Page 60 of Divine Obsession

When I dipped my finger even lower, goosebumps formed all over her skin as she swayed into me. Bet she would’ve let me finger her right there if I wanted.

Despite her sarcasm regarding my manners, I did think of myself as a gentleman. So I broke the moment.

“Already game for round two?”

Her eyes popped open and she pushed me away, though I only took half a step back.

“You were so eager for me to touch you earlier. Thought maybe you’d let me get away with it again.” Raising a shoulder nonchalantly, I put my hands in my sweatpants’ pockets.

She groaned in frustration, though I didn’t miss the pink blush heating her cheeks. “What do you want?”

“I already told you.” I didn’t actually want her to leave –not without me, at least. Just needed a reason to talk to her.

“Yeah? Too bad.” Natalia turned away from me, bent down to her pink sports bag, and pulled out her white and navy pom-poms. “I’m not leaving.”

“This isn’t over until I say it’s over, Natalia.”

The smile she threw over her shoulder made my dick hard.

“Then have fun playing with yourself, playboy,” She purred, her voice all sinful.

It didn’t help that I was left watching her perfect, round ass in that tight, white skirt as she walked away. Her hips swaying… Those caramel curls bouncing with her every step…

Rubbing a hand over my mouth, I wiped the stupid smirk off my face.

Check-mate.

The game had started no more than ten minutes ago.

And she already had me planning some idiot’s funeral.

Harvard’s captain had his eyes on her the minute he walked into the gym hall. I clocked it the moment his eyes swiped down her figure. And I’d been right when he didn’t take his eyes off her for the rest of the time he was on the court.

I was pissed. Maybe even thought about keying his car at the end of the night or catching him later this week to smash his face against the hood.

I was pissed.

Now… Now, I was homicidal.

The idiot just had to tip me over the edge.

Zach had already scored multiple times within the first five minutes of the game, and I could see sweat gathering on the rival team players’ foreheads.

Through all the passing and shooting, Harvard’s suicidal captain got hold of the ball.

I didn’t trip; not even when he ran across the court to shoot a couple points.

But when he slam-dunked and dedicated the shitty two-pointer to none other than Natalia…

He was dead.

Chapter 15

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Harvard’s captain had to be rushed to the hospital.

An ambulance showed up and took him.

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