Page 89 of The Dark Obsession

“Later.” I kiss her palm, reluctantly pealing myself off her to reach for the spare helmet dangling on the handle.

Snatching it from me, Malory puts the giant thing over her tiny head while fumbling with the straps, determined to do it herself.

After a while, she finally gives up the struggle, puffing out a frustrated breath. “Help?”

“Say please, little one.” I tease, wanting to rile her up a bit more. “You know I like it when you beg.”

For a second, her pupils dilate, submitting to me as effortlessly as taking a breath.

It’s built into her nature, waiting for me to bring out of her.

Yet she catches herself quickly, shaking her head in exasperation.

“You know what, I think I have some plants to repot.”

Turning on her heel, she tries to leave but I catch her instantly, completely encircling her waist with my muscular arm while my other one singlehandedly shortens the chin strap.

“So small, yet so stubborn.” I murmur once I’m done, running my thumb over the red welt on her exposed shoulder where a bra strap is digging into her flawless skin.

Apparently, a hike requires her to wear one. A shame really. Well, at least I don’t have to rip out the eyeballs of every asshole we might pass.

Straddling the bike, the engine comes to life with a deafening roar.

“Ready?” I raise my voice so Malory can her me over the loud rumbling.

“Not really.” My girl mutters, eyeing the four-wheeler with caution.

At seeing her struggle where to place her foot, I twist my body, picking her up by those soft hips before plopping her down onto the leather seat behind me with ease.

Grinning at her stunned expression, I snap the visor on her helmet down before putting on my own.

The rhythm of my heart stuttering when I feel her thighs spread alongside mine, breasts pressing against my broad back and her arms wrap around my waist, fisting my shirt in the front.

How I fucking want her holding onto me like this for the rest of my life.

“Do you trust me?”

“I guess.” Her feathery voice is strained with anxiety. “In theory.”

“I got you, little one. Just hold on tight.”

Her grip turns almost suffocating, but death has never felt so sweet.

So fucking worth it.

Chapter Seventeen

Malory

I squeal as we nearly graze a tree trunk by a few inches, the bike rumbling heavily at the steep ascend.

Tearing through the uneven terrain, I’m grateful for Tyson’s solid body shielding me from the oncoming wind and branches.

We weave through the thick forest, speeding blindly amidst a blur of endless greenery.

I so desperately hope that Tyson knows the way like he claimed because I lost any sense of direction quite a while ago.

Another sharp turn throws me further against Tyson’s muscled back and I begin to suspect that he’s doing it on purpose.

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