Page 60 of The Dark Obsession

Too many lines have been crossed already.

And yet, I seem to be burying myself deeper and deeper into this mess of feelings I’m refusing to acknowledge.

A small smile tugs at the corners of my lips at seeing painkillers and a glass of water sitting on top of my nightstand.

With some difficulty, I prod over to the bathroom, silently closing the door behind me as I turn to the vanity mirror, barely able to recognize myself.

My hair looks like a hornet’s nest but that’s not the worst of it. My whole torso is covered in bitemarks ranging in all shades of deep purple. There are even some on my thighs.

It’s far from the first time Tyson has marked me like he’s been possessed, but this is on a whole other level.

I mean I look like I came straight out of a warzone or something.

Warmth spreads in the pits of my stomach as I trace the spots with the tip of my finger, remembering his hot mouth on my skin.

The man definitely went overboard but I can’t deny how his raw possessiveness makes my insides tighten.

After overcoming my initial shock, I kind of like this look on me. With glowing cheeks and sparkling eyes.

I look properly ravaged.

Once I’ve taken a quick shower and forcefully detangled my wet hair, I throw on my usual getup consisting of black leggings and a worn-out sweatshirt.

It’s still a bit chilly in the mornings so there’s no point in putting on a cute outfit. Also, I don’t want Tyson to think that I’d be dressing up for him, which would not be the case.Absolutely not.

My increasingly growling stomach makes it dreadfully clear that I can’t put off the confrontation any longer.

With a sigh I make my way down the stairs, flinching with the occasional jolt of pain and fully prepared to act casual because there’s no way I’m ready to discuss last night’s events.

I shouldn’t have ditched the pills in my room. But back then I haven’t realized that I’d be feeling the reminder of his claiming touch with every step I take.

Yeah, I might have underestimated what his enormous cock did to my insides.

Tyson didn’t take it easy on me, but he also didn’t unleash all of himself. The thought of how rough he’d be makes my walls clench involuntarily.

Huh, I didn’t think I’d be into that.

But with him it’s somehow different.

Growing up, I’ve been taught to want soft and gentle love. Tyson is anything but.

I like how dominant he is.I like it a lot.

To my surprise, or rather confusion, I don’t see the man anywhere downstairs. Now that I think of it, I don’t think I’ve heard him in his room either.

Even Nero is still sleeping in his corner, unbothered by my stomping around which means Tyson hasn’t taken him out yet.

I double check the time. He never sleeps in, so this is way out of character.

Did he seriously leave me here all alone after finally sleeping with me? Was all of this just some elaborate way to get into my pants?

No, I refuse to believe that.

All the things he told me about his past, I could tell he was being genuine and Tyson isn’t someone who opens up easily, or at all.

There must be a rational explanation for his absence.

Throwing open the front door to look whether his truck is gone, I freeze. Not believing my eyes.

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