Page 88 of Divine Obsession

For the first time in my life, I wanted to freeze the night in time and spend it all with her.

Her nails dug into my back, my hands tangled in her hair, and everything else disappeared. Just her and me, caught up in something neither of us could stop.

And then there was the aftermath.

I hadn’t realized how badly I’d needed her until I felt the cool air hit me once she pulled away and it was all over. She wasleaning against the table, catching her breath, and I was already staring at the locked door, pissed off I had no other excuse to keep her tied to me.

So I pulled my Glock out and shot the handle.

The look on Natalia’s face. Her incredulous scoff. Her knowing I could’ve done this from the start.

It let me know I’d have some apologizing to do in the morning when she’d be less mad at me.

She had a town car waiting, parked discreetly down the block like it had been there for hours. That shouldn’t have surprised me. Natalia always seemed to have a way of slipping away. I’d insisted on driving her, but she just shook her head, flashing me that knowing look of hers.

And then she left.

Now, here I was, still tasting her on my lips, the ghost of her hands imprinted on my skin. Still losing my fucking mind over her.

She’d skipped Davis’ class today. I knew because I looked for her the second I walked into the room. But when I checked online, our project was already uploaded – polished and perfect, just like I should’ve expected. She had a way of doing that.Keeping me guessing. Keeping me wanting more.

No matter how much I hated giving up control, a part of me basked in knowing I could lean back and let her do whatever she wanted to me, andI’d welcome it.

The hallway outside the changing rooms was quiet except for the faint hum of the overhead lights and the distant crowd. My heart was steady, the same rhythm I always felt before a game; calm on the outside, sharp and focused on the inside.

I leaned against the wall around the corner, my arms crossed,waiting. My team was already in the gymnasium, the pre-game chatter buzzing at the edges of my mind.

But I wasn’t thinking about the team. Or the game. Or the adrenaline waiting to hit.

I was thinking about Natalia.

I watched the cheer squad leave in twos and threes, laughing and tossing their hair. Natalia wasn’t with them. I knew she wouldn’t be. She always stayed behind – something about liking the quiet before the chaos. I wondered if she’d known I was nearby, if she could feel me waiting for her like this.

Finally, the hallway emptied, and the muffled noise from the gym seemed a mile away.

The door to the girls’ changing room creaked faintly as I pushed it open and locked it behind me. I paused inside, the faint scent of vanilla invading me.Her scent.A moment later, my eyes found her.

She was standing in front of her locker, back to me, fixing her cheer uniform.

I stalked closer.Silent.

The tension before a game was something I thrived on – controlled, calculated, channeled into every play I made.

This wasn’t like that.

This, I couldn’t contain. No matter how much I told myself I should.

I watched her move; calm, steady, completely unaware I was there.

When I stopped behind her, she froze.

Not a word. Not a sound. The subtle shift of her shoulders. The way her breath caught for a moment.

“You shouldn’t be here,” She said finally, her voice soft.

“Yet here I am.” My voice was low, steady; not even trying to mask the dark intentions behind it.

Slowly, she turned, her chocolate eyes locking onto mine. There was no fear, but something darker, that matched thefire in my gaze. Something scarier than both of us would’ve admitted.

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