Page 16 of Unruly Obsession
“I need to drop you off at home,” I say, following her.
“And I told you I need fresh air,” she replies flatly.
“No, you said you feel sick.” I scan the area, noting no one else is out here at this time of night, but it doesn’t make it any less exposed.
She runs her hands over her thighs before sitting on the lip of the fountain in the middle of the small park. Her outfit is distraction enough—tight-fitting pink pants, a matching pink bralette, and a pair of black heels—and I’m tempted to cover her, if only for my sake, so my gaze isn’t tempted to rake over her,again.
“You’re a weird friend. Do you know that?” she says, ignoring my previous comment.
Friend. Is that what she really thinks I am to Luca? Fuck me, the poor girl doesn’t have very good instincts about people.
A few dim lights dot the park, creating a contrast against her porcelain shoulders, which seem to shine, compared to her face, which is hidden in the shadows as she gazes at her feet.
“I’ve been called worse, I suppose,” I admit as I reluctantly take a seat beside her, because as much as I want to hasten this, I have a feeling that she might not be out here because she feels sick. She looks more like a girl who’s avoiding going home. But she’s not a girl. She’s a beautiful woman. Precious perhaps… but she’s not at all like the others in the circles Luca mingles with. And maybe that’s what makes her appear so breakable—because she’s so transparent.
We sit in an easy silence. I watch her as she stares at her feet, and it irritates me. Someone as beautiful as her shouldn’t be staring at the ground, but I don't care to ask about the demons she may be fighting.
“Are you just friends with Luca, or is there something else to it?” she asks.
“We have business together,” I say vaguely.Friendis definitely not the right word to describe Luca’s and my relationship. This little rabbit would shake in her boots if she knew the depths of darkness we conductedbusinessin.
She’s studying me now. I don’t know what she’s looking for or why she stares so intently with those big blue eyes. But she certainly doesn’t seem sick. When I’m about to suggest we walk back to the car, she moves with lightning speed. I grab her arm tightly on reflex, but am surprised when her soft lips press against mine.
For the first time in a long time, I’m momentarily shocked into inaction. Startled by the gentle neediness of a woman I shouldn't touch. Yet my firm grip pulls her closer into me, her breasts pressing against my chest. I force my tongue harder against hers, exploring the depths of what this woman is willing to give me.
I wait for her to pull back and run away scared, but the more I demand, the more she opens up to me. She swiftly adjusts herself, getting on her knees, and uses my hold on her to ensure she doesn’t fall into the fountain as she straddles me. Her knees barely fit on either side of me from the size difference, but then she rubs herself against me, those delicate hips grinding on my hardening cock. The moment she feels me through my pants, a little whimper escapes her throat.
Fucking hell, this woman might be my undoing.
When I come back to my senses, I gently ease her away from me. I can’t fuck this woman. I’ve never had concerns aboutwho I fuck before, but I can't cross that line with this one. She is completely off-limits and will only complicate matters with Arabella Barone as it is.
Lily’s eyes widen in shock. “I, um—” She looks confused. “I’m sorry. I—” She throws back her head and laughs, then slowly climbs off my lap. “Can’t say I’ve been rejected before,” she says, sounding somewhat refreshed.
I’m intently watching her every move, the dip of her curves, the shimmer of her skin as the water hits it. I’d be a fiend to touch something so unintended for bloody hands such as my own.
“Trust me when I say you can’t handle me, Sunshine.”
She laughs again, the sound light and freeing, an entirely different version of what I thought I knew about her. She’s still the agreeable, doe-like woman, but there’s something more confident in her peeking out. She holds out her hand expectantly. “Give me your phone.”
My eyebrows dip. “I’m not giving you my phone.”
“Interesting that you thought I was asking. If you’re going to reject me, the least you can do is take my number.”
“Why do I need your number?”
“So you can message me later to make sure I got home safely after I call my driver to pick me up from here.” She wiggles her fingers expectantly. “Come on, you’ve already rejected me once, help a girl's ego out. Surely, a phone number isn’t going to hurt you.”
I stand. “There’s no need for any text messages because I’ll be taking you home.”
She holds her ground, placing a hand on her hip. “I’ll let you take me home if you give me your phone.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“This is not a negotiation,” I growl, then throw her over my shoulder and stride back toward the car. She squeals as I lift her with anoomph. Fuck me, she barely weighs anything. There’s nothing to her, yet I can’t help but have already noticed the perfection of her figure. How smooth her ass feels under my hand, and her tits, which press against my back. A fucking temptation I don’t need.
“Put me down! Thisiskidnapping.”
