Page 3 of Their Tracked Obsession

Slowly, a hand grazed down my backside and stopped at the small of my back. “Come on, sweetheart. One dance?”

I froze. Flashes of unwanted memories flooded back to the surface, and a chill of anger ran through me. This dipshit had a stubborn inability to listen. It was my turn to respond, but he wouldn’t appreciate my answer.

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Their Eternity

Liv

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” I said through clenched teeth.

I grabbed his hand from behind my back, twisted it until I heard his knuckles crack, and spun around to confront him. His hand bent backward, and I had him hunched over before he could even process what had happened. Agony swirled in the depths of his eyes. I got off on him cowering in front of me in pain.

I heaved out each word with my breath hot against his face. “Don’t. Touch. Me.”

“Okay! Okay!” He held up his other hand in surrender, but I grabbed it and gave it hyperextension too. “Fuck! Ow! I thought you were joking!”

I heard his little limbs buckle and flashed him a crazy grin. “Does it look like I’m fucking joking?”

I pushed his index fingers back until there was a snap. Broken like a twig. Too easy. He must have a bone deficiency. Poor asshole.

“Ah!” he howled out in pain.

Only I perceived his suffering at my hands over the beat of the catchy bass which played “Temperature” by Sean Paul. Bodies ground, hair flung, and hands clapped, but not one soul noticed the violence I inflicted on him. This kind of power was way too fucking good.

I released his hands, and he backed away from me like a frightened dog with its tail between its legs. He bumped right into a couple dancing behind him, and a man pushed at his back. He turned around to defend himself, but he was too late. A punch landed straight to his nose and flung his body to the ground at my feet. He gazed up at me, eyes full of fear, and I crossed my arms in front of my chest.

He pointed at me; blood dripped from his nostrils. “She’s fucking crazy!”

“Maybe.” I shrugged with a smile up to the holy man himself. “But you’re the delusional asshole who got beat by a woman.”

He snarled, and he gave a low growl like a crazed beast. He wanted to jump me and let his ego get the best of him, but I knew he didn’t stand a chance. My phantoms had taught me well. Never again would I be defenseless. I’d go down with a fight.

“Ah-ah-ah…” I tsked at him with a wag of my finger. “Have you learned nothing from the past five minutes?”

“You’ll be sorry,” he warned with a meaningless roar.

Show off.

“Nah. You’ll be the one who is sorry in about, uh…” I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket and glanced at the time. “Ten minutes? Give or take a few seconds.”

With one final squint of his eyes, he stomped off like a toddler with a temper who didn’t get his way. No reward. Only a fractured nose, two broken fingers, and his shattered pride.

I rolled my eyes and muttered, “God. Thank you for taking me off the market.”

I pushed through the crowd in the direction of the bar. I wanted another drink to take off the edge created by some asshole who only wanted to get his dick wet. Another quick fuck and a notch to add to his list of victims. Only I wouldn’t be one of them.

Sin and Saint had me. Heart, mind, body, and soul. I was theirs. They were mine. Forever.

“Can I get a whiskey ginger?” I asked the bartender.

“Make that two.” Black hair tickled my face as it whipped side to side, and bright blue eyes pierced into mine. Perfect pearly whites flashed a smile. “Please?”

“Coming right up,” he responded with a slap on the marble countertop.

I spit hair out of my mouth. “Raven! What the hell?”

She giggled at me. “What? I want one too.”