Page 122 of Divine Obsession

In that fucking outfit?

She tried pushing me off again. I didn’t let her.

“What for?” I pushed.

“None of your business–”

“What. For.” When she didn’t respond my hold on her throat tightened. “If I have to askone more fucking time, Natalia… I swear to God, I’m going to pull your dress up and fuck you raw.Right. Fucking. Here.”

Her throat bobbed under my rough palm with a hard swallow.

I leaned in closer, gritting my teeth. “Until my cum is spilling down your thighs when you stumble outside and everyone knows you’ve finally been fucked properly.”

I caught the small tick in her jaw.

I felt it when her pussy clenched around nothing, against my leg.

Nothing had changed between us. The same tension we had in college. The same arguments. The same attraction. It couldn’t be healthy.

Her eyes were slightly glossy as they met mine. “You’re bluffing.”

My hand with the gun, I pushed her dress up with my muzzle–

Her voice stopped me.

“Do you really want to know?”

It wasn’t a question. It was an answer in itself.

An insinuation.

A warning.

I scoffed, looking away as I pushed off her, nodding slightly. “A’ight.”

So that’s how it was.

Like I gave a shit.

Sliding my Glock back into my waistband, I hit the release on the emergency stop. The elevator jerked back to life and the red lights faded back to the cold fluorescents.

I stared into the metal doors.

It took Natalia a moment longer to regroup. She straightened her coat and smoothed her dress. Her glare was fire and ice all at once, but she didn’t say another word.

Soon as the elevator doors slid open, stepped out without hesitation, leaving me with nothing but the faint trace of her sweet scent hanging in the air.

I followed behind; my jaw tight, my eyes scanning every detail. A sleek, dimly lit underground space that was equal parts luxury and danger. Polished floors reflected the faint glow of hidden lights, and the faint thrum of bass leaked from behind closed doors. It was the kind of place where secrets were currency, and power dripped from the walls.

Ahead, Natalia pushed through a polished door without knocking, and Gìovanni DeMone’s stupid fucking smirk came into my view,

“Well, this is a surprise,” He said from behind his office desk, his gaze staying on me as I entered behind Natalia.

Gìovanni’s office was the epitome of his style – sleek, dark-brown furniture; a wall-sized bookshelf filled with books, records, and signed American footballs; a stocked bar that looked more like it belonged in a penthouse than underground.

“Kick him out,” Natalia said, her tone flat, but the venom was there. She didn’t even glance my way as she shrugged off her coat and threw it over an armchair. “I’m not playing, Gìo. I don’t fuck with him.”

“Ouch.” Gìovanni placed a hand over his chest in mock pain, his grin widening as he looked at me. “What’d you do this time, Su?” When I didn’t answer, he chuckled, shaking his head and turning to search through a desk drawer.

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