Page 83 of Twisted Obsession

When you felt this way about someone, there was nothing you wouldn’t do for them. There was nothing the two of you couldn’t work out. This connection was no doubt the only fingerprint shared by two humans. The idea that I, of all people, was getting to experience this incredible mystery was as amazing as it was disturbing.

Regina had reduced me to a puddle in her arms as my body slumped and fell further into her hold, enthralled by her sensational magic. When I found the strength to reach up and tap her arm again, her grip loosened. She eased away from me in silence, the leather squeaking under her movement.

I stood but was slow to walk away. My mind was split in two. I wanted her. Hell, I didn’t intend to let her go. But, I didn’t think I could give her what she was freely willing to give me.

Without a glance back, I forced myself to walk away. The crinkling of the couch never registered, so I knew she hadn’t moved. She sat watching me walk away. With each step I took, her pull on me grew stronger, making my muscles fight to move me. When I was sure I was out of her view and turned onto my hallway, I slung my back against the wall.

What in the fuck had I walked away from? Had I ruined the best thing to ever happen to me? Was I going to regret this moment for the rest of my life? Or had I saved a beautiful woman from a lifetime of pain?

“Fuck!” I yelled as my forehead fell into my hands. There weren’t many challenges I’d walked away from, but this. Now, I understood why men started wars over women. I was falling for Regina as much as she’d admitted falling for me, but I couldn’t do that to her. I’d never gone there with anyone. I’d been truthful when I declared to her I’d hurt someone over her. Shit, we weren’t even in a relationship, and I could already picture my hands around someone’s throat if they eyed her too hard.

“Nope, hell no,” I stated out loud while shaking my head. Regina didn’t need my kind of fucked up drama, and I doubted I could give her the kind of love she deserved.

Ten minutes of me pacing up and down my bedroom, and my heart had finally returned to its normal beat. I gathered my clothes and headed for the shower, praying my mind would come up with a solution we could both abide.

“Fuck, Regina! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I yelled at the top of my lungs as the hot water from the shower slapped hard against my skin. Her love continued to flow through me, the embers refusing to go out.

My body shook from the emotions she’d set off, not knowing how to handle the unfamiliar currents. I raked my fingers through my wet hair, attempting to think past what was impossible to shake.

I couldn’t give in to this. I was stronger than these fucking emotions. They were invisible and faceless. So, how the fuck had they reduced my ass to rubble?

Regina understood me like no one else had, and she had so much love left in her to give. Me, I was afraid I didn’t have any left. Damn sure not enough to give her. About as selfish as an asshole could get, even as I fought against us forging a relationship, I couldn’t swallow the idea of letting her go. If there was one thing I knew with a great degree of certainty, I wanted Regina with me.

I hopped out of the shower like the water had turned into flames, storming into my bedroom. Water dripped off my fast-moving body, dick swinging against the cooler air. My fingers swiped fast over the shiny black face of my phone as I called up my contact list and pressed the number I needed.

“Yes,” came the voice of my saving grace. My fingers combed through my wet hair to keep water from falling into my face.

“You got anything for me? I need something now!” I roared, not hiding the fact that I was about to have a fucking anxiety attack. My mind was all over the place, and I didn’t want or need Regina seeing me lose my shit. I needed to get my head right so I could think. I needed to go back and talk to Regina, but I had to clear my mind before I did that.

“You sound stressed, Sir. I can go for some rough play right about now. Shock? Breath-play? You name it. I’m down. It’s been a while.”

“You got anything or not?” I snapped.

“Okay. Okay. Yes, I’ve got something for you. You got a pen?”

When I stepped into the living room thirty minutes later and dressed, I found Regina rolled into a tight ball. Her heavy breaths indicated she’d fallen back to sleep. I eased down on the couch, careful not to wake her. I sat at her head, fingering her hair with the lightest stroke of my trembling hand.

How could she find peace in sleep after the scene we’d just had? She looked so relaxed. A small smile rested on her lips as her shoulders moved in time with her breaths. How she could find happiness with the likes of me, I didn’t understand. How could she love me?

I bent and placed a feather-light kiss on the side of her forehead before I slid my black leather gloves on. Anxiety kicked my ass so bad my fucking hands shook harder. Crazy thing was, a session with Regina could take it all away. However, she was also the reason I needed to put distance between us and pull myself back together.

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