Page 125 of Obsession

I wanted to hit him again.

“Fine, I thought that too, but can you blame me? Do you want me to count how many guys you have beaten up just for talking to me?”

He looked at me for a long time, too long, then his face went back to normal.

“I would never hurt your father, Katherine. Please, get that shit out of your head because I hate that you think that. I know I’m… violent sometimes, but I would never do anything to make you suffer in the slightest. Even if he had come in, even if he had tried to fight me, I wouldn’t have done anything to hurt him. I would have left or stayed to explain why I am here if he asked.”

The gentleness in his face and in his words reassured me.

“What are you doing here? What would you have said to him?” I barely whispered.

I did not really have an answer either and I didn’t think he was just there for the doll because I hadn’t had a chance to tell him about the crying.

He leaned over me again and his words stuck to my pulse, to my neck.

“I would have told him that I came to reassure you and to thank you for defending me. And to promise you that I had nothing to do with the boy’s death.”

I licked my lips, his breath still brushing my skin.

“Is that the truth?”

“Part of it is. The rest wouldn’t be good for him.”

“What’s the rest?”

He sighed over my pulse.

“You know the rest, baby.”

I had the sudden urge to laugh and could barely suppress it and sighed.

“Honestly, I don’t know anymore. You are driving me crazy, and I don’t know what you want from me anymore. You came to thank me, to stop the doll, to make sure I…”

“I came because I missed you.”

His words, barely a whisper, stopped mine. He kissed my neck.

I remembered Kristen’s words again. About the tattoo, about Harris’s obsession with his girlfriends, and his lips were now over the spot where Amber’s tattoo was.

“You’re not going to give me that tattoo, Stone!”

His body tensed instantly at the sound of my words.

“You’re damn good at making my head spin, making me give in, but there’s a limit.”

I could feel his heavy breathing.

“I am not going to give it to you…” he whispered slowly, kissing my skin passionately. “I’ll make you want it yourself.”

His words annoyed and amused me at the same time. He was too confident.

“So, you’ve already thought about it? Already imagined me as one of your sex toys?”

His breath came out of his nostrils as he gripped my hips and finally pulled back so he could look me in the eye.

“Seems to me you thought about it first.”

I frowned as we stared at each other for too long, neither of us saying anything while our eyes spoke volumes.

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