Page 6 of Red Obsession

“You’re not going anywhere.” Why did I say that? Now I sound crazy. She needs to go, go very far away from me. I’m the one who’s acting irrational.

“Here’s the thing,buddy.”I don’t like the way she said that. “If you aren’t going to torture me, kill me, or rape me. And that doesn’t mean I’m going to let you do any of that. Anyways, if that’s not happening, then I’m walking out that door.” Crossing her arms over her chest as though she’s trying to cement her point. She looks so cute.

“No, you’re not.” I have no clue why I’m being so stubborn. She should go. I don’t want her here. But even thinking of her leaving makes me cringe because I’m a big liar.

“Zion, whatever your last name, yo–”

“Rain.” What. The. Actual. Fuck.

Something is wrong with me. Two seconds with her and I’m spilling secrets. I’ve never told anyone who I am. My personal life doesn’t interfere with my secret identity; they don’t cross paths. I keep everything separate. And now suddenly I’m spilling everything, not giving a single care.

“Well, Zion Rain, I’m walking out tha–”

“No,” I snap. “You’re tired and you don’t even know where you’re at.”Crossing my arms. Both of us stare at each other, refusing to back down.

Why was I trying to keep her here?

I was ready to pull my hair out, to shove my head through a wall, anything to get away from this infuriating woman who talks way too much. She called me a damn ogre, for fucks sake.

So why am I trying so damn hard to keep her here?

“I don’t trust you.”

“Good.” She shouldn’t trust me; I am a damn killer.

“You’re not helping your case, mammoth.”

Mammoth?

My eyes widen at her words, my arm drop, making fist at my side. Ready to shove her out the door. She needs to be gone. I never should have brought her here. Saving her was a mistake. This was a huge mistake, everything, letting her touch me, letting her shower an–

“You’re bleeding,” I mumble. My eyes take notice of her split eyebrow that’s currently trickling blood on the side of her face. How did I not notice? How did I not noticed the dark bruising on the side of her face?

“You’re not getting out of this conversation that easily,” she huffs, rolling her eyes, suddenly refusing to look at me.

Without giving her a chance, I step forward, hoisting her into my arms. Marching to the bathroom, she begins to protest, moving her body up against mine. I try not to notice her wiggling, and her leg somehow brushing up against my dick. But he sure takes notice, and now I’m sporting a chub.

“Stop moving.” My voice holds no conviction. Planting her down on the counter, I grab the first aid kit from behind the door ripping it open.

“I don’t understand you,” she mumbles. “I don’t do well with growling men; I don’t do well with orders and I nee–”

“What’s your name?” I finally ask. I begin to realize she knows more about me than I know about her. In fact, I don’t know anything about her.I don’t like that feeling.

“If I tell you, will you let me leave?”

“Why do you want to leave so badly?” I ask, pulling out the gauze and medical glue.

“I have something I need to do,” she whispers, unable to meet my eyes.

“This might sting some.”

Giving a small nod, I press the gauze to her eyebrow. I make quick work of cleaning up her face, before applying the glue to her brow. “It’s going to take a few minutes to dry.”

Peering down, I find myself getting lost in her eyes. The green yet cloudy warmness she gives me is exhilarating and the tightness in my chest comes. But along with that I’m reminded of the fact I’m just supposed to save her—that doesn’t mean I need to keep her here with me.

“Just rest for the night and then tomorrow you can leave. I’ll drop you off at the bus station, or wherever you need to go.”I find myself saying.

She waits a minute, her head tilting to the side as she studies me.

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