Ruthless Obsession

walk away unless he let them. And yet, she had dared to disappear into the crowd like she was untouchable. Little liar. Julian didn't chase women. But Naomi? She was different. A predator's pati

piked. Too close. Too intense. She forced a scoff, masking her nerves with defiance. "I didn't know you were following me." Julian took a slow step forward, his presence swallowing the space between them. "Oh, darling." He reached out, brushing a gloved finger along her jaw. A whisper of a touch, enough to send a shiver down her spine. "I wasn't following you," he murmured. "I was hunting you." Naomi's stomach clenched. The worst part? She liked it. A Lesson in Power "Look," she said, trying to regain control. "I don't play these games. If you want a girl to fall at your feet, I'm sure plenty are willing downstairs." Julian chuckled. A rich, dark sound. "And yet, here you are." Her lips parted, words failing her. He was right. She should have left the club entirely. But instead, she had lingered. Stayed. Waiting for him to find her. Julian lifted his hand, tracing the curve of her collarbone. The leather of his glove was cool against her heated skin. "You don't want me to stop," he whispered. "Do you?" Naomi hated how her body responded to him. She hated the way her pulse quickened, the way her breath turned