Page 33 of Divine Obsession

I didn’t fuck around.

If I had something to say, I said it.

I didn’t care about feelings and shit. As long as I got what I wanted, I didn’t really give a fuck about who got hurt in the process.

I wasn’t patient.

If I wanted something, I took it.

So, sitting back in the shadows was, to say the least, out of my behavioral pattern.

I’d never enjoyed observing someone until now. Their relaxed movements, natural and soft, unaware of the danger lurking behind.

Watching them, while they had no idea they were being watched.

But I’d always been an impatient man, and I was sick of watching and tired of not touching.

So, I stepped into the light, basking in my natural form, until I stood right behind her.

The moment she turned around, a gasp escaped her delicate neck and the empty cup in her hands fell, promising to shatter into a million pieces on the marble floor.

I caught it with ease, leaning low just enough so our eyes were at the same level, before straightening to my full height and towering over her.

Her chest raised with shallow breaths, luring my eyes there. A pink loose T-shirt flowed down the swell of her breasts. My jaw ticked.

She breathed out in relief. “You scared me.”

I stepped closer, forcing Natalia’s back against the counter. Abandoning the cup, I rested both hands on either side of her and caged her in.

I’d gotten back from Tokyo yesterday, Friday night. Tonight, my sister and Natalia were having a pre-birthday sleepover at our parents’ house in Queens, since tomorrow was Valentine’s Day –her birthday.

It was close to midnight and I’d heard them giggling and gossiping over a romcom they were watching in Kali’s room. I’d come to the kitchen for some peace and quiet, but it wasn’t long before I wasn’t alone anymore.

“Trevor.”

“Mhm?”

Natalia looked around, as if we were doing something wrong. Her pouty lips parted, her voice a whisper. “What are you doing?”

Good question.

One I didn’t have the answer to.

I didn’t want anything from her. I didn’t have anything to say to her. I didn’t need to be this close to her.

But I seemed to stop thinking rationally when she was around.

The moment she entered the kitchen earlier, completely unaware of my dark presence in the shadows, I felt my eyes darken.

We were so close, I didn’t know whose air I was breathing anymore, though I was pretty sure it was hers, since it tasted sweeter than usual.

“Happy birthday,” I murmured. We were so close, I could tell she felt my words more than she heard them.

Natalia looked up into my eyes; hers, honey brown – so much softer than my onyx ones. It took her another moment before she glanced at the electronic clock on one of the appliances, and the red digits reflected in her dilated pupils.

00:00.

She looked back up at me, something elusive in her eyes. Something that made the beast inside me snark at the cage bars of my ribs. Something that made a dark, twisted need coil like a snake in my chest. Something that was tempting me to sayfuck it.

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