Page 108 of The Dark Obsession

No particular face comes to mind. It’s just a blank silhouette of a man standing in a dark alley, his features hidden by shadows.

“I’ve never felt remorse, but I understand it’s different for you, Malory. And it will hold you back.”

For someone who couldn’t feel emotions until recently, he’s awfully good at reading mine.

“How does it feel?” He breathes.

My brows furrow, not knowing where to even begin putting it into words for him, so I dodge.

“Maybe you'll know now with your newfound emotional state.”

With a shake of his head, Tyson tilts my chin towards him, looking deeply into my eyes.

“I won’t. Whatever this is that’s been happening to me, it only extends to you, little one.” He pulls me into a hard, passionate kiss, his lips claiming the truth of his feelings.

I still can’t fathom this ruthless being truly feels something for me.

It’s surreal. Way more than I ever dared dreaming of.

“Do you think I could actually do it?” I ask breathlessly when he moves down, kissing along my jawline.

“Yes. I think when it came down to it, you wouldn’t hesitate.”

There’s no doubt that the man believes in me, unconditionally. Something I’m not accustomed to from my parents, nor from myself really.

“Again.”

He holds out another magazine and this time, I insert it myself, feeling strangely accomplished.

I’ve got this.

The paper target flutters at the impact every time my shots land near the middle, not stopping until my hands are tired and ears ringing.

This whole time Tyson’s hard body molds over mine like a protective shield, his rock-hard cock rubbing against my ass with every little move I make.

Unable to resist, I grind against it.

His hold on me tightening almost painfully as he growls into my ear.

“Do you know how many lives I took like this? How many men faced the end of my barrel before bleeding out at my feet, pleading for their worthless lives?” His teeth graze the spot on my neck where my pulse hammers wildly.

“And now the time has come that you become acquainted with it as well.”

“Huh?”

Before I realize what’s happening, Tyson slides out his own gun from his belt, holding it under my chin.

I suck in a sharp breath as the smoking weapon in my hand clatters to the ground, allowing me to grasp his wrist.

Yet something holds me back from actually stopping him.

Ever so slowly, he glides the muzzle down my torso, the valley between my breasts, over my belly button to the apex of my thighs, along my mound until he reaches my clit.

My body turning rigid, blood draining from my face as I await his next move.

I gasp when the hard, cold metal teases my sensitive nub through the thin fabric of my leggings, shivering uncontrollably.

My heart beating hard in my chest. Whether from fear or the thrill, I don’t know.

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