Page 2 of Her Dark Obsession

He walks right towards Josie. And once I check that Orlando is preoccupied with tonight’s bed-warmer—his words, not mine—I walk up the stairs. It’s supposed to be off limits, but I’ve grown up taking what I want and not asking for permission. This particular party is being hosted by Kenny, one of the football players.

It’s quiet up here. I open the first door, walk in, and close it behind me. My back presses against the wood as I tip my head back, close my eyes, and inhale. Silence. The music from downstairs is gone. Just gone.

“Are you lost?” a voice with a deep Irish accent asks me.

My lashes snap open. How did I not notice someone else was in this room? I always notice everyone.

A pair of eyes stares back at me. They’re the darkest green color, like emeralds. But it doesn’t matter how long I stare. I’m no closer to figuring him out. He’s as closed off as one can be. Not a single ounce of emotion in his features.

“I asked you a question? Are you deaf?”

Breaking out of my stupor, I raise a single eyebrow at him. “Do I know you?”

“Not yet, you don’t.” He smirks as his glare roams up and down my body, and something strange happens. It’s as if a tiny trail of fire ignites my skin. Following his gaze. What the hell is that?

“What makes you think I want to know you?” I counter.

The guy stalks towards me. All six-foot-something of him. Those dark-green eyes accompany a perfectly symmetrical face, a strong jawline, and high cheekbones a lot of women pay thousands of dollars to achieve. Framed by a mess of blonde hair I want to run my fingers through.

I frown at the foreign thought. Why the hell do I want to touch his hair? I might not know why, but I want to. Which means I’m going to. I step towards him, closing the gap as my hand reaches up and pushes his hair from his forehead.

“Why do I get the feeling I should run right now?” he asks me.

I lift a shoulder. “If you knew who I was, you’d already be out the door,” I tell him, at the same time a strange buzz runs through my body. A buzz I have no plans of ignoring.

Chapter Two

Few things excite me in this world: food, football and sex. Right now, it’s the latter that’s on my mind. But if you saw the blonde bombshell who’s right in front of me, your dick would be doing all the thinking for you too.

This girl emits trouble. One look at her and I knew… I don’t know how, but I just knew that she’s not someone I’m supposedto be touching. But I’ve always been the type to take what I want, regardless of the consequences. And right now, I want her.

“And why would I run from a ride like you?” I ask her.

“A ride?” she repeats.

“It’s a compliment. Means you’re hot as fuck.” I don’t move. Standing right in front of her as she runs her hands through my hair with a strange look on her face. Almost as if she’s experiencing something for the very first time.

“Does it work both ways? If I were to describe you as a ride, would that mean I think you’re hot?”

“You think I’m hot, babe?” I smirk.

“It was a hypothetical question,” she says, while the way she’s touching me begs to differ.

“Good to know I’m hypothetically hot in your eyes, then.” I chuckle and step forward, closing the small gap between us. Pressing my body up against her and not doing a single thing to conceal my hard-on.

“I should warn you… being here with me, like this, is dangerous for you.”

My lips tip up. “You probably shouldn’t have said that.” My hands grip her hips, grinding her body against mine.

“W-why?” she asks.

“I don’t run from danger, babe. I’m the type of guy who runs head-first into it.” If I wasn’t thinking with my dick, I’d probably ask her what she meant. Instead, all I can think about is how fast I can rip this little black leather dress from her body and sink inside her.

I’m pretty sure I’ve never been this hard for anyone before. Then again, I’ve never had a girl this fucking hot either. And I don’t even know who she is. “What’s your name?”

“What’s yours?” she fires back.

“Connor. When I make you come so hard you see stars, that’s the name I want to hear you screaming.” I lift a hand, runningmy fingers across the bottom of her red-painted lips. I expect the makeup to smear, but it doesn’t. That just makes me wonder what it would look like on my cock.

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