Page 43 of Magic or Madness

He doesn’t acknowledge me, instead, he pushes me against the hood of his car and moves inches from my face.

“You’re a tease. One drink is more than fair, considering all the tiny outfits you flaunt for me every day.” He smirks, and I attempt to push him away from me, kicking my legs to try to gain momentum.

Just as I’m about to scream, Ozzy comes out of nowhere, connecting his fist to Keith’s cheek.

“She said no, you pervert,” he spits, landing one more punch to the jaw.

I race to Ozzy’s side, holding him back from doing any more damage to my boss’ face.

“I’m okay. Ozzy, look at me, I’m okay.” I pull his chin down until his eyes meet mine, and I see the sparkle in them that’s reserved only for me.

“You’re sure?”

I nod, and he helps Keith up, who’s visibly shaken after those sucker punches.

“Let this be a lesson,boss man. You don’t touch a woman when she says no, and you sure asfuckdon’t touchmywoman, ever again. Are we clear, or do you need to take notes?” Ozzy holds Keith by his pathetic ponytail, staring right into his eyes.

“Yeah, man. We’re cool,” he stammers, running to his car once Ozzy releases his grip.

My savior wraps his arm around me, holding me tightly as we watch Keith drive away. Ozzy offers him a sarcastic wave as he passes us before leading me to the truck.

“Next time, you knee him in the balls, understand?” He asks, kissing my forehead and opening the door for me.

“If I do that, then my big Greek God can’t swoop in and rescue me,” I whine, and he shakes his head.

“Nobody touches you.”

I take his hands, examining the damage to his knuckles, and kissing the places where blood has pooled.

“We should get some ice on this,” I whisper, my eyes lingering on the crimson red staining his skin.

“What’s mine is yours, Bambi.”

I look into his eyes, and he’s almost begging me to taste it, just like the night we took our oath.

My body is tingling just from the idea, and my brain is buzzing, desperate for the thrill.

I bring his swollen hand to my quivering lips, darting my tongue across the raw flesh and I feel a sense of euphoria when the familiar metallic taste of blood reaches my tastebuds.

I savor every drop, licking my lips as Ozzy watches me, and every sense in my body feels elevated.

I’m taken to new heights every time I engage in something like this with Ozzy, and I realize I’ll chase this high for the restof my life. Constantly in need of something that compares to the absolute phenomenon that I feel because of a small taste of something forbidden.

“Oh my god,” I breathe, closing my eyes to keep this moment from slipping away.

“Tu sei perfetta, Bambi,” he whispers, bringing his lips to mine.

I can’t keep my hands off him, pulling him on top of me in the passenger seat of his truck. I’m desperate for more, and I slip my tongue into his mouth, tangling with his perfectly.

I moan into him, bucking my hips against his thigh, but he breaks our kiss apart.

“We have plans tonight, let me take you home,” he says, gently kissing my forehead.

I groan, missing his body pressed against mine, and he smirks, telling me with his eyes that he’s not done with me yet.

“Where are we going?” I ask, taking my usual spot against him while he drives.

“Some club downtown. Crew tradition before a big job,” he says calmly, and my stomach turns.

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