Page 76 of Ruthless Obsession
“My ass hurts,” she mutters, catching her breath.
I smirk. “Good. Let today be a lesson.”
She scowls, wincing as I slide out of her.
“Come on.” I palm her ass. “Shower time.”
Sophie slips off the table, smoothing her wild hair with one hand. “Everyone’s gonna know what we just did. Especially with your cum running down my leg.”
And?” I growl, dragging on a pair of gray joggers.
She rolls her eyes, shaking her head.
I toss her one of my clean tees. “Put that on after.”
I crack the door and gesture for her to head out. As soon as we step into the hall, all eyes snap to us. Applause breaks out. My brothers raise their drinks in salute, clapping and hollering.
“Atta boy, Ruthless!”
“Good job, brother!”
I pull Sophie close and shoot a warning glare to the room. “Let this be a reminder—anyone talks to my OL’ Lady again, they’ll be learning the hard way.”
“We hear you, brother,” a few say one after another.
I nudge Sophie toward the bathroom.
“And while we clean up,” I murmur darkly, “I’m gonna fuck that tight little cunt again.”
She throws a wicked smirk over her shoulder. “Yes, daddy. Please.”
Shit, I’m in love.
CHAPTER TEN
SOPHIE
My brown eyes sweep across the familiar scene from behind my dark sunglasses. People dance below with their drinks held high. For a Wednesday night, Club Crush is packed wall to wall—but that’s no surprise. This exclusive party only happens once a month, and the free drink ticket at the door guarantees a full house.
From my spot in the second-floor VIP, I sway to the music, letting the bass guide my hips even though my nerves are tight. This is the perfect setup to catch Toby off guard. He’ll be too busy flaunting his latest “date” in front of his business associates to notice me in the crowd.
He thinks he’s in control. He doesn’t realize I’m here to watch him try to sell another woman—just like he planned to sell me. Everything we had was a lie. Our relationship? A setup from the start.
My fingers trail the gold embroidery hugging my curves. The gown is bold—dramatic in all the right ways. A thigh-high slit and cascading ruffles flow like liquid fire with every step. A gold choker connects to the plunging neckline, framing my bare shoulders and jeweled straps that glitter against my skin.
Clear stilettos show off my gold-polished toes, the metallic straps winding up my calves. My hair’s swept into a sleek bun—simple, polished, regal.
Brisa said I’d turn heads tonight. She wasn’t wrong.
And then there’s Mavis. Dressed in a crisp white suit with a gold tie and his dirty blond hair slicked back. Gold-lensed aviators shield his green eyes. The man looks sinfully delicious and downright lickable.
Tonya stands beside Legos, rocking a silver studded gown that hugs every curve and lifts her cleavage. The high slit teases every inch of her honey-brown legs, and her black and silver strappy stilettos add the perfect edge. Legos looks sharp too. His tailored black suit and silver tie cling to his broad chest and thick arms.
Prez, Fuse, Webbs, Flock, and Flex are posted around the massive club, dressed to kill, but clearly here for one thing—backup.
Mavis’s grip on my hip is firm and possessive, like he’s warning the whole club I belong to him.
“Eyes open, guys,” he says low into his earpiece.
