Page 104 of The Dark Obsession

His yet again hard cock grinding against my aching clit until I’m moaning needily into his mouth.

“So wet... Is this all for me?” Groaning, he fully coats himself in my arousal.

“For you.” I mewl, grinding up against him. “Only you.”

Without skipping a beat, Tyson sheaths himself deep inside me, ruthlessly slamming in and out of my tight heat.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

With every harsh trust, I can feel him claiming me, feel that we were made for each other.

Nothing will ever change the fact that I’m his. As he’s mine.

Driving me deeper into the mattress with long, hard strokes, he holds onto me as though I’m the only solid thing keeping him together.

The headboard slamming forcefully against the wall, in tune with my whimpers and his wild grunts as we both get lost in each other.

“That’s it.” He moans, hitting my sensitive spot over and over. So unbelievably hard. “My good girl.”

My limbs shake uncontrollably as I hold onto him with everything I have left, my nails leaving their marks.

“Give yourself to me, little one!” Tyson snarls, voice full of dominance. Yet laced with a hint of yearning.

Clenching around him, my body convulses as I come with his name on my lips.

Worshipping the man who owns my heart.

A feral growl leaving his throat as he fills me up with one last powerful trust.

“My gorgeous baby.” With a spent sigh, Tyson falls on top of me, nearly suffocating me under his hard, muscled body. And yet, I can’t get enough of his weight pressed up against me.

Nuzzling my neck, he breathes me in. I can feel him smile against my skin when I kiss his temple.

As strong and unshakeable as Tyson is, deep down he craves the affection and gentleness he’s been denied all his life.

With both my arms and legs tightly wrapped around his broad frame, not leaving a morsel of space between us, he lifts his head, pulling me into another searing kiss.

In no hurry to pull out, Tyson licks along the seam of my lips until they part for him, allowing him to plunder my mouth with his tongue.

This time the kiss is different, full of devotion. If I didn’t know better, I’d say it’s almost loving.

Fisting the hair on the side of my neck, he bites the thin skin before soothing the sting with his lush lips.

There barely been a day when the man hasn’t marked me, constantly making sure my throat is stained in purple patches. A show of his ownership.

Suddenly, a shrill ring pierces the silent night, making me jerk in surprise.

With a heavy sigh, Tyson reaches for the burner phone lying on the bedside table. He’s been less cautious about leaving it out in the open, trusting me that I’m not going to run.

This is exactly what I set out to do in the beginning. Gain his trust and escape. But that plan is null and void now and he very well knows it.

“I swear Rafe, if someone isn’t dead or dying, I’ll put a dent in your damn skull.” Tyson barks into the speaker while I struggle to stifle a laugh against his shoulder.

I’ve never seen him irritated. This new range of emotions is quite something to witness.

“Check again, I don’t want any fucker slipping through.” His gaze hardens as he talks to his half-brother on the other side of the line, going back to the coldhearted hitman in the blink of an eye.

“Well done. I’ll join you tomorrow night.”

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