Page 35 of Savage Obsession

Aithan curses under his breath, resting his forehead against mine. “This is not over.”

“Of course not,” I reply breathlessly. “Looking forward to it.”

He steps back, smoothing his shirt as he moves toward the door. I slide off the desk, adjusting my skirt, my cheeks still warm.

Leon steps into the office, taking one look at us before raising a brow. “Should I come back?”

Aithan sighs. “What do you want?”

Leon grins. “Your wife is causing too much trouble. She’s going to ruin your reputation.”

Aithan glances at me, his lips twitching. “Somehow, I think I’ll survive.”

Leon chuckles, shaking his head. “Well, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

As Aithan turns back to his desk, he casts me a look that makes my stomach tighten. This war between us, this battle of control—it’s nowhere near over.

And somehow, I know neither of us wants it to be.

Aithan

A sharp knock echoes through the office, yanking me back from the intoxicating pull of Yelena. My forehead drops to hers, and I groan, irritation lacing my voice.

The knock comes again, louder this time. Grinding my teeth, I push away from Yelena and straighten my shirt, silently cursingwhoever stands on the other side of that door. I already know who it is before I even open it.

Leon.

His smug expression is already in place before I get the door fully open. He leans casually against the frame, arms crossed over his broad chest, his dark eyes flicking between me and Yelena before his mouth curves into a slow, knowing grin.

"Did I interrupt something?"

I stare at him, my patience hanging by a fraying thread. "What do you want?"

Leon takes his sweet time teasing Yelena before turning to me.

"Your father’s here. Wants an urgent meeting."

My irritation sharpens into something more potent. "Now?"

"Now." Leon tilts an eyebrow, clearly enjoying himself. "So, unless you want me to tell him you are too... occupied to attend—"

"Shut up, Leon." My voice is pure gravel, but it only makes his grin widen.

Yelena, completely unfazed, adjusts her blouse with a slow, deliberate grace before throwing Leon a saccharine smile. "Doyou always ruin his fun, or is it just when you particularly want to annoy him?"

Leon chuckles. "Oh, he thinks about killing me at least once a day. You should see the looks he gives me."

"I’m considering shooting you right now," I growl, running a hand down my face, forcing my focus away from the heat still lingering between Yelena and me.

Leon only laughs harder. "Wipe the frustration off your face, cousin. You look like a man who just got cockblocked."

My jaw clenches. Hard. "I fucking hate you."

"No, you don’t. Now come on, let's go see what my dearest uncle wants."

I shoot a glance at Yelena. She smirks at me and waves her fingers in a mock goodbye. "Enjoy your meeting, husband."

God help me, this woman will drive me insane.

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