Volatile Obsessions by Dee Garcia (42)

From last night to this morning, I’d sent Lux over fifteen text messages and called her a dozen times, if not more.

Every message went unanswered.

Every call was sent to voicemail.

I was anxious, pissed right the hell off, too. How to the fuck was I supposed to fix this mess when she was giving me the cold shoulder?

Unrightfully so, I should add.

What she saw from her vantage point, what her mind had obviously led her to believe, was not what happened.

Not even close.

Azalea had completely caught me off-guard when Lux ran off to the restroom.

I was stewing after the Vic revelation, consumed by thoughts of both murdering him with my bare hands and burying myself in Lux straight through next week. It was all I could see on the glistening surface of the whiskey in my glass.

But then a small hand draped over my arm from the other side of the bar…

“Why so miffed, handsome?”

Snapping my head up, I’m met by regal gray eyes. I recognize them immediately, the long lilac waves of her hair too.

“What are you doing here?” I ask her.

Azalea looks at me like I’m clueless. “I work here, silly. I must have been on my break when you walked in.”

“I see,” I nod, taking a sip from my glass.

“So how’ve you been?” she presses, keen on continuing our conversation.

I, on the other hand, would rather not.

“I’ve been better,” I grate dryly, hoping she’ll take the hint.

“I figured. You look like—”

“Yo, Zay!” A voice from somewhere behind me interrupts her. “Table five needs refills; two Corona’s and a Blue Moon!”

“Coming right up!” she answers, then goes on to squeeze my arm, flashing me a coy wink. “I’ll be right back.”

I would prefer she didn’t, am about to tell her as much, but she’s gone to the other end of the bar before I can utter two words. Perhaps seeing Lux at my side when she returns from the ladies room will warn her off from approaching me again.

Minutes later, there’s a tap at my back. I swivel around, expecting to see my Queen, but it’s Azalea. She settles herself between my already spread legs and throws her arms around my neck.

“As I was saying, you look like hell. I can make it better, though,” she coos.

“I’m going to pass,” I deadpan, trying to move her off me, but she holds on tighter still and pushes me back against the ledge of the bar top.

“C’mon, Rome—let’s finally finish what we started during the hurricane. And this time, you don’t have to worry about Kelsey. Just me.”

“Again, I’m going to pass, Azalea.”

“I’ll put the pep back in your step, babe. Suck your cock so good you won’t even remember what you’re so angry about.”

“Third times the charm perhaps? I said I’ll pass. I have a—”

My phone vibrates in my pocket, pulling my attention away from the woman trying to seduce me.

I fish it out and the message on my lockscreen rises every hair on my body in a panic.

See?

She had it all wrong.

It looked terrible, I know, but fuck—hadn’t I proved myself to her? Hadn’t I proved that she was it for me?

That she was all I wanted. All I needed.

I tried putting myself in her shoes, tried thinking about how I would’ve handled seeing some wanker all over her, and while I definitely would’ve felt the green-eyed monster possess me from the inside out, I never would have jumped to conclusions.

Never would’ve left her there with nothing but a text.

But Lux was a woman, a damaged woman who’d never experienced a real relationship, so I couldn’t bring myself to blame her.

Did her silence play on my nerves?

Absolutely.

But I wasn’t going to push her.

I’d done my part. Now, all I could do was wait for her to come around.

She had twenty-four hours.

Otherwise, I was taking it back into my own hands again before this spiraled into something worse.

I didn’t hear from Lux until later on that evening, and I was no where near my phone when the calls started. I’d been out in the pool, swimming laps to ease my mind from the stress of the last almost twenty-four hours.

When I got back inside, I was surprised—and a tad unnerved—by the amount of calls and voicemails clogging my lock screen. She’s been calling as frantically as I had, and it appeared that, for every call, there was a voicemail that went along with it.

Most of them were of her singing, very drunkenly, to one of Rihanna’s more vintage sounds. She wasn’t alone either, cajoling Suki into singing along with her at some point as well. Each voicemail was literally a continuation of the last, and by the time I listened to the last one, I was in stitches.

Relieved.

Showering and dressing in record time before I jumped in the Benz and called her back.

“There you are,” she said lazily.

“Do you enjoy serenading people in a drunken stupor often?” I joked, gunning it down I-95.

“It’s only fun when they”—hiccup—“answer the phone.” The smile tugging her lips was utterly palpable.

I couldn’t help but laugh despite knowing she’d been drinking, very likely, because of what went down last night. “Christ, you’re fucked up.”

“Am n-not.”

“Okay, pissed out of your mind is more like it.”

“Rome!” she whined, to which Suki mimicked in the background. “Knock it off! I’m not pissed!”

“You were earlier,” I pointed out, and I wasn’t referring to alcohol anymore.

