Page 66 of Obsession

Her mouth opened and closed, her throat bobbing.

“Why did you try and help me today, Mihir?” she asked. “Do you even care? You never bothered to check on me after I was stabbed. And now this? Your mixed signals are confusing and hurting me.”

He looked at her. “You think I don’t care?”

“What else am I to think? You’ve ignored me for years. You’ve made it painfully clear that you’re out for revenge. You stayed married to meforrevenge.”

“And how has that hurt you in any way? Yes, I wanted revenge, but so far, I haven’t done a single thing to hurt you ever. I let you get away from that damn yacht all those years ago because, even then, despite being so mad at you, I couldn’t bring myself to hurt you!” He exhaled a heavy breath. “As far as visiting you in the hospital is concerned… seeing you in that hospital bed broke something inside me, Anna. It showed me how incapable I am of hurting you. That I’d kill anyone who tried to harm you. And I did. I killed the man who stabbed you. He died a slow, painful, and merciless death for touching you. But now, seeing you panic like that—I wish I had hurt him more.”

She swallowed thickly, watching him, just like he was watching her. Anna had always been brave, beautiful, and confident. However, the way she’d looked terrorized and heartbroken just a few moments ago had dissolved every lingering bit of negativity he’d ever felt for her. In its place, a blatant possessiveness slammed through him. He wanted to see her fire back. He wanted to see her eyes sparkle with brazen self-assuredness again. So, he’d done what he had to get her back to being herself. And it had worked. Fire shone in her eyes. All traces of trauma had vanished.

She shifted. He tried to move off her, but her chain caught in the vee of his gym t-shirt. Her hand touched his t-shirt at the same time as his. Electricity shot through his arm as he caught her hand in his. Her brown eyes widened. Desire punched through him.

Positioned as he was above her, his heart hammering hard in his chest, need awash in his veins, he knew just how difficult it was going to be to get up and walk away from her.

“I’m so tired, Anna…” he admitted, clutching her hand tighter. “I’m tired of fighting you. I’m tired of hating you. I’m tired of trying to feel nothing for you. I’m tired of resisting you.”

“Then don’t.”

“You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

“I’m tired too, Mihir…” She kissed his cheek softly. “I’m also tired of fighting you. There is something between us, and I’m also tired of resisting it. In that moment when I was stabbed, you were the only one on my mind. That if I died, I’d regret not seeing you one last time. I’d regret not acting upon this craving between us. I’d regret not knowing how we went from being so amazingly perfect to so drastically wrong. I don’t know what the future holds, but right now, in this moment, you’re still my husband, and I’m still your wife. So, take me, claim me. Make me yours again.”

His heart melted, falling for her words. He shifted. His hard erection moved in the vee between her legs. She gasped.

“Show me where he hurt you,” he ordered, rising up.

Kneeling, she lifted her t-shirt from the side, allowing him to see her wound. Rage flowed through him to see her pale skin marred by an angry red scar. He put his mouth on it, drawing gentle circles around the welt with his tongue. She fell onto the mat as he continued to lick her skin. Her soft whimpers cooled his ire.

He shifted into her properly, allowing her to feel what he felt for her. She softened beneath him. He pushed his erection into her, showing her how much he needed her. Her eyes darkened, feeding into his own desire.

“You’re not supposed to feel this good against me,” he said, inhaling from her throat. “You’re not supposed to be this perfect.”

“Mihir…” she rasped, her voice filled with longing.

He captured her mouth, claiming her lips like a man possessed, like he was ravenous for her. And he was. He wanted to devour her. Her lips, her skin, her touch—they were his downfall. His mouth returned to her throat, inhaling her scent again. Then he nipped the side of her neck, making her shudder and shake. His tongue swirled over her skin, soothing the bite.

“Tell me to stop, Anna,” he said against her neck.

“No.”

“Tell me to leave you the fuck alone,” he growled, biting the side of her throat.

“No,” she gasped.

He lifted his head and looked into her eyes. “This changes nothing between us. This is pure lust—a raw need that has to be fulfilled. At the end of this week, we still go our own ways. This is a final step to the end. One last goodbye.”

Even though he knew he wanted her with a ferocity that bordered on insanity, he knew that this could only be for right now. It was temporary. He’d been hurt by her in the past, and he’d sworn never to allow her or any other woman that much control over him again. He had to ensure she understood what exactly he was offering.

“Tell me that you’re okay with this…” he asked.

She glared at him, breathing hard. Wrapping a leg around his waist, she spun him sharply, so she was atop him. She lifted her t-shirt and flung it aside. Her bra followed.

Bloody fucking hell.

She untied the knot from her hair and shook her head from side to side. Her long locks fell in silken waves down her bare chest.

“So, fucking perfect,” he whispered, staring at her.

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