Page 57 of The Dark Obsession

Like I knew she would be.

It comes naturally to her. And since she’s only started exploring that part of her, I’ll be by her side every step of the way, showing her everything her body’s capable of.

It’s going too well for me to fuck it all up just because I can’t control my primal instincts.

Her whole life she’s been controlled by her parents and my girl made the best of it. Yet the fact remains that she doesn’t realize how much it has affected her, how her introvert tendencies and self-imposed loneliness are their doing. Subconsciously, Malory made their choices hers as if they were her own, never knowing any better.

Until I came along.

It all became painfully clear to me the moment I started watching her. Human behavior has never been of much interest to me but she’s fascinating,addicting.

It’s like I’ve known her all my life yet at the same time can’t fully grasp her. That doesn’t stop me from trying though.

My gaze sweeps over the drawing utensils and sketchbook peeking from her old backpack, still unpacked.

Before I brought her here, she used art as an escape from reality, to be free in her own head I presume.

Yet since I made her mine, she hasn’t touched any of it and I’m not sure what to make of that.

It’s not that I want to change her and certainly not force her into something she doesn’t want. Apart from the kidnapping of course.

Despite who I am, I want to offer her the freedom she never had, I want to see her bloom and maybe with time she’ll realize that I did this for her.For us.

I want to bind her to me in every way possible and never let go. But I also want her to come to me willingly since everything up until now has been more or less forced upon her.

On some level, seeing her thrive does bring me a certain amount of satisfaction I didn’t believe myself capable of.

I shake my head, trying to calm my raging thoughts. And my dick.

This tiny being is going to be the end of me.

Standing up, I reach for the leather-bound sketchbook.

Maybe this will help me solve the enigma that’s peacefully asleep on the bed, completely oblivious of my presence. With her chestnut curls splayed over the pillow, looking ethereal as the moonlight bounces off her pale skin.

So what if I’ve been salivating over her for half the night, it’s not like this is my first time watching my girl sleep.

I’m sure Malory has a hunch about my obsession since I’m not exactly trying to be subtle about it.

Hence me snooping through her drawings to get some insight.Fuck privacy.

Her body might be willing, but her mind remains cautious and for good reason.

Even my half-brothers learned to keep their distance from me. Though Malory never cowered before me, she might have been wary but never truly afraid and that cannot be said for most grown men.

Ever since I killed my father, I had no weaknesses.

Nothing can get to you when you’re not attached to anyone in the first place. There’s no leverage people could use against you.

At least that’s how it used to be up until now.

For both our sakes, and most importantly for her safety, I should not have given in.

Yet letting her go is not an option. That’s why no one can know about her existence.

Malory must become dead to the world just like me if she ever wants to walk freely amongst others again.

I guess it’s a good thing she isn’t the most social person out there, but this isn’t the life I want for her. She deserves so much more than what I can offer her up here, secluded in the cabin.

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