I hadn’t even meant to say it. It just…came out.

The line fell completely silent, so silent, in fact, I found myself glancing at the screen to ensure the call hadn’t dropped.

“Lux, you there?” I asked.

“I’m here… And I know,” she admitted softly, the volume of the music fading dramatically. Then a door clicked shut. “It was stupid and immature, and just… Ugh. I’m sorry.”

Flipping on my blinker, I cut off some old geezer—who was driving 30 miles per hour—and dropped a gear, the engine roaring powerfully beneath my foot flooring the gas. Hearing her apologize was a relief. Not that I needed an apology, but it served to confirm this tiff was nothing. “Don’t be. If I caught some bloke blatantly trying to get so chummy with you, I’d have done the same, too.”

“Worse, maybe.” Lux laughed, but I could tell it was only half-genuine. Not a word followed the dismal sound either, drowning the line in another thick bout of silence.

Silence drenched in guilt, more specifically.

Personally, her jealousy spike was nothing short of adorable. I loved the fact that she was possessive in her own way.

But this wasn’t a game anymore.

She was mine, and I was hers, and propriety wasn’t something either one of us took lightly.

“I know Suki’s there,” I said after a beat, finally easing onto I-95 with nothing but determination and urgency thrumming through my veins. “But do you need anything?”

“You,” she whispered meekly.

One word.

That one little word was all I needed.

All I wanted.

Mine.

“I’m on my way,” I warned her, weaving in and out of light traffic in a hurried fashion.

Horns blared above Imagine Dragons as I cut people off and I could give all of three fucks.

A man on a mission was a force to be messed with.

Honk, wankers.

“Really?” she squeaked.

I nodded regardless of the fact she couldn’t see me. “Fuck yes. Don’t fall asleep. .”

“I won’t.”

Damn right you won’t.

“And Lux?”

“Yeah?” she drawled.

“Get Suki the hell out of there. I know she’s probably blasted, too, but call her an Uber or some shit,” I growled, flipping off another twat through the passenger window.

“What? Why?” she queried, clearly befuddled at my request.

A delighted, sinister smirk colored my expression. “Because I highly doubt she’ll want to hear your screams carrying through the walls.”

Click.

The drive was nothing more than a restless blur of muttered expletives and my hand slamming down on the wheel in frustration at each red light that held me back from Lux a little longer. I was dying to get to her and these American cunts had not a clue how to drive. Miami wasn’t nearly as chaotic as New York, but nonetheless, it was maddening in its own way, and my patience had about reached its end.

Especially after almost thirty minutes just to arrive at her damn flat.

I couldn’t get out of the car fast enough, hustling from my seat to the revolving doors in an equally blind trek, fueled by fierce adrenaline and a desperation I didn’t know my heartless soul was capable of. I didn’t even acknowledge the cheery doorman, brushing past him like a bat out of hell.

My thoughts were on Lux, and Lux only.

But yet again, the extent of my patience of was put to the test. It seemed that, the more I smashed my thumb into the call button, the longer the lift took to arrive.

And when it finally did, it fucking lagged all the way up.

The second the doors peeled open on the penthouse floor, I ambled my ass through the foyer to the front doors as though sweltering flames threatened to incinerate the floor behind me. With no neighbors to alarm, I banged the side of my fist against the door twice, bouncing on the tips of my toes in anticipation.

Time stood still as I waited…and waited…and waited.

My heart banged furiously, pulse racing faster than a speeding bullet. I hadn’t been this nervous to see her in what felt like ages. What the hell was taking her so long? Had she fallen asleep? Was Suki still here? Christ, I hoped not. My dick was screaming in fucking agony.

C’mon, Lux—open the door.

Less than thirty seconds later, the locks were coming undone. My chest instantly deflated with a breath I hadn’t even realized I was holding, my palms stinging from the force of my nails embedding into my skin.

Then the door flew open and I couldn’t move, gaping at her like a mindless imbecile. Just the mere sight of her in her little black robe was enough to undo me, a lovesick bastard unraveling piece by piece.

This is what she did to me.

How she ruined me.

Even in her blitzed state, with glassy, bloodshot eyes and that wild hair, she was one stunning creature, a creature who, clearly, needed a reminder of who I was and what my intentions were. I was all but on my knees before her, aching to mold her against me, to devour her, worship her.

I needed to. Needed her.

Needed her to know she was mine, and if that required fucking the concept into her thick skull until her cunt ached, then so be it.

Lux Mercier would learn tonight.

Blue eyes sparkled in the bright lighting, a knowing smile touching her lips. She knew damn well what I was thinking, what I was feeling.

Thoughts and feelings I sensed oozing off her, too.

Mine. So fucking mine, it wasn’t even a question.

