Page 159 of Arran's Obsession

“Your fear is pointless. The most dangerous monster out there is the man you fuck every night.”

Now, the voice came from my right.

I skipped a few steps left, trying to make out any shapes in the gloom. The top corner of the tall windows reflected the faintest neon pink from the nightclub sign which was on the corner of the building. With enough time, my eyes would adjust to that light.

A hand snatched mine.

With a shriek, I danced away. Putting my head down, I ran again, though my sense of direction had gone. Fear of hitting a wall slowed me, and I staggered, fingers out, and my senses on high alert.

I touched something unseen and jumped, but it was cold metal. Steps? Silently, I reached out my trembling hand and explored what I’d found. If it was the staircase, I’d climb it. He wouldn’t expect that. Maybe I could even reach the captain’s office above. Hide on the roof.

My fist closed around the angled railing. Success!

Two hands landed on my waist. Abruptly, I was lifted off my feet and slammed back against a hard chest.

Arran. Undeniable. His scent, his touch.

A scream fell from my lips, but I didn’t give up my grip on the railing, tightening my muscles and seeking another handhold. I found one higher up and reached for it, trying to wrench myself away.

“Fight me,” my boyfriend gritted out against my shoulder.

My lips parted at the feel of his hot breath on my skin. A moan fell from my lips, and for a second, his tight hold loosened.

All the opportunity I needed. I kicked out then used the momentum to swing my leg over the railing. It connected with a knock to my ankle, but that was fine, I knew exactly how to scramble over.

But nothing was ever so easy.

Arran snatched me back. I thumped into his body, and his hands instantly moved down to the hem of my dress, yanking it up over my ass.

Still holding the railing, I bucked against him and kicked out. I connected, and he huffed. Not before his fingers twisted into my underwear and shredded it. Grasping my thighs, he bit my ass cheek in retaliation.

Need zapped through me, and my arms burned from the effort of holding myself up. Still, I needed to escape.

His fingertips ghosted around to my core. I went limp. Arran gave up a guttural sound, and I used the distraction to drop into a crouch. It worked. Momentarily, his grip on me failed, and I dove under the metal stairs with a thrill at my success. I rounded on them, wasting no time in sprinting upwards. The stairs rang with my footsteps, instantly joined by a heavier set.

He was faster than me. I wouldn’t get far. But there was somewhere specific I wanted to reach.

At the top, I used the guardrail to lead me to the captain’s office, and I scrambled upwards, right as Arran claimed myupper arm in his fist. He spun me around so we were face to face, his breathing as audible as mine.

“Nice try, but you’re mine now,” he growled then sank his mouth to my throat and sucked.

His fingers wasted no time either, tangling in the dress which was bunched around my waist and wrenching it upwards, parting from the aggressive neck kiss to pull it over my head.

Left in just my bra, I shivered in shock.

We were close enough to where I’d wanted to be. This was where Convict had hunted me. On top of the suspended office, I’d hidden, quaking with real fear and regretting every decision I’d made to infiltrate the club.

It paled in comparison to what my life had become. I was Arran’s now, and he was mine.

I wouldn’t change that for anything.

Arran gripped my rib cage and slid his fingers up into my bra, tearing it off me in the same way he’d done with my knickers. He felt over what he’d done with a grunt of satisfaction then kissed both my breasts and lightly bit on a nipple. At my moan, he picked me up by the thighs. Automatically, I curled my legs around his waist.

“Hold on to me, little maniac,” he ordered.

I tucked my head down and wound my arms around his neck, taking a surprised breath when he began to climb the ladder to the roof. At the top, he crossed to the centre and dropped to his knees.

“This was where you hid.”

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