Page 20 of Surrender (Angels Halo MC Next Gen)

“I promise not to take it to any construction areas,” I compromised.

“You drive too fast.”

Unfastening my seat belt, I turned so I could put my elbows on the center console and propped my chin in my hands. “I promise not to speed, Daddy.”

“Liar.” Groaning, he leaned in to kiss my brow. I’d been aching for him to kiss me. For years, damn it. But all he’d given me so far were those sweet forehead kisses. And I fucking loved them. If he ever stopped, I wasn’t sure what I would do. “You’re trouble.”

“Being good is boring.” Unable to stop myself, I stroked my fingertips over the scruff along his cheekbone. I liked how he kept it short. Enough to darken his jaw without overshadowing just how attractive he really was. He wasn’t trying to hide a baby face like so many other men who were obsessed with their beards.

With a contented sigh, he leaned into my touch, his eyes closing. “Let’s go home.”

His voice had gone all gravelly, almost like a tiger purring. Between that sexy sound and the way my heart gave a happy jolt at the word home, I was breathless and unable to form words. Thankfully, he opened his eyes and saw me nod.

“Sit tight, princess.” As he walked around the front of the truck, I let him see me roll my eyes. Opening my door, he ducked his head inside, crowding me into the confined cab space. “You being sassy with me, baby girl?”

“I didn’t say anything, Daddy.” I didn’t know why I kept calling him that, but it felt right. Perfect, actually.

He skimmed his nose over my jaw, producing a whimper I was helpless to contain. Those little touches. Caresses that were so playful and intimate and addictive. They filled a void I didn’t even realize was empty inside me.

“You don’t have to say a word and I know what you’re thinking, Sammy.”

Part of me suspected that was true. Even as I prayed it wasn’t. If he knew what went through my head when it came to him—loving him, my entire world and well-being dependent on him and only him—he would never let me near him again.

What I felt for Elias wasn’t normal. It was a sickness that didn’t have a cure.

Even after watching my brother continue to go through the same obsessive disease with Nova despite all the years they had been married, I still didn’t understand it. But I wasn’t about to fight it.

Not when I could be expending that energy to ensure Elias became just as obsessed with me as I was with him.

CHAPTERTEN

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I could feelmy control slipping as soon as I pulled into the apartment parking lot.

That was something that rarely happened. The few times it had occurred had been when I was a kid and had zero tolerance for stupid people and their bullshit.

Yet, seeing Samara taking her sweet time gathering her things before opening her car door was nearly my breaking point. I wanted her out of that damn tin can and upstairs in bed.

Right fucking now.

Watching. Waiting. Craving. Those were my favorite things. Letting the anticipation build until all I could think about was release…

But I wasn’t sure I could do that with Samara.

My hunger for her had already reached a point of no return that I’d never experienced before—and I hadn’t even kissed her. I didn’t just want to touch and taste and watch as I made her fall apart for me. I wanted to fucking own her.

Want no longer had anything to do with what was tearing at the walls of my mind.

Need. Need. Need.

It echoed through my head on repeat, shredding my sanity, annihilating every sensible thought that urged me to take things slow. Gratification was momentary. Anticipation was exhilarating.

Both meant nothing when it came to Samara.

Capture. Possess. Own. Those were the only words that made sense.

Two days. Hell, less than forty-eight hours, and I was already slipping. I was already outside my comfort zone. Heading toward a free fall into some dark obsession I didn’t come close to understanding.

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