Page 27 of Plunge into Obsession

I pulled away from her and faced the front once more. A single fat raindrop splattered on the windshield. It had been cloudy all day, and it was forecasted to rain tonight. I should probably drive her home, but I wanted to prolong this moment with her a little more.

“What does that even mean?” she asked suddenly. “What you just called me? Cor—something.”

I didn’t answer her.

The fucking pet name had slipped out, and I didn’t want to delve too much into the whys.

I pulled the car forward and continued to drive her home. She didn’t have to answer me, but that didn’t matter. I would get the answer out of Corey as soon as I dropped her off.

My blood hummed in anticipation.

It had been a while since I’d gotten my hands dirty.

And Corey was going to find out why the people in Mexico had dubbed meEl Despiadado.

She was quiet the rest of the ride back to her home, and I wished I knew what she was thinking. There was no mistaking the attraction in her eyes when she looked at me.

I wasn’t lying when I’d said I could have her in my bed, and that she would be there because she wanted to be, not because I had to promise money or whatever the fuck she might need or want.

But I had a feeling Bianca wasn’t someone I could just fuck to get out of my system, as Raphael had said.

There was no fucking way.

Once I had a taste, I wouldn’t stop until I had her completely.

But it wasn’t fair to bring her into my world.

She was an innocent woman.

She didn’t understand there were monsters lurking about in every dark corner of the world.

I couldn’t fucking thrust her into that, not unless I could be sure she would not only be able to claw her way out of the darkness, but thrive in it as well.

Because that was the only way to survive in my world.

Make friends with the darkness.

I thought back to the Vasiliev Bratva.

Like Bianca, Catalina was an innocent woman who’d had no say in being thrown into the darkness.

But she had the protection of three monsters.

And she was born into this world. Bianca wasn’t.

I glanced over at the sweet girl I had in my car, fighting against the urge to just drive off with her in it.

There were enough lights in the street now that I could make out her profile.

She was staring out the side window, her eyes seemingly lost in thought.

How fucking badly I wanted to lose myself in those deep, blue eyes of hers.

How fucking easy she made me want things.

I shook my head and pulled up to her house.

She looked up, then frowned a little at me.

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