Page 36 of Obsession

“I have survived so far without your help.”

He narrowed his eyes, analyzing me with that look that seemed to burn my skin. “I liked you better when you were half dead and kept your mouth shut.”

His hot breath blew across my forehead.

Anger coursed through me, and I slapped him before I could change my mind. I had no idea what had gotten into me, what he had given me, but I felt incredible, and the adrenaline was boiling inside me. I hit him with all my might, and despite everything, the impact only turned his head a little. He didn’t even try to cover the spot with his hand, and I was pretty sure he allowed the slap, because he had all the means to stop it if he wanted to. He gritted his teeth, pressed his lips into a tight line and glared at me, burning rage slowly flashing across his features.

“Do that again, Katherine, and you’ll regret it.”

With all that his threat entailed, why did I only care how hot it sounded coming out of his mouth? I might as well have slapped myself for turning into a moron, thanks to him.

“I’m not afraid of you, Harris,” I spoke his name for the first time, and the devilish grin returned to his mouth.

He leaned over me until I felt his breath brush across my lips.

“You should be,” he whispered, and I didn’t know if I was angry or fascinated.

His voice seemed to melt my clothes off, but his words annoyed the fuck out of me.

I took a few steps back to put some distance between us, but he followed me. God, he was huge. At my height, I rarely felt small around guys, but this one was probably over six feet three.

“Is that why you brought me here? To threaten me?” I walked backwards until my back hit the wall.

He had me where he wanted me:trapped.

“Not a threat, merely a warning.”

I rolled my eyes.

“You could have drugged me in your car. You didn’t have to bring me in…” I closed my mouth because what I was about to say wasn’t going to help my situation.

He came closer and I could barely see him because he was leaning over me, but I was aware of every movement of his body, every breath.

“In my bed? Is that what you were going to say?”

I didn’t answer.

“I’d say you seem disappointed that you woke up alone. We can change the situation right now…”

Anger rose up in me once more and I responded without thinking.

I slapped him across the face. Again.

That surprised him, but I didn’t care. Slapping him in his perverted, arrogant face was becoming a great pleasure for me.

With an angry growl, he grabbed my wrists and pushed me against the wall. I didn’t make a sound, but I fought back.

“You should have been satisfied with the first slap.”

“I don’t know what your idea of me is or what you are fantasizing about, but I’m not a fucking sex toy,” I replied, giving him a taste of his own aggression.

We were too close, our noses almost touching, both of us breathing through our nostrils like crazy.

Suddenly his breath descended on my neck, completely disarming me. I flinched, startled, because that was the last thing I had expected. I felt a sudden surge of electricity as my entire body awakened. I had an irresistible urge to run my fingers through his hair and pull him closer, just as I had pictured the day before when we first crossed paths. I wanted to know what those black curls would feel like between my fingers, especially now that they were wet and smelled so strongly of menthol shampoo.

I swallowed down the dryness in my throat and refrained. I couldn’t allow myself to fall into him because that was exactly what he wanted.

“It didn’t even occur to me to compare you to a sex toy, but you should know that your aggressiveness isn’t having the desired effect.”

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