Page 3 of Twisted Obsession

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Ansel

Aaron had threatened to kick my ass if I hurt Regina, acting like I didn’t know what the hell I was doing. I’d back off, but it wasn’t because of empty threats from my cousin. I wasn’t backing off because I didn’t desire Regina. I was backing off because I wanted to fucking inhale the woman.

Everything about her called to my attention, and I lost control of my dick each time I got within a foot of her. That sexy, lush body of hers had my gaze tracing her lines and curves right now. Her ass wasn’t pancake-flat either. The womanly curves she owned were driving me into a lust-fueled fit. Each time my eyes rested on that plump, round ass, an obscene amount of blood would flow to my dick, making it ache.

Although certain parts of her had been marred by the abuse her family had inflicted upon her, she still had the most succulent skin I’d seen. Her beauty exuded a palpable energy that bounced off her skin, rich and dark like warm caramel.

There was a radiance about her, like she’d been dipped in the glow of a setting sun. The woman was gorgeous and one of the least vain people I’d ever met. When she caught me with those big brown eyes and their secret seduction, it added to my wanton desire.

There was a freak inside Regina staring back at me, winking, taunting, and letting me know that I’d have to work to set her free. Her subtle body movements, the way she bathed me in her curious gazes. She was telling me that she needed me to tear that ass up.

The first day I’d met Regina and discovered that she was a Dominquez, I’d fought the urge to kill her as much as the one to fuck her. Aaron had vouched for her. After he’d informed me that she’d had the heart to toss a man into an incinerator and burn him alive in front of him, I concluded she was more than some damsel in distress.

A doctor. I respected the accolades she’d worked hard to earn, but I wasn’t going to be responsible for how I acted if she didn’t stop eyeing me like she knew what the hell I was thinking.

Finally, I stepped away from my front door after standing there staring at Regina until she’d dropped her gaze and started fidgeting. I pointed an authoritative finger at my dick, warning his ass to chill before he scared her off. The last thing I needed was her contacting Aaron to come and pick her up.

I ambled to the couch and sat next to her.

“Doc,” I called as my hungry gaze roamed, devouring her body before finding those big, warm, and beautiful eyes.

“Yes,” she answered, meeting my stalking gaze.

“Will you check my shoulder?”

Operation Take Six had earned me a slug in the shoulder but it had been worth it, killing key members of her deadly family. She’d cleaned and sewn my wound with expert precision after using her skills to extract the bullet. Except for a minor ache and an irritating itch near the wound, she’d done such a good job, I’d forgotten I’d even been shot. However, I was using the hell out of this wound if it meant getting her closer.

“Sure,” she answered. “I’ll grab the supplies.”

My back fell into the couch cushions, leaning back as far as I could go to ensure her closeness. She approached, carrying one of those black shower bags she’d converted into a medical bag and stuffed with supplies.

The bag unfolded into three compartments that she set on the coffee table. When she took her seat and turned to face me, her knee grazed my thigh.

“May I?” she asked, pointing at my shirt.

“Please. You want me to take this off?” I inquired, enjoying her refreshing warmth.

“No. No need. I just need to see the wound.”

From day one, she’d been skittish around me, but I planned to rectify that problem. I didn’t care for people touching me. However, Regina was my exception. Her hands could explore whatever they desired, especially my dick.

The first time she’d worked on me, she’d removed the sleeve covering my left arm, exposing only what she needed to see and leaving the shirt covering the rest of me.

I’d been studying her since the day I met her, always preparing the series of fantasies I aimed to play out with her. She could deny it and play coy, but there was no hiding the fire that ignited each time we were near each other.

The way her eyes widened with a mix of intrigue and shock when I’d make an off-handed sexual comment. The way her body leaned ever so slightly towards me when I laid my lust-filled gaze on her. The way her hands would clench when she fought her impulses to react to my advances. The way her smooth brown skin glowed when I was making her hot.

She even had this cute little twitch where she’d tilt her head like she didn’t want to miss anything I said. It was rare for a woman’s eyes to draw me in, but Regina’s were large brown gems that filled a room with light. There were also hints of sadness in them that she didn’t do a good job of hiding. They hinted at secrets that I planned on coaxing from her.

The thick tension between us suffocated my senses, the coil tightening the longer I was around her. This was the first time I’d experienced anything like this, a craving need so deep, I could taste the lust on my tongue and sniff the desire in the air.

When she drew close enough, a deep sniff allowed me to breathe her in. My action caused her to concentrate harder on my wound, but the light tremble in her hand revealed her secret. The fact that my probing gaze was locked on her face as she worked, didn’t help matters.

She edged my T-shirt to the side, but I knew as well as she did that she’d prefer to take it off.

“You need help?” I inquired as she continued to avoid my eyes.

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