Page 42 of The Dark Obsession

Palming the back of her nape while my other hand supports her limp body, I bring our foreheads together.

She’s perfect, with trembling lips and watery green eyes. This girl has been fucking made for me.

Just like I am for her.

Our lips brush against each other as I speak what we both already know.

“You’re mine, little one.”

Chapter Nine

Malory

You’re mine.

The words echo in my mind.

Over and over, I keep repeating them in my head. Warm rays of the afternoon sunshine streaming in through the kitchen windows as I absently peel the stickers from a few mason jars I’ve been saving from pickled vegetables,especially olives.

I plan on using them to propagate plants because as beautiful as this place is, the inside needs a bit more life to it.

Tyson has been keeping the pantry stocked to the brim with every kind of olive imaginable for me to try, so there’s no shortage of those around here.

That’s the thing that always gets me though.

He knows I love olives but instead of getting one brand, the man buys them all, wanting me to choose a favorite and tell him why I didn’t like the other ones.

I never focused this much on my own preferences, or really talked about them at all because no one ever cared enough, no one asked for my opinion before.

Only this rough yet thoughtful man, so full of contradictions I want to decipher.

My thoughts inevitably drift to yesterday.

I’ve been replaying it in my head ever since I woke up,alone.

It’s for the best. To be completely truthful, I probably wouldn’t have resisted much if Tyson slipped under my covers. I doubt I’d be able to resist anything this man throws at me.

After he carried me home and tucked me in, all I remember is the feeling of his soft lips on my forehead as he bid me goodnight.

Within seconds I was passed out from exhaustion, more so emotional than just physical.

In the heat of the moment, all I could do is feel, and it felt so incredibly good.

He was everywhere, his calloused hands on my skin, his hot breath on my neck.

When I saw my reflection in the mirror this morning, I almost didn’t recognize myself.

My neck covered in hickeys, barely leaving an inch of my skin unmarked, making me look like someone tried strangling me.

Or I was attacked by a wild animal which isn’t too far from the truth.

However, it didn’t disturb me as much as it should.

Not at all really.

Running my fingers along the purple patches, the memory of his harsh bites and soft tongue comes flooding back.

I’ve brought myself over the edge before, yet it was nothing compared to the force with which Tyson grinded against me like he was searching for a way to seal our bodies together.

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