Page 74 of Red Obsession

“Hey, it’s Izel,” I murmur, sitting down on the bed.

“Oh, hey, sweetheart, let me grab your brother. How was the drive?” she asks.

“Um, it was alright.” I don’t bother with the small talk. I just want to tell Gabriel we made it before I crawl into bed and go to sleep. Something’s wrong with Zion and I can’t help but feel like it’s my fault.

“That’s good to hear, sweetheart. Ah, here he is.”

There’s a faint ruffling around before Gabriel’s voice answers, “it feels weird with you being so far away.”

“I know what you mean.” My eyes lock onto the bathroom door, the unsettling feeling low in my stomach. I hate feeling like I did something to upset him. I have no idea what I could have done. But it wraps around my head, drowning me with worry.

“Izel?” Gabriel's voice breaks through.

“Sorry, Gabby. I’m tired. I’ll call you in the morning, okay?”

“Yeah, okay. Love you.”

I don’t bother answering back before hanging up. Tossing his phone onto the bed, my feet carry me to the bathroom door. Hand raised, I go to knock but stop at the last second. He doesn't want to see me, so he ran into the bathroom, getting away from me as quickly as he could. But why?

I rack my brain, trying to remember what I could have done. Everything had been fine leading up to this trip. Christmas, we went to his moms, went home, and spent time by the fireplace watching movies. It only took him three days to find a contract he was willing to take with me. Two days to get everything in order, and now here we are.

Why is he pulling away from me? I hate it. I can’t stand it. Is he doing it so he could just get rid of me?Did he think if I saw him torture and murder someone I would just leave? That I would run away from him?

I mean, I have no idea where we are even headed. Honestly, I have no idea where we are right now. I should probably know,just in case.Just the fact I trusted him enough to go blindly into this, that should say something. Shouldn’t it?

Yanking the bathroom door open, I slam it shut. Steam fills the bathroom, but I don’t stop. Peeling my clothes off, I pull the shower curtain back, finding Zion standing there with his back to me.

“What is your problem?” I ask, climbing inside.

Zion doesn’t say anything, not that it comes as a surprise. He never wants to answer my questions when I ask. It’s frustrating and downright annoying. I want to ask whatever I want and not have to fight him on answering.

“Zion, ans–”

“I promised you, I promised and now I’m breaking it.” Swinging around, Zion drops to his knees, wrapping his arms around my waist. I flinch when I know his eyes are level with the scars around my stomach.

“What are you talking about?”

“I promised you I’d protect you, and now I’m taking you with me to kill someone. I don’t care if you’re willingly wanting me to take you. I am, I’m taking you into a place that’s dangerous, Izel. I shouldn’t be doing this.”

Twirling my fingers in his hair, I pull his head back, forcing him to look up at me. I’m not sure what takes over me, I don’t have a dominant bone in my body. But having him on his knees, confessing that he’s scared for me, it takes over my mind and I’m overwhelmed with feelings that I told myself I’d never have.

“You’re doing this because I asked you.” He pulls his head from my hand, burying his face into my stomach, planting feather kisses along my belly button. “You’re doing this because despite the war inside your head you know I need to see who you are underneath. Because you need to know that no matter what I’ll still love you.” Because no matter what I still will. He’s shown more kindness than my own family, shown me that it doesn’t matter if you’ve just met the person, you can fall in love with them. And that’s what happened with Zion. Even if I want to fight the little voice in my head, deny that I can love him while trying to protect my brother.

I can love him.

“You love me?” His voice strains as he asks me.

“I think I have since you pulled me out of that basement.”I smile. I can’t pinpoint the exact point, but the trust I have that he will keep his word. It must mean something.

He pries my legs apart, and lifting one over his shoulder he dives in. His mouth latches onto my clit, sucking and eating me. Emotions swarm around me, gripping my throat. My hands latch onto his hair, pulling him into me.

“You’re the best thing I’ve ever tasted,” he growls, pulling my pussy lips apart before licking me once more. “Hmmm, the best tasting meal I’ve ever had.”

I swear I get wetter at his words. The uncontrollable need for him.

“Fuck me,” I moan, trying to pull him up.

“I plan to do more than just fuck you,” he says moments before I’m lifted, my arms wrapping around his neck.

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