Page 67 of Obsession

“Exactly. Yes, that’s it.”

He nods. My skin feels all prickly and hot. “That’s how I felt when I saw you for the first time.”

I brush off the compliment, because I’m squirming under his praise. “Cain, the first time you saw me, you looked as if you were bored by me.”

His response is to lower his mouth and brush his lips across mine. I get the distinct feeling he’s rejecting my comment, but I can’t understand why, and then I forget what the comment or question even was. Because he’s kissing me, our lips joined in a heated moment, and when Cain Master kisses me, the world fades to dust.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Cain

I didn’t meanfor this to happen.

We’ve got an hour before my men will have their report ready for me.

I wasn’t supposed to let her drive me to distraction, and I most definitely wasn’t supposed to punish her.

Not now. Not here.

I love the way her eyelids flutter closed, and her hands wrap around my neck for support. I love the way she lets me hold her.

But we have a job to do, and I’m a shit teacher if I don’t teach her how to use this gun.

I change my mind about waiting until tomorrow morning. “We need to practice.”

“Right,” she repeats. “Practice.”

We pull away reluctantly.

She’s a natural.

I want to wrap her up in my arms, carry her back to my room, and tie her to my bed.

No one would ever touch my Violet. She’s mine.

What I’d do to her when I had her there…

But we have a job to do, and we don’t have any more time to waste.

“You’re really fucking good at this.”

I love the way she flushes under my praise. “I have a good teacher.”

“There are some things you can’t teach. Some things that only come naturally.”

I don’t know if it’s because she has years of training, because she’s incredibly skilled at knife throwing, or because there’s just something inside her that innately knows its way around weapons, but when she holds a gun and shoots, she does it as if she’s had years of practice.

She doesn’t trust me at first when she turns back around to shoot.

“Stop looking over your shoulder at me.”

“I’m afraid you’ll—do something to me again.” She gives me a look halfway between a glare and a pout.

“Like spank you?” I love watching her squirm.

“Or—something.”

I release a labored breath. “I will never, ever do anything to distract you when you’re holding a gun.” I shake my head. “Goddammit, woman, you think I wanna lose my balls?”

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