Page 84 of Oblivion
“I know,” she murmured, rubbing her palms over my chest, but I felt nothing. I wanted to throw her off my lap, to lock her down so that she wouldn’t be able to reveal anything to her boss, whoever he or she was, but we were playing a game and it was better if she still thought she was undetected.
“You’re always so busy, so grumpy.” She smiled down at me, and when her face started lowering to mine, my hand shot up instinctively, gripping her throat. I didn’t want her lips on mine. There was only one person in this house who could claim them, and it wasn’t Nova.
“Yes,” she moaned, grinding her pussy on top of me, but my dick didn’t respond. Hell, he almost shriveled just thinking about Nova and what she wanted from us.
“Don’t,” I barked, pushing her away from me.
Nerves covered her face, but she masked it faster than I could comment on it, and determined to stay on top of me, she turned around, giving me her back, while her front turned toward everybody else.
Rip looked toward us, his eyes hungrily devouring Nova’s body. I wanted him to take her away from me, but I knew he wouldn’t do that if he thought that she belonged to me.
Clubs didn’t have many rules, but whenever one of our members claimed a girl, she was off limits for his brothers. And even though it didn’t seem that I wanted Nova, she was still sitting on top of me, thinking she meant something to me.
I caught Atlas staring from the corner of my eye, disapproval written all over his face, but we’d argued over this too many times to count, and as soon as he caught me looking at him, he turned around continuing his conversation with the prospect.
Nova danced on top of me, her head bobbing in the rhythm of the music, and I just wanted this night to finish. It wasn’t until she started talking again that I started paying attention to my surroundings.
“Who is that?” she asked, looking toward the right side of the room where a crowd had gathered, and I saw a mane of red hair accompanied by the blonde who haunted my dreams.
My entire body stiffened when those angry eyes connected with mine, staring at Nova on my lap, with a fire that could burn us both.
Fuck, this wasn’t good.
Indigo shook his head as Zoe said something to him, but Ophelia kept standing in the same spot, her eyes never wavering from us. The pain, the anger and most of all, the hatred shining in those blue orbs was enough to send shivers all over my body. I wanted to explain this to her, to tell her it meant nothing, and even though the rational part of my brain knew I wasn’t doing anything wrong because we weren’t together, my heart refused to listen.
It belonged to her and it knew that we were betraying her by sitting here with her enemy.
“Is that Ophelia?” Nova asked, her hands fisting at her sides and the poisonous hatred dripping from her every word.
“Shut up, Nova,” I said, trying to move her away from me, but she wouldn’t budge.
“Why is she here?” Nova bit out, just as Ophelia took a step closer to where Rip and Maxwell were sitting, their eyes devouring her whole. I hated that I couldn’t claim her in front of all these people. I hated that I needed to play the game when my entire body screamed to just get there and get her away from here.
The way she was standing there, staring at us, I thought she would march over here and throw Nova off my lap, but she didn’t.
The wicked smile that appeared on her face chilled me to my bones and I knew that there would be no niceties tonight. That was the smile she wore when vengeance was the only thing on her mind. She had that gleam when she killed that man a couple of months ago, and I knew without a doubt that tonight wouldn’t be as peaceful as I hoped.
A girl passed next to Ophelia, carrying a tray with shots, and without taking her eyes off me, Ophelia took one glass from the tray and downed it in one sip, licking her lips.
Fuck. Me.
She was dressed in a black T-shirt Atlas bought for her, black pants and the military boots that shouldn’t have made her look as hot as they did.
Rip suddenly stood up, throwing the girl that was on top of him off, and walked toward Ophelia, ignoring my burning stare. Atlas was grinning from ear to ear, watching the situation unfold. As Rip stopped right behind my Sunshine, she threw her head back, grinning at him.
My body was ready to jump up, to claim her, to show them all who she belonged to, but I couldn’t. I fucking couldn’t and it was killing me.
“Did you bring her back?” Nova asked, but her voice was lost on me, hidden behind the wall of fog that was starting to take over my brain.
Rip’s hands landed on Ophelia’s hips, moving her in the rhythm of the music, while she ground her ass against him.
Her blond hair spilled over her shoulder and as his face dipped down toward her neck, his lips pressed against her soft skin, right where I'd kissed her the other night. She looked at me, her lips moving, talking to him, and it took all my willpower to stop myself from getting up.
Indigo came closer to them and said something to her and then looked at me, but she simply laughed at him, pushing Indigo away from her. His lost eyes landed on me as if he was begging me to do something, but what could I do?
If I stood up now, I would never be able to go through the day tomorrow and the entire speech I had prepared. If I took her to her room, I wouldn’t be able to look in her eyes tomorrow once I shattered all the trust and hope she had in me.
And I could see that she did. She still wanted me as much as I wanted her, but she would hate me after tomorrow, because once again I was putting the Club before her, and I had nobody else to blame but myself.
