Page 21 of The Dark Obsession

“Huh?” She gapes at me, watching me intently with those rain forest eyes of hers that make my chest tighten every time.

“The cabin, it’s yours, Malory.” I meet her confused gaze. “Feel free to go all out, make it your home.”

I may have forced my brother’s hacker, the brother who’s conveniently Capo in Los Angeles, to get me the log-in information to herPinterestaccount to match her taste.

Keeping the interior open concept with large kitchen windows looking out towards the porch, I added a spacious marble island with vintage bar stools. All natural materials and light colors.

In the center, a massive leather couch fills most of the living area, facing the fireplace with a tv mounted atop of it.

I know my girl loves her movie nights.

Speaking of, I turn to watch her reaction.

While Nero breezes past her legs, settling into his bed under the wooden staircase, Malory’s steps are more cautious, taking everything in with awe.

A weight I didn’t realize I carried falls off my shoulders when she doesn’t hate it at first glance.

That’s good since she isn’t leaving here anytime soon.

I could have easily gotten her a mansion or a penthouse, but something told me that she’d prefer this instead. With the added benefit that we’ll be forced to share a smaller, completely secluded space.

There’ll be no escaping me.

Ever.

Chapter Five

Malory

This can’t be real.

How does a man like Tyson live in such a picturesque place.

And I refuse to think of it as mine or whatever he was trying to imply by that comment. That’s just too much for one night.

From the looks of him I wouldn’t be surprised if he actually lived in a one-bedroom apartment with a mattress on the floor and a bench-press as the only seating option.

I guess it doesn’t matter either way.

It’s a prison cell all the same. No matter how much I adore to look of it.

Rooted in the hallway, I have no idea what to do with myself as Tyson strides over to the fireplace.

The muscles on his back rippling as he shrugs off his hoodie and starts setting up a fire. Leaving him in a skintight shirt clinging tightly to his broad back.

From afar, I can’t quite make out the black patterns running up his arms. I didn’t notice all those tattoos before.

As if he wasn’t attractive enough, in that dangerous, can kill you at any moment kind of way.

The flames start dancing amidst the logs, the promise of their warmth compelling me closer until I can’t resist their temptation any longer.

The leather squeaks beneath me as I awkwardly settle down on the couch, letting Tyson drape a fluffy blanket over my shoulders.

“I’ll go get your stuff from the trunk. Stay here, don’t try anything stupid again.” He warns, catching my chin between his fingers as heat rushes through my body at the contact.

“I mean it, Malory. We’re miles aways from civilization, you’ll only hurt yourself or worse out in the wild.” His eyes darken. “The car would be your only option, but I’m keeping the keys with me at all times so unless you can hotwire it, you’re out of luck, little one.”

The defiance in my expression must be obvious because he adds. “Wherever you run, I’ll always find you. But out there, you’d be glad if it’s me who gets to you first, before the other predators start closing in.”

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