Page 51 of Twisted Obsession

“I don’t want your thanks, Kami. I would have happily skinned him alive for you. I still will. Just say the word.”

I saw the bob of her Adam’s apple, the dilation of her pupils. She was at the perfect height to my midsection. With her chin tilted far back and her cheeks flushed, it was hard not to imagine undoing my belt and…

“I don’t want that,” she murmured. “He doesn’t deserve your life if you get caught.”

“Oh, kitten,” I let my grin curl slow and cutting across my face, “but I would go in with a smile. Guys like him just need to be reminded of what happens to little pricks when they touch things that don’t belong to them.”

She blinked. “Are you calling me a thing?”

You could be a thing,I wanted to tell her.You could be my plaything, my pretty, little toy.

But I didn’t.

I swallowed my response and focused instead on her face, on her lips, on the rise and fall of her breasts. My gaze dropped to the knot on her corset, the only piece of string holding that wholedress in place. It would have been so easy to tug it loose and let her breasts spring free into my hands. I’d pull her into the office, strip her naked and fuck her against the glass. That’s all I wanted, to sink deep inside her and have her beg me not to stop. I’d twist all that lush, glorious hair in my hand and pull it back as I took her from behind. With those heels of hers still on, she was the perfect height to get the best angle.

This obsession I suddenly had with destroying and ruining Kami blew my mind. It made no sense when it was the same Kami I had pumpkin spice tea with just the morning before. It was the same Kami who sat at my parents’ table just the previous night, nibbling on spaghetti and talking to me about the new book to movie adaptation of the book we were both reading. That hadn’t changed. I hadn’t changed. Why did it feel as if some enchanted veil had been lifted all of a sudden, revealing her to me for the first time?

“Darius?”

I sucked in a breath and lifted my attention back to her face and the look of knowing in her eyes. I almost smirked at the matching want reflecting back at me.

“Go back to your friends, kitten. Enjoy the rest of your night. I’ll be here if you need me.”

I closed the door before the answer in her eyes touched her lips and she damned us both, because as much as I would have given my soul to have her splayed across my bed sheets, she was off limits.

I stayed the whole night in case anyone else thought it would be a good idea to test me. I stayed in the silence of my office and away from the temptation of the woman below, but she found me with Lavena at her side. Literally at her side, holding her up as she staggered over the ice picks strapped to her feet.

I was out of my chair before the door closed behind them. “What happened?”

Lavena jostled Kami higher. “One too many shots. She always thinks she can keep up with Kas. She never learns that no one can keep with that lunatic, not even me. But she tries.”

I went to them, and Kami was heaved into my arms. I caught her, her lithe frame fitting perfectly in line with mine before I hoisted her up into my chest. Her tiny weight settled in place as if she were made from that very spot. Her head nestled into the side of my neck, her breath warm and even against my skin.

“I can do another,” she slurred. “I’m ready.”

I snorted despite myself. Lavena met my gaze, her own lip quirked at the corner.

“Sure, you can, champ.”

Kami grumbled something and snuggled against me, a lost kitten seeking heat. I was painfully aware of every stitch of naked skin under my hands, every waft of her musky scent, every exhale. Still, I cradled her close, taking advantage of my good fortune.

“What am I supposed to do with her?” The question was a spiritual one meant for the heavens, but Lavena answered.

“Can you take her back to the apartment? Enzo just texted to meet up for an after party and it’s on the other side of town. I don’t trust cabs or Ubers. Kas is coming with me, and Sasha has already gone home.”

The instructions were clear enough and nothing I hadn’t done before. Usually, however, I wasn’t having an existential crisis. I definitely never took Kami home alone before.

But I accepted the mission.

Take Kami home.

Couldn’t be that hard. She was barely awake. I just needed to get her back to the apartment, tuck her into bed and leave. In the morning, things would be different. I would be different. I would realize how insane I was acting all night and never think of my dick and Kami in the same sentence again.

It was foolproof.

Easy.

I got her to my car. I carried her as if she were a child who had fallen asleep on the sofa. I cradled her with equal gentleness as I maneuvered through the crowded streets. I kept to the shadows, to the walls, tucking her out of view from the waist down whenever anyone got too close; there was no other way for me to keep the world from seeing her pussy where the back of her skirt swung free, but I was going to fucking try.