Page 58 of The Dark Obsession

My eyes rake over her exposed neck and shoulders peeking from under the duvet, my marks scattered all over her porcelain skin, everywhere my mouth could reach.

Still, it wasn’t enough.

I doubt anything ever will be.

My cock hardens fully between my legs, still covered in her come and virginal blood. I couldn’t bring myself to erase the evidence of her innocence.

Malory’s dainty body squirming beneath mine was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen and that’s something coming from an unfeeling bastard like me.

Yet there’s this constant need for more.

And fucking more.

I thought I was obsessed by just watching her back in San Francisco. But it was nothing compared to touching her, to feeling her tight pussy wrapped around me.

It’s not just physical though. I like having her near me, seeing the way she smiles at the plants crammed into every nook each time she passes them, seeing how her eyes sparkle when I approve of her decorations even though I’ve told her time and time again that this is her home and she can do whatever she wants with it.

I mean fuck, she had tears in her eyes when she caught me drilling into the ceiling to mount her hanging plant like it was the first time anyone did anything just for her.

Flipping through the pages, most of the paintings are impeccably detailed studies of plants with some landscapes in between.

Her love for nature isn’t new to me since it’s one of the few things we have in common, but this is incredible.

My girl is fucking talented.

As silently as possible, I go to return the sketchbook where I found it, but as I’m trying to fit in back into place, a folded piece of paper slips out.

It looks old, with frayed edges and countless creases like she has looked at it hundreds of times.

One of the things about not having emotions is that I don’t feel guilty about stuff like this.

It’s exactly what I was looking for, a window into her innermost thoughts. So, I unfold it.

Dreams

- plant an apple tree

- sleep under the stars

- do a road trip along the West Coast

My brows furrow as I keep rereading it.

This is truly all she wants out of life.

While other people dream of success and money, Malory wants a fucking apple tree.

Even I’m not that humble.

For me, life has always been about getting revenge until it became about owning her.

Conveniently both of those things were accomplished in one swing, so what else is there for me to do than fulfill Malory’s dreams.

I have none for myself.

Yeah I have goals, but dreams are a concept for someone who can feel hope. And I haven’t done that in a fucking long time.

From the looks of the scrap of paper, she’s had this for a long while, wishing for those three simple things that I could so easily give her.

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