Page 15 of Devious Obsession
A name I would never fucking forget.
And a face Icouldnever forget.
Immediately, the hatred rises in my chest. It’s fucking suffocating, but I don’t know what to do. My instinct is to drag her over the table and out the bar, throwing her to the curb.
That instinct is contained—barely.
I need to leave. I need to get the fuck out of here before I do something stupid.
But then she looks up at me, and those perfect green eyes of hers burn into my soul. And she’s just as magnetic as the first time I met her. It’s not meant to be like this. I shouldn’t be attracted to her and want to hurt her in the same breath.
“Can I get out?” she asks Violet, her voice so fucking raspy.
It goes straight to my dick.
Violet nods, and her and Greyson rise to let her slide out.
I turn and watch her stride across the bar, in the direction of the bathroom. Her full ass sways with every step, looking damn good in those jeans.
“You okay, man?” Greyson asks me.
I shake my head slowly and stand. I know something similar happened between them. Violet and Greyson. That damn bathroom is where everything started for them.
But that’s not what’s going to happen with Aspen. I’m going in there to fucking finish it.
I follow her without a thought and push into the women’s bathroom. She’s at the sink, scrubbing her hands, and her head shoots up at the sound of my entrance. I duck down to check for feet in the stalls, then lock the door.
“What are you doing?”
I hate her voice. I hate her voice. I hate her voice.Say it enough times, and it may become true.
“You remember me.” I stalk forward. “Yes?”
“Y-yes.” Her eyes go all wide, darting around. “From the party. From—”
“The lake house,” I finish. “But you know me from somewhere else, don’t you?”
She winces.
It’s confirmation enough.
I reach out and wind my fingers into her hair at the base of her neck, more surprised than anything when she doesn’t bat me away. No, she lets me grip her and tilt her head back.
“Tell me,” I whisper in her ear. “What was it like living in my house? Enjoying my family’s money?”
Her breathing is her giveaway. It’s rough, shallow. Her chest rises and falls too quickly. And I’m fucking turned on by her, by her reactions.
“Are you a student here, Aspen?” I asked her the same question over the summer. If she was a student. If, before I showed her my secrets, I had any chance of seeing her again. Because if she had said yes, it would’ve been an entirely different night.
There’s still a possibility that she’s visiting friends. But from the CPU sweatshirt hiding her tits from me, and the blue makeup on her eyelids, I’d say the evidence that she’s a student here is damning.
“I transferred in,” she whispers.
“Why?”
“B-because…” Her gaze crashes into mine, and some of her fight comes back.
I don’t know where it comes from, or why, but suddenly she’s pushing back against me. Her silky hair slips through my grasp, and she forces me back a step.
