Page 41 of Dark Obsession

He wraps his arm around me, pulling me tight against him, his lips brushing against my ear. His voice is rough, low, full of something more than just lust.

"I was so fucking worried, Elena. When Alexei said you'd been hurt... I thought I might’ve lost you."

I grab his face, making sure he’s looking right at me. "You don’t need to worry about that," I tell him, my voice full of assurance. "I’m right here in your arms."

I pull him down into another kiss, our mouths crashing together, every second making me want him more. His weight presses down on me, his body hot and heavy, and I spread my legs, aching for him. He doesn’t make me wait. He presses his cock against my pussy, the pressure sending shivers through me. I need him so badly it hurts, and the second I feel him against me, I moan, my hips grinding up into him, desperate for more.

His hands are everywhere—my waist, my thighs, my breasts—yet I still need more. I squirm beneath him, my body practically begging for him to fuck me.

But then, just when I think he’s about to give me everything I need, he stops.

I blink up at him, breathless, frustrated. “What the hell?”

He looks at me in this strange, unreadable way, his jaw tightening, eyes clouded with something I can’t quite grasp. Then, without warning, he pulls away, gets off the bed, and leaves the room.

No words.

No explanation.

Just… gone.

I lie there, stunned, the warmth of his body still lingering on my skin.

What the hell just happened?

My head spins, trying to make sense of it. I know he’s been feeling conflicted, drowning in guilt, but this? My pussy still throbs with need, and the ache isn’t just physical anymore.

I glance at the closed door. Normally, I’d let him have his space. Let him brood and mope around before coming to his senses. But not this time. There’s too much at stake, too much going on, and I refuse to sit here wondering what the fuck is going through his head.

I hop out of bed, taking a quick second to compose myself, adjusting the hospital gown and running a hand through my hair. No way in hell am I letting this slide.

I step out into the hallway, my eyes scanning for him. And then I spot him—slipping into a room at the end of the corridor. I grit my teeth, determination flaring hot in my chest.

I’m not letting him walk away from this. Not from me.

I follow him, my steps quick and determined, ignoring the concerned look the nurse shoots me as I pass. She probably thinks I should be resting, but honestly, the fact that I’m in this hospital at all feels ridiculous. I’m fine, and I’ve got bigger things to deal with than scratches and bruises.

I reach the door I saw Grigori slip through and step inside, shutting it firmly behind me and locking it for good measure. It’s a conference room. Grigori is standing by the window, hands behind his back, staring out into the rain.

I scoff, half-annoyed, half-amused. “Seriously? You look like you’re carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders, standing there with your hands behind your back, staring out at the rain.” He doesn’t turn around. Doesn’t even crack a smartass comment.

Now I’m pissed.

“What the hell, Grigori?” I snap, crossing the room toward him. “What was that back there? Why did you just leave like that?”

He keeps his back to me, his voice low, tense. “It wasn’t right.”

I blink, caught off guard. “What? What wasn’t right?”

He finally turns to face me, his expression dark, his jaw clenched tight. “None of this is right, Elena. What I did. What I’m doing. I shouldn’t have let it get this far.”

I cross my arms, my irritation flaring. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Everything. Us. You. I can’t. I shouldn’t be with you.”

I walk around the big conference table, not taking my eyes off him for a second. "What the hell do you mean, you shouldn’t be with me? That’s bullshit, and you know it.”

He tenses, jaw tight. “Elena, I’m no good for you. A woman like you... your brothers wouldn’t want me anywhere near you, especially now with a target on my back.”

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