Page 77 of The Dark Obsession

“Never.”

Chapter Fifteen

Malory

I’ll never get over how beautiful the nights here are.

The endless sky filled with bright stars that I still cannot name.

I’m perched on the windowsill in my bedroom long after I’ve extinguished the lights, unable to find sleep. The look in Tyson’s eyes as he was about to kill that man for coming onto me flashing before me.

Deep down, I always knew what he was capable of, yet it’s another thing entirely seeing him that way, witnessing firsthand just how lethal he truly is.

Did I subconsciously disregard his violent streak to gain a false sense of safety?

No, I don’t believe it. Not with the way he looks at me.

He’d never hurt me, at least not physically.

What’s bothering me even more is the fact that I don’t care as much as I should. That despite the imminent danger that’s right in front of me, I’m not truly afraid.

What happened today, it wasn’t just a display of ownership, but of his care.

It showed what he’d do for me, how far he’d take it to protect what’s his.

And I feel guilty.

For not caring that he hurt someone in my name, for not caring whether the stranger lived or died.

In the heat of the moment, I only thought about Tyson. I only ever think of him.

The longer I’m here, the less everyone else seems to matter. Fading from my memory, overshadowed by his undeniable pull on me.

Parts of myself tapping into his darkness only to thrive there, enjoying him staking his claim on me.

He keeps dragging me deeper under the surface and I don’t want to break free.

I’m done fighting it.

Since our talk in the car, Tyson hasn’t spoken to me. Not on our way home and not when he disappeared into the woods for the rest of the evening.

I only heard the front door close after I was already showered and in my room.

For the first time since he brough me here, I’ve eaten dinner by myself. Not that I had any appetite to begin with and ended up feeding Nero my leftover chickpea pasta.

All I need is to feel his arms around me, to feel that he’s here with me, justifying the way I feel about him.

Just lying in his embrace, forgetting about everything for a while.

Just the two of us being at peace with each other.

Doing the unthinkable, I shoot to my feet before I can lose my nerve.

Crossing the hallway, I stop in front of Tyson’s door, taking a breath before I push down the handle.

It opens with a haunting creek, giving me a perfect view of the one room I didn’t dare entering up until now.

His bedroom is simple yet masculine, a giant bed with black covers taking up most of the space. However, that’s not what catches my eye in the dark.

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