Page 145 of Divine Obsession

Aaron faltered, before he masked it with another smirk, his gaze flickering between to me.

“I bet he doesn’t fuck you like I could. God, the things I’d do to those nice tits… You should leave him for me, Natalia–”

The moment I saw Trevor’s hand move towards his gun, my panic spiked. I couldn’t let it happen.

My nails dug into his skin harder. His muscles tensed under my grip.

“No, thanks. I don’t do four inches.” I gave my best fake smile, Aaron’s friends bursting into laughter.

“Trevor. He’s not worth it,” I spoke only for him, my voice low but insistent. “Come on,” I urged, my grip tightening as I gently pulled him with me.

I didn’t want to look back, but I could sense Aaron and his crew still watching us.

As we got into his car in the alley, I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. Trevor slid into the driver’s seat.

“You okay?” He asked, his voice calm, though his body was rigid, and I could practically feel the rage rolling off him in waves.

I nodded, though the unease still lingered in my chest. “Yeah,” I murmured, my eyes staring out the window.

It was silent for a moment, before I heard the softclinkof metal.

He was loading his Glock.

The sound of the slide filled the silence, a sharp contrast to the hum of the car.

“Trevor,don’t. Please. He’s not worth it.”

“Not now, Natalia.” He spoke detachedly, as he expertly checked the magazine.

“What can I do?” I breathed hard, my anxiety rising.

“Get my mind off it,” He murmured distractively, moving to get out. “Though I doubt you can do that.”

Reaching over to his side, I pulled the door closed, moving on him. The moment I settled on Trevor’s lap, I could’ve sworn the laughing across the alley died down.

The Ferrari was blacked out, but not enough for the windshield to hide that I was on top of him.

Our eyes locked, and the noise of the city was swallowed by the intensity of his gaze.

His were black, impossibly dark, like staring into the depths of something endless, something that could swallow me whole if I let it. They usually gave nothing away, but in that moment, I saw the fire blazing deep beneath.

His gaze didn’t alter, and I felt myself caught in the pull of it.

“Natalia.” Trevor’s voice was low and deep, proving the restraint beneath.

My hands moved over my body before I knew what I was doing. I ran my palms up, over my waist and the swell of my breasts, inslow, languidmovements.

Trevor’s ebony eyes lit up – as hot as burning volcano ash. His muscles curled with tension, yet he made no effort to push me off.

I tilted my head, my hair draping over my shoulder in soft curls. “Is that why you broke his arm in college?” The pink, long-sleeve shirt I was wearing, had three small buttons at the top. “Why you want to kill him now?” My fingers brushed up, undoing the first button. “Because he wants me?”

Trevor’s eyes narrowed on me, his tongue swiping over his perfect teeth. “Because you don’t disrespect a woman the way he just did.”

“So not because of what he’s fantasized about my boobs?”

Another button.

“Maybe that too.” He murmured, his voice drowned in sin, as his eyes lowered to my hands.

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