Page 95 of The Dark Obsession

Out in the open, crying out at the top of my lungs, my pussy spasms as I claw at his shoulders, coming apart in his arms with violent shudders.

I feel broken yet whole at the same time.

My legs trembling uncontrollably as Tyson holds my body up against his own, keeping me stuffed with his fingers, making little jolts of pleasure wreak through my core as I ride out my orgasm.

“You’re perfect, baby.” He breathes heavily.

Cradled in his arms, I feel utterly worshipped as Tyson gently kneads my hip, kissing my temple with tenderness.

The moment so wholesome nothing could shatter it.

When I go to kneel, wanting to return the favor, he tucks me firmly into the crook of his shoulder, ignoring his own needs.

“Later, little one. I need to be aware of our surroundings.” His lips meet my forehead once more. “Which you’re making incredibly fucking hard.”

With a content sigh, I rest my head against his solid chest as we watch the sky clear up. The first rays of sunshine bursting through the heavy clouds.

This is what freedom feels like.

What Tyson said about my feelings being valid, it hit home. For the first time in my life, I finally felt seen by someone and it’s such a foreign thing to me.

It’s hard to process that anyone, especially this seemingly heartless man, truly cares about me. That someone would make me a priority.

Yet in this moment, I believe it.

No one has seen me the way Tyson does, the real me that’s hurting even though I’ve done my best to suppress it. Something I’ve been doing ever since I can remember without even realizing it.

I never knew how much this truly impacted me.

Until Tyson.

My insecurities and self-imposed restraints have been rooted deep inside me, affecting my every decision.

No matter how small.

And although my former prison keeps haunting me, my captor just so happened to give me the means to free myself.

It’s not lost on me how ironicthatis.

Despite the start of this hike being pure torture, I’m proud that I did this one thing for myself.

I did something hard, daring, and possibly dangerous. Well, definitely dangerous for my clumsy ass, just because I could.

Because of the freedom Tyson has granted me.

The shackles binding me to him don’t feel constricting but liberating. It’s hard to wrap my head around something so contradictory, yet it’s the truth.

How can someone who’s more or less holding me hostage be the one allowing me to spread my wings in ways that were unimaginable to me before.

It feels so incredibly good that I can’t tear myself away, sinking deeper into the addiction that Tyson Corso has become for me.

We make a slow descent, careful not to slip on the wet rocks after the quick rain shower, our clothes drying on us as we go.

My muscles ache with every step and I’m pretty sure that for the next few days, I’ll be wobbling around like a penguin from how sore I am.

That’s going to be attractive.

Tyson has an arm wrapped around my waist, supporting half of my weight with my tired feet stumbling along until we finally reach the ATV, just as darkness begins to settle over the woods.

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