Page 63 of The Dark Obsession

As it turns out, my reclusive behavior might have saved lives.Isn’t that great.

“My mother’s gotten me on the shot as a teenager so I’d have clearer skin. You don’t have to worry.” I shudder at the memory of how she forced her way into the gynecologist’s office even though I begged her not to, overseeing everything.

“I don’t.” Tyson’s words snap me back to reality. “Sooner or later, you will carry my children, Malory.”

The way my name rolls off his tongue sending a pleasant shiver down my body.

“Keep telling yourself that, maybe it’ll come true.” I throw back, feeling uncharacteristically bold.

“It will.” His deep, sultry voice makes my insides clench.

This man needs a mute button or I’m going to burst from all the blood rushing to my face.

“Just how much did you accomplish while I was asleep?” It’s a weak attempt at changing the topic because judging by how hot I suddenly feel, I’m sure Tyson can plainly see just how much he truly affects me.

“I might have threatened an employee atThe Garden Center, and you’d be surprised how cooperative pharmacists can be when you hold a gun to their head. Didn’t even ask for prescription.” He adds nonchalantly.

“You did what?!”

“Don’t worry about it.” Just like that, he brushes it off.

“I couldn’t exactly bring you into a doctor’s office for a check-up. Not that I’d let anyone touch you and allow them to keep their hands attached to their body.”

I mean what does a person even say to that.

Before I have a chance to argue, Tyson grabs me by my hips, effortlessly lifting me onto the kitchen island. I wince when my ass connects with the hard slab.

“Are you sore from my cock tearing through your tiny virgin cunt, little one?”

His crudeness sends a jolt straight to my core and I’m forced to turn away from his feral gaze, earning myself a growl of disapproval.

Collaring my neck with his calloused hand, his fingers nearly touching at my nape, he makes me look at him. “Can you still feel me insidemypussy, baby.”

My thighs clench shut yet Tyson easily spreads them apart, stepping between them as he invades my space, his front plastered to mine.

I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the feelings this man evokes merely by being close, by touching me like he owns me. The buzzing in my nerve endings threatening to overwhelm my other senses.

There’s only him.

Grazing his knuckles down my blushing cheek, his thumb presses down on my bottom lip. A low groan rumbling deep in his chest as my lips eagerly part for him, his onyx eyes tracing the movement intently.

Pushing his finger into my mouth, my tongue instinctively swirls around it, making me moan softly at the taste of his skin.

With a wet pop, he pulls out before placing the digit past his lips, ever so slowly licking off my saliva.

This is the closest we’ve gotten to an actual kiss, making me ache for more.

I can see Tyson’s eyes darken in slow motion and just as I think his self-restraint is going to snap, he steps back once more.

I don’t miss the tension in his shoulders as he goes about fixing breakfast like none of that just occurred, giving me yet another whiplash.

“You didn’t wear a condom.” I state hesitantly while nervously fidgeting with the pills in my hands.

“And I won’t be wearing one.” His disarming gaze turns towards me with burning intensity. “Not with you.”

Huh.As in he’s planning on making this into a regular occurrence?

Not that I’m complaining.

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