Page 5 of Ruthless Kings of Obsession

The mere idea of her escaping my grasp sends a shrill of panic I haven’t experienced in a long time. This desperate need to never lose her.

Even death can’t have her…

No one can.

She’s mine.

Our Ruthless Queen…

I can’t let her get away when we’ve made it this far.

The cold night air hits me like a punch to the gut as I burst through the door into a dimly lit alleyway, the sound of my skate guards ricocheting off stone walls like a warning shot. Rain begins to fall, creating a fine mist that makes the concrete glisten beneath the street lamps.

I don’t realize how breathless I am until the very sound of my heavy pants echoes around the cement walls of the alleyway. It takes me a moment to squint my eyes and adjust to the lowly lit space before I find my prey.

My Sweet Dynamite is close.

Eva stands halfway down the alley, her customized jersey glowing under the amber light. She looked like she could split apart right there. Like the weight of what she’d done might crack her wide open.

Eva…

Gemini…

My Sweet Dynamite…

Our Ruthless Queen.

She turns slowly, those haunting blue eyes meeting mine with a mixture of determination and...I dare to acknowledge her fear.For a moment, the corridor felt too small, her panic pulsing in the air like it had a heartbeat of its own.

The look we share holds so much emotion, it makes me still in my own meddling puddle of fear.That haunting uncertainty.Yet, I watch the way those alluring blue eyes begin to growglossy. How they pool with tears and those lines of fear only grow with every second I allow pass with me standing here like a fucking fool.

“Dammit,” I huff and I’m before her so fast, even she doesn’t register it until I’m towering over her with determined eyes. Her eyes widen to take me in, wondering if this is some sort of dream, but I’m already moving to claim what’s always been mine.

My hands press against her soft flush cheeks, just as those first set of tears make their descent.

“I didn’t—” she starts, but I don’t let her finish.

I can’t let her think this is wrong because it’s not.

She’s in the right to be obsessed with obtaining her vengeance.

"You cunning mastermind,” I say with utmost praise in a low commanding voice as I fight for breath. I back her against the wall before either of us can grasp it, making it certain there’s nowhere for her to run or hide. “I fucking love you.”

She can’t speak because I’m smothering her with a captivating kiss — the two of us lost in a moment of lust as our tongues intertwine. My groan of relief to touch her echoes against the insides of her mouth before I deepen the kiss, her body melting against mine, despite all that built-up tension and energy that’s making her tremble uncontrollably.

My hands slip from her cheeks so I can wrap my arms around her before further pressing her against the wall — pinning her with my body while I take full control of this heated kiss.

Her moans are so soft as if she’s lost any intention of fighting against me. It only encourages her to move her arms around my neck, pulling me even closer, as if she isn’t straddling me with her body.

We kiss long and hard, despite how breathless we both are.

It’s as though this is our last chance to feel each other’s warmth — each other touch — before all hell goes loose and we’re projected into the uncertain reality of our sinister world.

One I’ll follow her down, even if it leads us to death.

That’s why I couldn’t let her slip away.

Not now…not ever.

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