body completely and totally relaxes and melts into mine.

Nibbling on her bottom lip, I break the kiss as we both catch our breaths. I wasn’t expecting this. Not in the slightest. I restmy forehead against hers, lifting it when I can finally speak again.

“What the fuck, Lucille?” I ask, not releasing my grasp on her and keeping her body close to mine.

She presses her swollen lips together, releasing them before she lets out an exhale. I’m not sure what she’s going to say or if she even knows herself. My eyes widen as I wait because this isn’t just about Emmie.

Lucille has been watching me.

“I’m worried about you,” she says.

It’s a partial truth but also a partial lie. She knows better than anyone else that I can take care of myself. So, sure, she’s worried about me, but she is also jealous as hell. If she didn’t still want me, she wouldn’t be watching me or doing this much fucking research. She’s got a fucking notebook.

“But that’s not all.”

She pushes away from me, but I don’t let her. Dipping my chin slightly, I look into her eyes, silently demanding that she focus on me. She relents. Relaxing against me again. I cup her cheek and continue to focus on her gaze.

“This can’t happen, Lucille.”

She opens her mouth, likely to protest, but I don’t let her. Pressing my thumb against her lip, I shake my head once. “I’m not sure what this is yet, either, but you getting involved makes you a fucking target. I don’t want you doing any more. Don’t come here, my place, or anywhere else that would tie us together.”

Lucille nods, her eyes watering at my words. Releasing my grasp on her, I watch as she takes a step backward. Only then does she break her eye contact with me. Her gaze shifts down to her feet before she slowly brings it back up to meet my own.

“I knew that it would be a gamble coming here. Either you would believe me, or you’d think I was crazy?—”

“You’re not fuckin’ crazy, Lucille,” I interrupt her. “I am trying to protect you. Let me do that.”

She turns her head and then makes her way over to the window that looks out at the parking lot below. I watch her in silence, wondering what the fuck she’s thinking right now. I couldn’t read her mind even if I wanted to, not back when we were together and especially not now.

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