Page 15 of Dark Obsession

“Mr. Kinahan, why are you here?” Her words were slow, slurred and laced in a giggle that had me smiling. I looked away from her body and out over the sleeping city.

“I’m here to make sure you’re ok,” I answered truthfully. I didn’t have it in me to be a smart cunt and she looked far too fucked to even respond.

“Well as you can see, I’m perfectly fine.” Her body slipped as she tried to stand, her tiny body still dressed in her outfit from earlier that had my cock hard instantly. She fell into my body. My arms rushed out to catch her as she hit my chest with a small thud. She groaned and my cock throbbed, matching the pulse in my neck. She was a stunning enigma and I wanted to unpack her brilliant yet twisted mind and make her mine. I fucking hated that.

It had been only days and I was fucking hooked. Granted, after I had seen her in my club, knowing she wasn’t my new dancer, and then again in that elevator, I wanted to know all there was to know about Miss Walsh. Laughter left her. My hands moved over her body, down her back to her hips. She was freezing cold. I placed her down on the outdoor bed and shrugged out of my jacket, then wrapped it around her body. “Mmmm, a warm hug that smells of danger and laced in the devil.” I smirked at her beautiful face, her features so delicate even with her mascara mixed with tears streaking her cheeks and the black lipstick smudged.Fuck, if only you knew,I thought as I slipped down next to her and folded her into me.

“Who hurt you?” she asked me, taking me by surprise.

“I could ask you the same thing.” I ran my fingers over her thigh.

“All the fucking men in my life. I’m just a toy, a pawn in their game. The beauty behind their fucked up blue-balls-bullshit power struggle.” She rushed it out so fast I could hardly keep up. I took another drag of the cigarette as her finger reached up, brushing my cheeks and taking it from my lips. She placed it between her smudged black ones—fuck, she was so stunning.

“Oh, and her. She left me.” Her words were sluggish now, blurred with agony. I hung onto them, dissecting each word and taking with it the sorrow inside.

My fingers gently reached up from her thigh and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. She looked up at me, those intense blue eyes filled with nothing but pain and utter loneliness that I knew all too well. I lived with that same feeling, and it hurt me; fucking actually made me feel physical pain for the first time in a long time. I felt something and wanted to share with her.

“I lost someone too, like you.”

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