Page 98 of Brutal Obsession

“You’re a good-looking couple.” I step forward and pat Paris’ cheek. “I know what his cock tastes like. I know you do, too. Obviously. But I’m just saying… I think he likes my mouth better.”

She reels back, her mouth dropping open.

I turn. My legs aren’t working right, but I make quick work getting the fuck out of dodge.

Jess is gone, and so is Willow. Amanda finds me, though, and she’s with the girl who gave me the pill. We dance and dance until I don’t think I can move anymore. My thoughts go blissfully blank. No more Greyson, no more Paris, no more ballet. Just music and my heartbeat and the lights dancing across our skin.

They keep catching my attention. The lights, that is. They remind me of the ones we use for the shows.Used, I guess, since I’m not part of that world anymore. Standing under the spotlights on stage was warm. Hot, even. Add in pointe shoes and difficult choreography… It was a lot, and I miss it.

And then I’m airborne.

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VIOLET

I’m lifted and flipped around, thrown over a shoulder. An arm bands the back of my thighs to my assailant’s chest. I raise my head, but I don’t see Paris or her lackey, or the snake she was tangling with. Until I inhale his scent, and understanding dawns.

Ah.

Grey carries me outside and down the block. He doesn’t set me down, and I don’t fight it. The world is tilting, and I’d rather tumble headfirst into traffic than let him assist me. Right now, he’s just taking charge.

Nothing I can do about that.

“Your girlfriend already get you off? Is that why you came back for me?” I ask the concrete.

“She’s not my girlfriend.”

“Does she suck your dick like I do?”

He groans. “You said that really fucking loud back there, you know.”

I roll my eyes and relax further. His steps aren’t headache-inducing. It’s kind of nice actually, to be off my feet. I let myself sway with his movements.

“Hey. You pass out?” He jostles me.

I yelp and grab his waist. “Easy, asshole. What do I look like? A sack of potatoes?” I consider that, then frown. “Don’t answer that.”

He chuckles. “We’re almost back.”

“I don’t have my key,” I lie.

“It’s not in your pocket?”

It’s weird, having a conversation with him while my ass is right next to his face. He doesn’t seem bothered by it, though. In fact, his pace is slowing. And then he sets me down, and the world flips again.

“Whoa.” I squeeze my eyes shut. “I didn’t sign up for this ride.”

“You’ve been dancing for hours.” He moves my arm to loop around his waist, then puts his around my shoulders.

“Hours?” I shake my head, and my stomach heaves. “More like minutes. I just got there.”

He laughs and shows me his phone. Three o’clock in the morning. The game ended forever ago…

I groan and close my eyes, but he just shakes my arm.

“Keep your eyes open, Vi. We’ve got to get you inside.”

I exhale. “I don’t want to go inside.”

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