Page 65 of Speak No Claim

“Among other things.”

“What are you on? Is that why you’re acting like this?”

“Like what?”

“Like I’m yours.”

“You are.” I rubbed the tip of my nose along her neck, inhaling her poisonous, addicting scent.

Her heartbeat pounded profusely. I felt it against my chest. If I wasn’t holding her up, she definitely would have fallen to the ground from the sentiments I was demanding out of her.

“Why are you here, Onyx? What do you want?”

Her breathing hitched, and her lips parted when I started lightly grazing the crease of her inner thigh with the back of my fingers.

“What I’ve always wanted. You. Do you want a piece of me too?”

“Jesus, what did you take?”

“I told you, you’re poisonous for me.”

And just like that…

My resolve fucking shattered.

Neither one of us said anything, and the silence was deafening between us. However, it was the rage that was wreaking havoc in my mind. Whatever was happening between us was almost too much for me to understand.

Other than she was mine to play with, and that was the problem. I wanted more than just an oath to abide by…

* * *

I yearned for her body to be beneath mine.

Chapter

Twenty

Onyx: Every single thing that has ever happened in your life is preparing you for a moment that is yet to come.

It was becoming obvious I couldn’t stay away from her. The thick black eyeliner on her alluring brown eyes messed with my mind, along with the glossy shine on her pouty lips, making them look bigger than they were.

Her hair was in pigtails, and I couldn’t help but envision gripping them while she was on her knees, completely at my mercy. I groaned at the mere thought. She caught my heady sound. There was no resisting the gravitational pull she had on me, the one we had on each other.

Then she licked her lips, fucking provoking me. My hands didn’t move from her waist, and just to hear her whimper, I gripped a little harder. She gave me what I craved. Hearing her tiny pathetic plea made my cock twitch.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m at a party, Onyx. You know, it’s what people our age do.”

“Deja dress you?”

She looked down at herself. “You don’t like it?”

“I fucking hate it.”

“But I thought you liked to hunt.”

“So you did wear this for me?” Zeroing in on her, I tried to keep my temper in check.