A savage growl tore free my chest, one that was a hundred percent irrepressible, and while she hadn’t said a single word, I wasn’t looking to waste time on pleasantries or anymore unnecessary apologies.

At this point, ‘I’m sorry’ was as irrelevant as our spat.

Eating up the space between us, I swallowed her frame in my grasp and stormed us inside her home, slamming the door in our wake. Lux immediately wound herself around me like a vine to a trellis, not an ounce of hesitation or uncertainty in the way she crashed her lips to my own. Thighs in my grip, I dug her into the nearest wall, deepening her feverish kiss with impatient laps of my tongue along the seam. Idly, I felt Wednesday wriggling her way around my feet, little mewls of protest echoing below us, but I’d acknowledge her later.

Right now, I was all about my Queen.

“Fuck, I missed you,” I mumbled into her mouth.

“It hasn’t even been a whole day,” she breathed.

“And yet it felt like an eternity. Is Suki gone?”

“Mhmm.”—kiss—“Stryker came to get her.”

“You’re in trouble now.” That was the one and only warning I was going to offer her.

The only one.

Taking off through the house, I barreled down the corridor to her room in hasty, determined strides.

The second we burst in through the double doors, I tossed her onto her bed, every ounce of frustration and anxiety from the day flooding me in an instant. “That was some dumb shit you pulled last night. This morning, too,” I growled, pulling my shirt over my head.

“I know,” Lux agreed, fumbling to undo the knot of her robe. “I fucking know. I’m sorry.”

My belt was next, the buckle jingling as I pulled it free from the loops of my jeans. “I don’t need an apology, Lux. What I need is for you to finally get it through your head that you are mine. You’re all I want, all I need…”

“I do know!” she protested, prompting me to lay a finger over my lips.

“And yet you don’t, but you will by the time I finish with you tonight. Come here—get on your knees.”

Without hesitation, she did as I asked, scooting to the edge of the bed. Blue eyes trailed up my bare chest, meeting my stare with such curiosity and adoration, I nearly tossed her backward and impaled her right there.

My cock was already up for the challenge, straining painfully against my jeans. But I held on tightly to my restraint.

All in due time.

Soon enough, I’d be buried so deep in her pussy, she’d never doubt me—or us—ever again.

Slipping the belt around her neck, I secured it in one fluid movement and gave a little tug, pulling her body flush against me.

“What are you doing?” she whispered, hands flying up to clutch the belt, her fingers slipping beneath the studded leather.

“Subduing you.” I wrapped the end around my hand until the very tips of my knuckles grazed her jaw. “We’re doing shit my way this time, baby.”

A meek little moan bubbled in her throat, compelling me to yank on the belt.

Harder.

Tighter.

It was abundantly clear she liked it, squeezing her eyes shut as my lips skated roughly up her cheek.

I hummed, appeased by her irrepressible reaction. “You like that, don’t you?”

Lux nodded, trembling in my grasp.

I hummed again, brushing the black silk off her shoulders. “Let’s see how much you like it once I’m fucking you. Turn around.”

“No.” She shook her head briskly, unbuttoning my jeans in a flash. “Not yet.”

Her objection caught me off guard, so much so that I didn’t grasp what was happening until my back had already hit the bed, her face still inches from my own from my hold on the belt.

“Let me service you,” she purred, licking at my lips. “Then you can have your wicked way with me.”

Fucking hell.

I couldn’t deny her even if I wanted to.

No sane man would; control be damned.

Unraveling the belt enough to give her some leeway, she sunk her small frame between my legs, raking her nails down my torso deep enough to leave markings in their wake. Even in the dim lighting of her bedroom, you could see them raised through the ink on my body.

I hissed, and she smiled salaciously, flicking her tongue against the head of my dick.

Then down the rigid, veiny shaft to my balls.

Small hand working the tip, she sucked them into her mouth, steadfast blue eyes watching me beneath her lashes.

The sight of her worshipping my cock was an instant high.

“Motherfuck,” I groaned, threading a hand into her silvery locks.

Pleased by my reaction, Lux laid the flat of her tongue at the base, and made her way back up to the tip with a torturous swaying motion that sent my eyes to the back of my head.

She sucked me with such gusto I could barely fucking see straight.

Could barely contain my hold on the belt.

I was lost to her touch, flying high in the fucking sky.

Hand now at base of my cock, her mouth bobbed up and down on the head, hitting that damned spot over and over again. I clenched my eyes tightly as ripples of pleasure diverged through my body, driving me toward the edge.

My hips thrusted reflexively, hitting the back of her throat.

But it didn’t faze her in the slightest.

Instead, a satisfied hum vibrated against me, intensifying every last bit of her ministrations.

Then I felt it, my climax. Just within reach, looming closer and closer. Throbbing, the ache for release was almost too much to subdue, especially after stealing a glance at her between my legs.

