Page 101 of The Dark Obsession

For some inexplicable reason, I’ve grown to be okay with it as I’ve come to know the man behind the cold facade.

“Maybe you expect me to say it’s the trill, or the satisfaction of quelching my bloodthirst, and partially that’s the case.” He states with indifference.

“But it’s more than just that. It’s the feeling of having control. Control over myself as well as the lives of others.”

I get it. It’s something he lacked as a child, having no power over what was happening to him.

It’s the side of him that gets unleashed in bed as well. And it hits me then how much of himself he’s been showing me in those vulnerable moments.

We truly fit together seamlessly because I’d never dream of robbing him of that control. I crave his dominance.

“I grew to like the feel of weapons in my hands. They’re solid, never letting me down. It’s a comforting feeling of sorts.” He drawls wistfully.

“Will you show me someday?”

“Show you what?” Tyson’s eyes search mine with caution.

“How to hold a gun maybe...” I clarify that I don’t want to actually see him kill someone.

“Why would you want that?” His brows draw together, creating a deep etched crease in the middle.

I’m a little surprised he didn’t outright deny me.

Instead, the man always considers my perspective before making a decision. Something I’m gradually getting used to.

“I want to understand you, Ty. Besides, it kind of seems badass.”

He barks out a rare laugh and instantly the mood lightens, dispersing the last reminder of seriousness.

“I’ll think about it if you promise you won’t shoot me in the back and run, Malory.”

Behind his smirk, there’s genuine concern that makes me kiss the tip of his nose, easing his worries. “Never.”

“Maybe I can convince you some other way.” I nudge his side and he allows me to roll us over, letting me climb on top and straddle his firm stomach. His hands immediately shooting up to grip my hips, kneading the soft flesh.

“What do you have in mind, baby girl?” His deep voice is pure sex and I feel myself getting wet from just hearing my pet name.

Scooting down his massive body, I settle between his legs. His massive cock standing tall between us with a drop of pearlescent precum glistening at the tip.

Eyeing it, I’m overcome with the urge to trace my tongue over the velvety skin and pulsing veins.

“I want to taste you.” I state hesitantly, forcing my voice not to tremble.

Out of all the things Tyson and I got up to in bed, sucking his cock wasn’t one of them.

Maybe he didn’t want to force me, maybe he didn’t want to give up control. Either way, he has always made it primarily about my pleasure.

The man eats me out like it’s the greatest joy in life and I desperately want him to have the same feeling of being worshipped.

“Are you sure, baby?” Halting my movement, he searches my gaze for a hint of uncertainty, only to find none.

“Let me take care of you.” I whisper, lowering my voice along with my lashes. “Let me put my mouth on you.”

There has never been the need for me to initiate intimacy between us. Tyson always being the one in charge, ravaging me as he pleases with me loving every second of it.

“I wanted it back on that mountain. Let me give this to you, Ty.”I lickmylips. “Please.”

“Fuck.”

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