Page 82 of Arran's Obsession
“Won’t is different to can’t, baby,” the boss retorted.
She went quiet.
“Last chance to call this off,” he said.
After a beat, Arran indicated for the staff member, Felicia, to proceed. She trailed her finger across the top of Genevieve’s strapless dress then yanked it down, her full tits freed.
God-fucking-dammit.
I averted my gaze. Glared at a man staring on, his hand sneaking down to his crotch, even though I had the same rush of blood downwards.
Whatever they were trying to prove to each other, I was still a fucking man. If I even stood near the boss’s woman and popped a chub, I risked losing it to his rage. From our city-cleansing activities, Arran was deadly good at slicing off dicks.
Yet, he’d given me an order.
And his woman was bare-chested on a goddamned sex frame.
“Touch her,” Arran turned his taunts on me. “Don’t hold back for her sake. She wants it.”
Kill me now.
Felicia obeyed instead, taking one of Genevieve’s nipples in her fingers. The spreadeagled woman gave a gasp of surprise then a hot-as-hell groan. Arran, with his jaw slack and gaze fixed on that action, still didn’t touch her.
Across the room, a woman appeared then almost immediately slipped out of sight behind a golden cage.
Dark glossy hair, big tits, a curvy-as-fuck arse…
My heart stalled. I stared, angling my neck, but saw nothing more.
In a rush, I was back to dark bedrooms and midnight waking. To being teenaged and wanting the unthinkable. I worked an immoral career, enjoyed a life of sin, but none of it was a patch on what I’d desired as a teenager.
The girl in the bedroom beside mine.
Her appearing in my room at night and our silent communication. Her stripping her clothes and climbing into my bed. Everly was the most beautiful, fucking crazy-making soul to have ever existed. She drove me to the edge of insanity.
She was the reason I knew anything about the right amount of dope to use to knock someone out, and why I’d started keeping a list of men to fuck with, eviscerate, or disappear.
Fury filled me.
If she was here,again, I’d fucking riot.
There was no reason for her to be near me, and if I found her, I’d throw her over my shoulder and march her straight out, yet… A better idea came to mind.
There was every reason for her to watch me play with another woman and once and for all get the message to stay the fuck away.
Chapter 26
Genevieve
Between my legs, strong fingers grazed up my thighs, the burning need in me soaring to greater heights. It was Arran, I was sure. Even if he hadn’t spoken, I knew his touch.
But the hand on my breast wasn’t him.
I flexed my fingers stretched high above and to either side of my head, my fingernails touching the padding of the frame. My skeleton mask kept me blinded, and a low running panic wouldn’t quit, my fear of the dark present.
Another hand grazed my side from behind me.
My breathing hitched. That couldn’t be Arran. Some other man was going to have his turn. To touch me however he wanted. I’d put myself up here and I was going to see it out.