Page 64 of Obsession

“I don’t think anything I feel for you is normal. It’s deep. Obsessive. You’re under my skin. And I never want to get you out.”

His head hit my thigh as if he couldn’t look at me. Like it would hurt him to see my rejection. Like he was ready for me to push him away and run.

He pressed his lips to my knee, kissing the freckles there. I felt his warm breath. It seemed to seep into my body, heat me from the inside.

His words were honest. Like he didn’t want to feel this way for me, but couldn’t stop it. Just like I couldn’t.

I should run. That was my initial reaction. But the more he sat here and told me how much he cared for me. The more I wanted to believed him. Yearned to matter to someone even in this intense manner. He’d already proved how important I was to him. More than any other person ever had.

I saw the obsession in his eyes. The connection he formed in a second because he could. Because he was different.

And I liked different.

“I don’t think it’s normal that I like it.”

His head shot up. His gaze flicking back and forth between mine as if he was searching for a lie. “You’re not going to scream at me? Try to run away?”

I grasped his face. His stubble was sharp under my palms, sending a thrill through me. “Could I? If I really wanted to escape you, would I be able to?”

The muscles in his jaw tensed under my touch. His gaze hardening as he stared at me. “No.”

“Then I guess it’s a good thing I don’t want to go.”

I pulled him closer before he could say another word. He wrapped his muscular arms around my waist as his lips hit mine. The kiss was consuming. His tongue diving in to taste me. His fingers dug into my flesh, holding me close.

I tasted his obsession. Felt it in his touch. And even though I knew it was so fucking wrong, I swallowed it down.

37

Nathan

The sound of blood dripping on the concrete racked down my spine. My jaw clenched as the insistent noise ground under my skin. Angelo didn’t seem bothered by it as he punched the man again. The crunching of bones only added to the sensations growing inside me.

“Do we have an understanding?” My brother grunted as the man slumped against the brick wall of the alley.

“I got it.” He spat, spewing the red viscous liquid onto the dirt. I didn’t have an aversion to blood, but I’d rather not be here.

I’d been the one to track our client down by using his cell phone, and apparently that meant I had to go on this little field trip. Sometimes my brothers liked me to tag along. I wasn’t sure if they wanted the company, a witness, or to remind me of what we did.

I didn’t care about their reasoning tonight. As the guy stumbled out of the alley, my hand went into my pocket. Lark’s security cameras were pulled up on my phone before Angelo fell in step beside me.

“Checking on your girl?” He smirked as we walked towards the car. We were working through our client list and word was spreading that Aaron McCabe was enemy number one in Sayton City.

I felt confident this plan would work. I wanted to finish it quickly, so I could focus on my Songbird.

“She’s fine.” Angelo grumbled as he watched me flick through camera angles until I came across her. “Bryce is with her.”

Lark’s hair cascaded down her back as her head tipped in laughter. The joy on her face hit me in the chest. She was so fucking beautiful. The most gorgeous creature to ever walk the earth. And she liked me.

I still didn’t understand it. She could have anyone, but she chose to spend time with me. Chose to accept my unorthodox tendencies. She didn’t care about my money. Or how I’d gotten it. She’d barely batted an eye when she’d found out I stalked her. She was perfect.

And I hated being away from her. I wanted to be near her all the time. If I could bind her to me, I would. But it was also her safety I worried about. I’d been so focused on Aaron, I had no chance to figure out who’d targeted her. Zara was on the lookout, but everything had been quiet. Too quiet.

“This family doesn’t have the best track record with security guards.” Angelo raised a brow, so I filled in the question before he asked. “Alessandra’s bodyguard sexually assaulted her. Grace was kidnapped by hers.”

“Hey, Aunt Joyce orchestrated that.” He said like it made any difference. “Bryce is a good guy.”

“Yeah. That’s the problem.”

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