“I’m gonna come,” I warned, but she kept on, sucking harder, faster, her hand working the base with equal fervor.

The thought of coming down her hot little throat nearly set me off right there. I would have, too, and I would one day, but in that moment, I wanted her decadent taste on my tongue when I exploded.

Yanking on the belt, my cock popped free from her mouth as I dragged her toward me, her chest heaving, lips swollen and glistening with her saliva.

She seemed confused, regarding me with wide eyes.

“Turn around, Lux,” I demanded, grabbing a greedy handful of her ass. “Put your pussy in my face.”

Scandalized—she was downright scandalized, and yet so turned on, not a single objection followed.

With a quick hand, she unhooked the belt from around her neck, tossed it somewhere on the bed, and positioned herself over me, stretching out along the planes of my body to put my dick back in her mouth.

I dove right in, too, death-gripping the backs of her thighs as I dragged my tongue from clit to slit. Over and over again, I repeated the same act, adding swirls over her swollen bud and deep laps inside her tight little hole in between.

Drawing moan after moan from deep in her throat.

Each one reverberated through me as her scent invaded me.

Essence coated my tongue.

Legs quivering, she was flooding for me, and I hadn’t even fucked her yet.

“Rome,” she moaned suddenly, peeking over her shoulder.

Our eyes met and, immediately, I knew what she was about to ask me. She wouldn’t have to ask twice either—my dick was begging to fill her.

“I need you,” she grated, mouth falling lax as I licked her one last time for good measure.

“Face down, ass up, kitty kat,” I instructed, tapping her off me.

Scrambling desperately into position as I rose onto my feet, she arched her ass in the air for me, offering herself to me.

All of her.

Such a glorious sight, all wet and primed, ready to be owned like she’d never been owned before.

Not even by me.

Settling behind her, I stroked myself a few times and dragged the head along her slicked entrance.

“Please,” she moaned softly. “Rome, please…”

“Please what?” I asked, slapping my length on her swollen lips.

Another moan. “Fuck me, please fuck me!”

And then I was inside her.

In one simple thrust I was filling her.

Stretching her.

Impaling her to fucking hilt.

Lux gasped so profoundly, it sounded like all the air just about left her lungs. “Oh my god…”

I eased back slightly as her body retreated from the sudden intrusion, then dug back in, slowly increasing the pace as she accommodated to me.

“Go, go, keep going,” she urged me, fisting the sheets for purchase.

But I needed her closer.

Needed to claim her mouth and swallow her cries while I possessed her, all of her.

Winding both arms around her shoulders, I pulled her back onto her knees toward me, pressing her back to my front as I powered into her.

“Tell me,” I gritted in her ear. “Tell me who you belong to, tell me you know I’m yours.”

Throwing her head back against my shoulder, she squeezed her eyes tightly, panting, moaning.

She couldn’t answer me.

Could barely breathe from this angle.

“Say it,” I demanded again. “Tell me who you belong to.”

Still she couldn’t respond, shaking her head as if to let me know words were failing her.

But she was going to.

“SAY. IT. LUX, or I’ll make you scream it,” I gritted out, slamming her down onto my length over and over again almost punishingly.

“You,” she panted, “You, I belong to you!”

“Louder, say it louder.”

“YOU—I belong to you!” she bellowed, unleashing the beast in entirety.

That was it.

The need to consume her whole—mind, body, and soul obsessed me in a way I’d never experienced before.

Pulling out of her dripping cunt, I spun her around and shoved her back onto the bed, taking her in with manic eyes.

She looked like a goddess, like my Queen, like my fucking forever.

On a turbulent growl, I loomed over her, hitching her legs around my waist as the overwhelming thought settled deep within me.

In my core.

In my mind.

In the heart she’d risen from ashes and somehow stitched back together.

And then in a single roll of my hips, I was inside her once more, fucking her with everything I had.

Making love to her with everything I had.

“I love you,” I grated out, nearly breathless as the words left my mouth. “Do you hear me? I love you with every”—thrust—“fiber”—thrust—“of my fucking being.”

Lux trapped my neck in arms and nodded frantically, her heart thrashing ferociously against my chest. “I love you, too,” she moaned,” I love yo—oh god, I’m gonna come!”

Euphoria.

It was fucking euphoria.

That magnificent burst of ecstasy consumed her, consumed us both, our climaxes erupting one after the other. It was so intense my entire body rippled against her, goose pimples littering every inch of my skin as my balls clenched with every spurt inside her.

I’d never come so hard.

Had never loved so hard.

I loved her more than anyone I’d loved in my life.

And should anyone try to take her away from me—may God be with them.

I’d kill for this woman.

Raise hell for this woman.

Mine.