Page 11 of The Dark Obsession

Apparently, I’m really not gifted in the physical department.

“Next time, try aiming at the artery.” He catches me staring, pointing to a spot not too far from where I’ve stabbed him.

And in that moment, for some inexplicable reason,I’m glad I didn’t kill him.

I expected him to lash out at me, but nothing.

Most men would have beaten me bloody by now if I did this to them.

As soon as he turns away and I’m no longer trapped under the spell of his dark, penetrating gaze, I’m able to think somewhat rationally.

Unable to use pure strength and with no one here to help me, I’m lost.Although… a new plan starts forming at the back of my mind.

If I surrender to his will, maybe gain his trust, I can make my escape when his guard is down.

An opportunity has to present itself sooner or later. I’m sure of it.

Perhaps it’s stupid and naive to go with him, but what other choice do I have. He hasn’t harmed me, at least not yet. Even if I gave him every reason to do so.

Instead, he comforted me, told me to pack anything meaningful and reassured me that I’ll be alright.

And for some reason, I believe him.

Weirdly enough, he seems genuine in that regard. Not like someone who’s trying to lure me into a false sense of safety.

There was not a hint of hesitation or malintent in his eyes when he promised me safety.

So, what is his angle then?

I watch him silently, working with precise efficiency as those large hands that easily encircled both of mine in one apply the gauze with surprising gentleness.

Finishing up, there’s nothing that would betray him ever stepping foot into this room.

When the stranger finally turns towards me, I can viscerally feel my heart beating faster the closer he gets.

Towering over me, he stops between my thighs, my breath hitching at his palms parting them with ease.

Before I can react in any way, he invades my space like a force to be reckoned with.

One gloved hand cupping my face while the other remains firmly on my thigh, gently stroking the exposed flesh. The rough leather leaving a trail of goosebumps behind.

A shiver runs through my body, this time not from fear.

I feel like I’m burning up inside, every cell consumed by the man before me.

Even if my body readily responds to his touches, it’s my mind that’s resisting. Screaming at me that what he’s doing to me, it’s dangerous.

While I have this internal battle between lust and reason, the man keeps observing my face like he can read every thought that passes through my head in the most unsettling way possible.

We’re locked in that position for endless minutes, staring into each other’s souls as he contemplates his next move.

Then, his eyes darken with determination, making me instantly want to shrink back.

I can’t tear my gaze from his ravenous one as the man ever so slowly lowers his head to mine.

If he wasn’t wearing the mask, I’d think that he’s going to kiss me.

A silent whimper escapes from between my lips as he grabs me hard by the nape, making me jerk when suddenly a needle pierces the side of my neck. The sensation gone as quickly as it came.

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