Page 64 of The Dark Obsession

If I hadn’t passed out from exhaustion, I would have wanted him to never stop in the first place.

“What about STDs?”

“First, there’s no way I was going to miss feeling your raw cunt strangling my dick. Second, you were a virgin, Malory.” He points out almost proudly.

“What about you?” I state the obvious.

“Do you seriously think I’d put your health at risk? I haven’t touched a woman in years.”

“You haven’t?” My eyebrows shoot up as I give him a skeptical look.

By no means am I going to believe that this man who fucks like an animal has a shortage of women throwing themselves at him.

“Like I said. Sex was never more than a chore to me, something my body required on a physical level and nothing more. Even that was too much of a hassle I didn’t care for, not since I found out about you.”

Tyson’s expression remains unchanged, meaning that he’s serious about this. And why would he lie, he’s already gotten what he wanted from me.

“What changed your mind?” I ask softly, unsure whether I want to hear the answer.

“You.”

My beath catches in my throat.

I want to believe him.I really do.

But I also know that Tyson doesn’t perceive feelings the way others do, or at all really.

He may say that I’m his, but it doesn’t mean the same to him as it does to me because in the end, he’ll never be able to love me.

A man like Tyson doesn’t love.

He wants to own me.

Granted he’s the first person who showed me what real care and affection look like but I’m not sure if that’s enough. Whether that’s all we’ll ever be.

Deep down, I can’t deny our attraction. And as long as I get to have a piece of his shattered heart, however small it may be, I’ll make do.

The man may have stripped me of my old life, putting me in my own custom-made cage where he has the only key. But what’s really messed up is that by doing so,he has liberated me.

I’ve never felt so free and fulfilled.

For that alone I’m willing to give this, whatever it is between us, a chance.

The only thing that doesn’t fit into all of this is his vengeance.

I’ve been wondering about Tyson’s motives for a while but he’s like a vault when it comes to my father.Impenetrable.

I don’t know much about my dad’s dealings besides that he’s a successful businessman who always provided for me and my mother.

My parents never were in a typical relationship but more of a partnership evolving around raising me, to shape me into the perfect socialite daughter. Which included telling me absolutely nothing.

For the rest of breakfast, I’m lost in my own thoughts, starting to doubt my very own existence.

Picking up on my mood, Tyson remains silent and I’m grateful that he’s not pushing me on this.

But then again, he’s not someone who’d give me space because his hand stayed on my thigh the entire time we ate.

As soon as I set my plate into the sink, my knees are suddenly kicked out from under me. Tyson scooping me up into his arms, holding me close to his chest before I can fall and crack my skull on the hardwood floor.

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