Page 44 of Stalked

Tobias doesn’t move or speak as I vomit my feelings. I hate when he gets like this, and when I think he’s not going to say anything Tobias shakes his head. Stepping forward, he grabs the belt loop of my pants, yanking me forward.

“You don’t get it,” he whispers, grabbing my chin.

“Get what?”

“That heart inside your chest, that beating organ.” He taps my chest, and letting go of my chin, he grabs the back of my neck. “It’s that muscle in your chest that really has me possessed.” Tobias wipes my cheek with his other hand. Bringing his thumb to his mouth, I suck in a breath when he moans and smirks down at me. “Hmm, tastes like mine.”

Suddenly his hand wraps around my neck. “Don’t you ever doubt my feelings for you again. I’m usually not into spanking but that doesn’t mean I won’t lay you across my lap and make that ass red before I fuck it.”

I suck in a breath, a smile spreading across my lips. My emotions wreck my brain. I know I should fight him harder on this, but I know deep down he means everything he’s saying. Tobias never once has said something he doesn’t mean. I don’t know why he would start now.

“Why did you shut me out?” I whisper, my hands dragging up his sides.

Tobias sighs, closing his eyes, his grip loosening around my throat. I don’t like that. Tobias is hard around all edges, and I want his hand pressed against my throat. Controlling me the only way he knows how. So I do the only reasonable thing by jumping onto him. I swing my legs around his waist, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“You don’t get to shut me out. If I get to question you, then you have to answer me. You don’t want me clinging to you like a stage five clinger.”

Tobias chuckles, his arms wrapping around my back holding me against his front.

“Who says I wouldn’t mind a stage five clinger?”

“I’m talking I’ll follow you everywhere. You won’t ever shower alone; you won’t even get to brush your teeth without me on your back.”

“I wouldn’t mind that,” Tobias mutters, pressing his lips against mine.

“You say that now.”

“I’ll continue to say it. I wasn’t lying when I said your heart is mine. It’s been mine since I first laid my eyes on you, and it will continue to be mine. Even in death, I’ll follow.”

Shit,can this man make me cry even harder?

“I wasn’t shutting you out earlier. I thought you didn’t want them to see us together. When you said we should clean up, I thought you were hinting at us getting out of dodge so none of them saw us together.”

I frown, his words slowly sinking in, and the more they sink in, the more the anger bubbles up. How could he just think that? I’ve tried to be all in, tried to bare my soul to him, but that’s not true. He doesn’t know everything, and as much as I don’t want to tell him I need to.

“Gab–”

“No,” I snap, wiggling, trying to get down from his hold.

“Stop,” Tobias snaps.

Huffing, I sit back. If he’s hell bent on holding me then he will have to hold my entire weight and if I fall, well, fuck him.

“I want to show you off. I want everyone to know, including my family, yours, everyone inourworld. I don’t want you to hide yourself, not from me and sure as fuck not from our family. So for the sake of my feelings, don’t hide yourself. If you want to kiss me, kiss me, if you want a hug, hug me, and if you want to fuck, I’m your man.”

My mouth opens and closes, gulping for air, because for fucks sake. When did Tobias become such a talker, and a smooth one at that?

“I…I– Tobias, I wasn’t trying to hide us. I just didn’t want to be seen naked; I don’t want… the scars. I don’t want them to ask questions, but I wasn’t trying to hide from you or from them.”

“Your scars make you who you are. And I could give two shits if they see us together, they’re all going to know you’re mine. I don’t care what they think. I don't give two shits in the world, Gabriel,” Tobias growls, slamming his lips against mine again. Everything he has he pours into our kiss, licking my mouth, demanding control over my mouth. But I can’t give in to him, not knowing if he’s going to let me in fully. He needs to trust me, needs to pick me.

“Tobias,” I snap, breaking from his mouth. “Stop. Please, just...” Wiggling from his grasp, Tobias reluctantly lets me go, hands fisted at his sides. I know it must have been hard for him, but the idea of going on like we have been doesn’t sit well.

“You have to let me in.”

Tobias frowns, unsure of what I mean.

“I’m damaged, I’m broken, I have a missing part inside me. I’m a big clinger, and I’m not talking just about wanting to be near you. I’m talking about wanting to live in your skin. Rub your scent on me and never let me go. I’m obsessed with obsession. I don’t want just the normal kind of love; I’ve seen that fall and break. I’ve seen it all. I want obsession. I want you so obsessed with me that you can’t breathe when I’m not near you.”

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