Page 121 of Divine Obsession

The elevator's hum filled the silence. Natalia stood beside me, her fur coat draped loosely over her shoulders, her chin high, and her expression carefully blank. Her perfume – something light and sweet, with a hint of vanilla – wrapped around me, suffocating and intoxicating all at once.

I let the tension stretch, watching her in the dim reflection of the elevator's metal walls. I glanced at her from the corner of my eye. She was staring straight ahead, her expression cool, detached. But her hands weren’t as steady as she wanted them to be. Her grip on her coat tightened just slightly, the only betrayal of the storm that I knew had to be brewing beneath her calm exterior.

When the elevator hit theperfectpoint between floors, I moved.

In one seamless motion, I reached under my jacket, pulled out my Glock and aimed it at the surveillance camera in the corner. The muffled pop of the shot was barely noticeable, but the camera sparked and died. At the same time, my hand shot out, slamming the emergency stop button. The elevator shuddered to a halt, and the overhead lights switched to an eerie red.

Natalia turned to me, startled, her lips parting, but I didn’t give her time to speak. My arm was already braced against the wall beside her head, my body pressing her into the cold metal.

“Wanna tell me what the fuck you’re doing here,amai?”

She gasped, watching me with wide eyes. She was nervous. I could see it in the way her body leaned back just alittletoo far against the elevator wall. The way her breathing quickened slightly.

“You’ve lost your mind,” She muttered, shaking her head.

I smirked, a slow, deliberate curve of my lips. “Have I?”

None of it made any sense. Why would she be here? She was Salvatore Moretti’s daughter. Was this some kind of rebellion? Secret life maybe?

My jaw clenched at the thought, the image of Natalia under these lights, moving to someone else’s music, taking orders from men who’d look at her like she was theirs to touch, theirs to want. The idea settled like poison in my veins.

She didn’t belong here. Not in this world.

Not for anyone but me.

“Yes.” Natalia gritted her teeth. “You’re fucking insane. Fuckingdementedif you think you can–”

Her words cut off with a hiss as I pushed my leg between her thighs, pressing it into her core. She lifted her hips – maybe to pull away,maybe out of old habits…But ultimately ended up rubbing herself on my ten-thousand-dollar black suit trousers. A violent, suppressed shudder rolled through her, letting me know she was feeling my weight pressing right against her clit.

“Go ahead,” I growled, the vibrations in my voice sending goosebumps over her skin, the same way I was sure my heavy warmth was making her panties wet. “Piss me off. We both know how well that goes.”

Her nostrils flared, and she straightened her spine, shifting her weight like she wasn’t about to let me get the upper hand. But I didn’t move, keeping my arm and leg where they were, my other hand loose at my side, holding the Glock.

The air between us was thick, heavy, and I could see the faint tremble in her body.

I let my gaze trail down her, slow and deliberate.

That goddamn pink dress. The knee-high boots. The coat that barely stayed on her shoulders.

“You sure got the look for this place, don’t you?”

Her plump lips pouted, her eyes flashing with something dangerous. “You like it?”

The mocking in her voice was clear.

“This your scene now, hm?” I murmured, my voice low and deep; taunting her back.

I pressed my leg harder. Her composure cracked for a second – a faint hitch in her breathing, a flicker of uncertainty in her gaze – but she recovered quickly, lifting her chin and meeting my eyes with a glare sharp enough to cut.

“Don’t mistake my patience for weakness, Trevor,” She said coldly, her voice steady despite the tension radiating off her. “Youdon’tintimidate me.”

My smirk deepened, but I didn’t move. I stayed close, letting the weight of my presence press against her. Leaning in slightly, my voice dropped to a low, dark murmur. “No? Then why are you trembling?”

She scoffed, the sound sharp and full of defiance, and attempted to push me off. “Fuck you–”

I pressed her harder against the wall, my hand wrapping around her throat with possession. “What. Are. You. Doing. Here.”

“I’m here to see Gìo.”

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