Page 136 of Quiet Obsession
I wouldn’t sleep with her even if I weren’t obsessed with my best friend’s sister. I’m fucking uncomfortable having Flora so close, but the look on Millie’s face is dangerously close to jealousy, and I want more.
Her softness is gone, replaced with a hardness that’s highlighted by her pinched lips. Noah’s talking but she’s not listening, staring daggers into Flora’s hand sitting on my arm.
The blood in my veins grows hot, a pleasant calmness settling deep inside me. Millie’s envy shouldn’t make me feel so good. It shouldn’t feed that obsessive part of me I’ve been trying to starve to no avail, but it does.
The calmness doesn’t last long, though.
Some guy bumps into her, his hand landing on her ass, fingers spreading andsqueezing. Millie jolts straight into Noah and I spring forward as if shot from a gun.
One second, I’m at the drinks table with Flora’s perfume cloying at the back of my throat and the next, my fingers are buried in the guy’s collar.
I yank him back, grab the front of his t-shirt, and nail his fucking face. His head snaps back on impact, the dullcrackswallowed by the pounding music. People step back, either making room or afraid they’ll be next.
“Don’t fucking touch her,” I snarl, shaking with fury.
I hit again, his nose snapping beneath my knuckles, warm blood flowing down his mouth and chin. My fist pulls back but Hyde grabs my shoulder before it finds its mark again.
“That’s enough,” he snaps. “He got the message.”
I don’t think he did so I shrug my best friend off and get in the guy’s face, my chest heaving, skin crawling. He’s shaking, eyes wet, blood seeping between his fingers as he cups his ruined nose.
“Touch her again and I’ll break your fucking hands.”
He frantically nods, backing away. His friends huddle around him, creating a wall between us as they lead him out.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Hyde snarls, but I ignore him, turning to check on Millie.
And the fury burning low in my stomach flares once more, followed by a gut-punch feeling. She’s right where she was, three feet away, clinging toNoah.
His arm is around her back, her fingers grasping his shoulders, body pressed close like she’s trying to crawl under his hoodie. Those gorgeous hazel-blues are wide and glassy, locked on the blood dripping from my knuckles.
She looks shaken... and she’sin.His.Arms.
That’s enough to twist the knife she’s been slowly sliding between my ribs all fucking evening. My insides hollow out, and instead of the music or my stammering heartbeat, I hear is her moaninghis namein my bed.
I ball my hands into fists, the room spinning around me, my vision tunneling and distorting into a montage of Millie and Noah... smiling, talking, kissing, fucking.
My emotions, feelings, my fucking sanity...gone, replaced by something reckless as I close the distance between Flora and me in two strides.
She doesn’t pull away when I grab her.
I don’t stop to question my actions.
My hand wraps around her throat and I kiss her.
Her mouth opens on a surprised little gasp. I use that opportunity to slip my tongue inside. She tastes all wrong,so I kiss her harder. She doesn’t miss a beat, goes with the flow, body pliant and eager, perfectly willing to be used.
I squeeze her neck and grab her ass, self-destructing in the middle of the common room.
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Millie
The music’s playing, people are moving, my brother’s saying something I can’t hear, and Creed’s mouth is on another girl.
Noah’s hand falls away, leaving me cold, hollow, and so fucking numb, because Creed’s mouth is on another girl.
My brother turns away, eyes tracking Noah as he charges at Creed, whose mouth is on another girl, and my heart’s breaking into a million little pieces.
