Page 4 of King of Obsession

So, I waited to see how matters would unfold.

A body eased from the exposed chasm. One lithe leg extended first.

Then came a dark head, shaven in jagged streaks across her slight skull.

Yet the curve of her thighs and swell of tits beneath her torn tee made her out to be a full-grown-ass woman.

I recalled my father’s words. ‘Our package is eighteen, missing for a few weeks. Her grandfather is desperate to get her back.’

She turned her head, searching the darkness, her expression furtive, and I glimpsed her face in the dim light.

Fotto!

My entire being locked, eyes fixed on features so exquisite they’d make angels weep.

The photo ID printout had done her no justice.

Honey skin, plump, budding lips, and a slim nose.

Above that, eyes that sliced straight to my spirit.

Jade green, bottomless like an amethyst ocean.

Sad. Haunted.

Just as a second leg hitched over the egress, a growl erupted inside the room.

The slight figure jolted, their startled breath followed by amuted scream.

I moved, sidling toward the young woman, sliding a hand over her mouth, jerking her back to me.

‘Stay fuckin’ still, cara. Don’t say a word,’ I growled into her ear.

She disobeyed, scratching and flailing like a wild feline until I used my gun hand, banding it tight around her waist.

Even as she fought for her life, I was hit with a perfect fusion of scents. Pistachio, almond, vanilla, and salted caramel in a sweet and indulgent aroma.

Instantly lifting the darkness from my soul and transporting me close to unadulterated bliss.

It also thickened my cock, in a lightning jolt that had me biting back a growl.

She froze, feeling my throbbing hardness long enough for me to hiss into her ear. ‘I’m here to help.’

The motel room door opened, and a body rushed at us, growling in outrage.

On pure instinct, I raised my weapon and fired.

He fell, writhing, his upper chest torn apart, shredded, blood spurting.

Another man emerged, handgun blasting.

I whirled, took cover, the girl still in my grasp, and squeezed off a shot.

A thump sounded, followed by a grunt, a loud thud, and silence.

I moved, still clutching my prize, to the room where two bodies lay prone on the ground.

Ignoring the struggling woman in my arms, I toed each man’s body, flipping them over.

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