Page 73 of The Dark Obsession

That’s one thing I’m certainly good at since by some miracle I managed not to fuck Malory’s sweet, tight pussy for two fucking years.

Either way, the point remains that he isn’t getting her back.

One lesson I’ve learned at an early age is that you can’t depend on anyone, trust anyone.

The only person I can rely on is myself.

No one else gets shit done right and keeping Malory for myself has turned into so much more than I initially anticipated, making me want to fight for her all the more ruthlessly.

Whether it’s because of the tension in my jaw or how white my knuckles are around the wheel, Malory’s hand ghosts over mine on her leg where it stays for the rest of our ride, our fingers intwined.

When we finally pull up into the nearly empty parking lot in front ofThe Garden Center, I leave the engine running, scanning our surroundings.

It’s still early so not many people are out in the streets, for their own good.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to run.” Malory turns to me as she squeezes my hand, making it easier for me to take the next breath.

Leaning over the center console, she places a light, soothing kiss on my shoulder in reassurance.

Fuck.

Before she can pull back, my hand shoots out, grabbing the back of her head as I crush my lips to hers, sliding my tongue in.

My girl melts into me instantly, eagerly giving in as she opens up to be conquered.

I growl into her mouth, tightening my hold as I bend over her. Dammit, this truck is fucking small.

Malory’s needy whimper echoes through the cabin, and I have to reluctantly let go before I’ll wrestle her onto the back seat in plain sight.

Besides, I need a moment to calm my raging hard-on.Again.

She’s fucking intoxicating. An addiction clouding my senses until there’s nothing left but her.

To my consolation, Malory looks equally out of it, still trying to catch her breath as she clumsily fumbles with the few strands I ripped out of her bun.

“Ready?” I push open my door with one last look at her swollen lips.

With a nod, she stumbles out of the car and I’m immediately at her side, clutching her delicate hand.

It’s not until she gently strokes her thumb over the top of my palm that I realize how firmly I’m holding onto her, like she might disappear any second now that we’re out in the real world.

I scan the perimeter one last time for possible threats as we enter the shop hand in hand.

Filled with all kinds of plants imaginable, every aisle looks like an exotic jungle, making Malory’s eyes widen at the sight. I swear I can see sparkles in those green orbs.

Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

Completely undisturbed, we spend at least half an hour browsing through the aisles of the nursery.

No one daring to approach us since people usually keep their distance in my presence, their self-preservation instinct telling them to back off.

With one tiny exception.

“You’re scaring people off.” Malory observes and all I can do is shrug.

I’m used to the way people react to me.

They avert their eyes from my imposing form before they can even notice the gun holster or switchblade tucked in my boot.

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