Page 67 of The Dark Obsession

As I try my best focus on my book, rereading the same sentence for the fifth time, the hammock dips under Tyson’s weight, making me slide into his side as a strong arm wraps around my shoulders, pulling me even closer.

My insides flutter when I feel him placing a gentle kiss to the top of my head, making me hide my blushing face in the grove between his neck and shoulder.

Nuzzling deeper into him, I take a deep breath of his musky scent mixed with a hint of cedarwood. Letting it wash over me, I find a sense of comfort in Tyson’s closeness.

Relaxing further into his embrace, the book in my lap is long forgotten as I trace the scars on his upper arm, some intricately woven into the designs of the tattoos covering them.

“What’s going to happen to us?” I ask, my whisper barely audible as I voice what we’ve both been dreading.

“What do you mean?” Tyson’s hold on me strengthens.

“You know what.”

We sit in silence for a while and I begin to think he isn’t going to answer. Finally, he tilts my chin up to search my face, seeing the anxiety lingering in my eyes.

“What do you want to happen?” He palms my cheek as I gape at him in surprise.

I’ve never considered having a say in my fate.

If it wasn’t my parents who dictated my future, then it was Tyson who threw me into whatever this is.

Though I’m more than okay with him dominating me, making me feel cherished and cared for in his arms.

Him taking the lead, being in control.

It feels good.Freeing.

And I’m fully aware how backwards that sounds.

Like an unspoken agreement, it felt natural to submit to Tyson because I trust him not to break me.

In the beginning, I gave into the man because I thought I didn’t have a choice, making the best of an impossible situation. Or at least that’s what I told myself.

The bare truth is, there’s always been more between us from the first moment he broke into my room, the first time our eyes locked. Even back then I felt drawn to him.

To his presence. His touch.

I want him. Us.

Instead of answering I lean closer, sealing my forehead with his, our lips almost touching.

“M-malory.” It’s barely a whisper. A mix of yearning and resignation.

My mouth ghosts softly over his, the sensation making me shudder in his arms.

That does it for him.

Tyson grips the back of my head, his hand tangling in my loose hair, tugging me closer as he devours me. His lips spreading over mine with desperate hunger.

He doesn’t just kiss me, he conquers me.

All of me.

A small moan slips from between my parted lips closely followed by his deep growl, allowing him to plunge his tongue into my open mouth, claiming me fully.

My fingers sink into his thick hair as I pull him even closer, our tongues tangling until I’m forced to submit, letting him explore every inch of my mouth without restraint.

I gasp when he suddenly bites my bottom lip, dragging it out with his teeth as the metallic taste of blood trickles onto my tongue, making Tyson go feral.

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