Page 13 of The Dark Obsession

Damn him.This isn’t the time or place, or the right person for that matter, to be reacting this way.

Instead of ogling my kidnapper, I try stretching my numb limbs to get some blood flow back into them.

Though, something isn’t quite right.

Looking down, I find that both of my hands have been zip tied to the door handle.

“Why am I bound?” I ask weakly, my throat raw and hoarse.

“Given your reckless nature, I was worried that you’d jump out of a moving vehicle.” My captor counters with a hint of amusement.

Scoffing, I go back to tugging against the restraints, digging the sharp plastic further into my skin.

Suddenly, the car swerves off the side of the road, coming to a jerky halt as I’m flung forward in my seat, the seatbelt stopping me from flying through the windshield at the last moment.

Out of nowhere, the man has a switchblade in his hand.

“Please, don’t…” I start scrambling away from him to no avail.

Ignoring my protests, he grabs my hands, quickly slicing through the restraints as I’m left speechless.

“Stab me all you want if it makes you feel better, but there’ll be no hurting yourself.”

My jaw slacks as I gape at him.

Well, that definitely wasn’t what I expected.

“Understood?” He shoots me a daring look and I just nod, unable to form words.

To confuse me even further, the man starts gently massaging my wrists in places where the zip ties have left a mark on my skin.

I know I should be tearing myself away from him but to my absolute horror, his soothing touch calms me.

As much as is possible given the situation.

“There’s no running, no hiding from me, little one.” His gaze meets mine. “I’ll always find you.”

Having said that, he starts the engine back up and we’re on the road once more, silence spreading between us.

Though it’s not the uncomfortable kind that most people have the need to fill with meaningless small talk.

Not that I would want to talk to him about anything. All I’m saying is that at least none of us has the urge to comment on the weather.

All of a sudden, a heavy hand lands on my thigh.

Without the gloves, his rough palm is directly kneading my sensitive flesh.

When I try pulling away, his hold on me tightens, denying me an escape from his dominating touch that makes my skin prickle all over.

We’re passing less and less houses with streetlamps becoming a rare sight. A thick forest stretching out all around us.

That can’t be a good sign.

Keeping my gaze firmly fixed on the passing scenery, I do my best to distract myself from his warmth seeping into my bare skin.

Yet when he starts drawing small circles with his thumb, leisurely stoking back and forth, my focus shatters to pieces.

The intimate feeling of his fingers on my exposed thigh sending a full body shudder through me.

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