Page 25 of The Dark Obsession

“Come here.” He orders, making my feet move without a second thought.

Something about his dominant tone making me want to follow his every command. I need to snap out of this.

As I approach, Nero who’s been peacefully napping in the shade of the nearby trees shoots up, trotting over to greet me.

I feel bad for how I reacted yesterday. He’s a sweetheart despite the scary exterior. Though the same can’t be said about his owner.

I giggle when he jumps up, licking my cheek, his paws landing on my chest as he steadies himself.

Standing on his hind legs, the dog is taller than me. That’s not embarrassing at all.

“Ow, those are my boobs.” I laugh, stepping back with one last scratch behind his ear. I resume making my way towards the lumberjack with Nero at my heels.

It’s astonishing how fast the doggy took to me. But then he most likely doesn’t get many visitors around here.

My smile falters as I spot Tyson’s eyes glued to my chest, making my cheeks heat under his intense scrutiny.

When I self-consciously wrap my arms around my middle, his attention immediately snaps back to my face as he clears his throat.

“Want to give it a try?” He motions towards the axe hanging loosely by his side.

“Ehm... not really...” I shrink back, suddenly intimidated by his sheer size.

Was he this tall yesterday because I’m really struggling to crane my neck down here.

“Come on, I’ll guide you.”

Something unreadable softens in his gaze as he pulls me closer by my waist. Before I have a chance to escape, he pushes the axe into my shaky hands.

Right, give the woman you kidnapped a sharp weapon,that’s the brilliant thing to do.

Tingles erupt all over my skin as he turns me into position, his large palms splayed over my hips.

Tyson’s broad chest covers my back, the heat of his body seeping into me as his huge hands envelop my small ones, hiding them completely. His whole frame tightly wrapped around me like a cage with no way to break free.

Not that it would cross my mind at the moment, too flustered to concentrate on the piece of wood in front of me as liquid fire floods my veins.

I wouldn’t be able to lift that axe by myself even if I wanted to. My body following along wantonly while Tyson does all the hard work, our bodies moving like one.

Each time we make impact, I jump back from the flying splinters and straight into his hard torso, shuddering as his breath, heavy from the exertion, brushes against the side of my face.

“I was promised a tour, remember?” I wiggle in his hold, overly aware of every inch where our bodies are connected.

It’s too intimate, too much.

“I wouldn’t forget, little one.” He grins down at me and this time my jaw slackens.

He’s devastating.

How can someone be so brutally handsome yet deathly at the same time?

I guess a predator has to attract its prey somehow.

Tyson grabs my hand without hesitation and a full body shudder travels up my arm as he circles his thumb over the back of my palm.

He does it like it’s the most natural thing to do for two people who barely know each other.

Not mentioning the detail that one of them isn’t here of their own free will.

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