Page 70 of The Dark Obsession

I don’t stop until I feel him gradually relax under my touch, a low hum leaving his parted lips.

Moving onto his hair, I slide my fingers through the wet strands with no need to use a different product since his shower gel doubles as a shampoo.

It’s the three in one kind only men use. Something we’ll definitely have to rectify as soon as possible but right now isn’t the time to be bringing that up.

The smell of rich wood fills the bathroom as I continue my ministrations, gliding the pads of my fingers over his scalp until he’s almost purring beneath me.

Out of nowhere, Tyson grabs my face, cupping it between his hands as he pulls me to him, sealing his lips with mine.

The kiss is different than before. Slow and tender, full of unspoken gratitude.

Just like me, Tyson isn’t used to people caring for him.

While our upbringing cannot be even remotely compared, it’s the sentiment of being utterly on your own that I can relate to.

My body molding against his as I lie on top of him, listening to his steady heartbeat, wrapped up tightly in his arms as the water cools around us.

We stay nuzzled close together with him drawing calming circles over my bare back, making my eyes droop.

I must have drifted off to sleep in his hold because the last thing I feel before unconsciousness takes over are soft sheets covering my body and warm lips on my forehead, whispering against my skin.“I’ll never let you go.”

I wish he wouldn`t.

Chapter Fourteen

Tyson

So fucking adorable, and all fucking mine.

All morning, I’ve been discretely watching Malory through the kitchen windows, digging around in the dirt by the front porch, unaware of my hovering presence.

She usually gets all flustered, her cheeks turning the most mesmerizing shade of pink whenever she catches me staring, yet something holds me back from interrupting her in her happy place.

That’s why I’m trying to be subtle about my lurking but fuck, even her doing the most mundane tasks, covered to the elbows in mud, is making my dick hard.

My girl is so fucking precious, nothing a person like me should own, much less get to touch with hands permanently stained with blood.

Nonetheless, I wouldn’t change anything about what I had to do to get Malory here, maiming and slaughtering until I found her. So, there’s really no point in dwelling on it.

Nothing in the world could convince me to let her go. She’s all that matters to me now.

And it’s not like she’s an entirely unwilling participant in this, but somehow that keeps bothering me.

How much of her feelings are real and not just the outcome of being forced into this? And why the fuck do I care?

I have everything I ever wanted right in front of me, so why can’t I shake the uncomfortable tightness gripping my chest.

Malory has managed to worm her way deep under my skin, slowly but surely cracking the walls that no living being has been able to breach.

Not even me.

The emptiness inside kept me protected for most of my life, my hardened core keeping me from breaking apart.

Since Malory decided to go digging in those dead parts of me, she’ll have to bear the consequences.

Ownership and submission were all I aimed for going into this. Not me willingly divulging my past and for her to want to know me, truly know me.

I never planned on telling her about my childhood in the first place, but the words just kept flooding out of me. Her comforting touch felt so good it made me fucking snap.

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