The Maddest Obsession (Made, #2)

by Danielle Lori

“The satisfaction of making me happy.” I flashed him a sweet smile.

I choked on my fury. “I hate you.”

“I think about you.”

“You want to know why I don’t touch you?”

“Because if I did, I wouldn’t stop. Not until I’d snuffed out that pretty fire in your eyes.”

I fell asleep at some point. And dreamed of a light touch on my face and two rough words in my ear.

Vincent pressed a kiss to my cheek. “You’re the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen,”

“Hmm.” His gaze lit with the challenge. “It’s elegant and beautiful, just like you.”

“The man you’ve been flirting with for the last fifteen minutes,” he snapped.

“Well, you’ve just answered your own question, haven’t you, Officer? Flirting.”

“I’m sure the Bureau doesn’t approve of this kind of behavior,” I breathed.

“You don’t know a single thing about him, Gianna.”

“You don’t need to know anything about someone to sleep with them.”

“You’re not going home with him.”

“Try it.”

“I’m merely using you to make my ex-boyfriend jealous.”

My gaze caught on someone walking down the hall through the crack of the door. Black suit. Broad shoulders. Straight lines. My heart cooled before icing over. His gaze was lowered as his hands twisted a silencer onto the barrel of a gun.

He pushed the door open, and his lazy, heartless gaze found Charming. A muffled pop hit my ears.

“I warned you, Gianna

A tremble rocked me as he pressed his face into my neck. Inhaled. And then made a low sound of satisfaction in the back of his throat.

His eyes were darker than I’d ever seen them, as though the black of his pupil was bleeding into the blue. He blinked like he was trying to clear his head.

Pure lust erupted inside me so violently I grew dizzy.

“I’m not one of your admirers. I’m not going to hold my dick and pine over you, just waiting for the day you might choose me. If I fuck you, Gianna, nobody else ever will.”

He’d never looked at me this way, with such a soft, consuming desire in his eyes, like he’d never seen a woman before. Like I was everything.

“Should have known you would be this perfect,” he murmured.

But then he dropped to his haunches in front of me, ran a hand across my cheek, and kissed me.

“You can start calling me by my first name.”

“You forgot my name.”

I’d dreamed about them for so long I had to know what they tasted like.

They tasted like they belonged to me; like they were mine.

“They have a word for what you’ve described, Christian.”

“Obsession.”

“Gianna, I don’t care about any of that. It’s just . . . I’m in love with you.” Valentina choked. Then coughed and smacked her chest.

“You’re . . . so . . . gorgeous, Gianna. Whenever I see another woman, I can’t stop myself from comparing her to you.”

My mamma’s words filled my head with a sense of melancholy and the smell of her floral perfume. One day, you’re going to be a little heartbreaker.

“Give us what we want, and we won’t hurt anyone.”

I struggled with opening the painkiller bottle. I tugged too hard, the lid came off, and pills scattered across the floor.

I fought an eyeroll. Like she’d never had a migraine at the wrong time. I popped ...

“Don’t lie to us! You have more!” “W-we don’t ...

I grabbed a bottle of nail polish from my basket and gave it a shake. The woman’s incredulous gaze burned into my skin as I painted the red polish onto my thu...

Unfortunately, that was the moment the entirety of the NYPD stormed the store.

“Let me guess, you took a three-year stint from the Bureau to pursue your dream of modeling men’s underwear.”

“Still thinking about why I didn’t fuck you, huh?”

“The only thing I think about you is how refreshing New York is with you not in it.”

“You changed your hair,” he said softly.

“Yes. I tried to get over you with a makeover. Three years is just too long to wait for a phone call.”

“I won’t dye it back for you either. Being blonde is exhausting. I had way too much fun.”

“Someone has to. Can’t say I’m surprised, though, that your husband turns out to be one of Ace’s richest men. Must make the marriage bed easier to stomach.”

“Go to hell, Allister.”

He shrugged a shoulder. “Fair play.”