Page 66 of The Dark Obsession

I’d be lying if I said I’m not enjoying every second of his rough handling. The man doesn’t take it easy on me.

It’s like he can’t help himself. Fueled by raw, unsatiable lust that matches my own.

Even the aftercare is impeccable. Always bathing my limp body before he carefully dries every inch of my skin, massaging my favorite vanilla lotion into my aching muscles until my eyes start to droop and I doze off in his arms as he tucks me in.

Yet, he never stays.

Never sleeps in my bed with me.

Every morning, I wake up hoping to find him asleep next to me and every time I’m left disappointed.

We hold hands on our walks and cuddle on the couch, which rapidly turns into yet another fuck session, but that’s it.

Tyson worships every inch on my body with his mouth, yet he never kisses me.

We’re physically closer than ever, yet there’s something profound missing. A part of him I can’t quite reach.

I’m not sure whether I want to reach it.

Everything about Tyson is black.His hair. His eyes. His heart.

His darkness sucking me in deeper and deeper and for some reason, it’s not enough.

I continue wanting more from the man I know is empty inside. It’s exactly like he said.

I’m his.

His possession.

A thing he can own, but never love. I don’t think he’s capable of love.

And I’m not holding that against him, especially since I know his reasons. After the abuse he suffered, who wouldn’t want to just turn it all off.

I’ve long accepted that I care about the unfeeling man who has ripped me away from my old life. Maybe more than I should.

Coming to terms with it is easier than to live with the guilt of my own apathy because the thought of escaping hasn’t even crossed my mind.

I don’t want to anymore.

Tyson, Nero and this place have offered me more happiness and freedom than I could’ve imagined for myself.

Cold water droplets land on my exposed arms, breaking me out of my spiral as Nero shakes off his wet fur before laying down at my feet.

I found an old, dusty hammock in the garage and proceeded to hang it by the creek between two old pines. It would be a shame to be cooped up inside while everything is in full bloom.

Lately, it’s been warm enough to wear tank tops outside, which naturally leads Tyson to groping my petite breasts every chance he gets.

Turning another page of my romance novel while gently swaying back and forth, I enjoy the light breeze as a shadow falls over the open pages.

“So this is where you’ve been hiding.” The deep voice echoes from behind, his massive form looming over me.

“Like you don’t know exactly where I am at all times.” I tease, yet Tyson doesn’t deny it.

Tilting my head, I take him in. His black t-shirt molding perfectly to his toned abs and broad shoulders, making me yearn to run my hands over the wide plains of his chest.

He has that lethal quality that makes him that much more irresistible.

It’s clear that those muscles are made for killing. There’s no denying it.

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