Page 43 of The Dark Obsession

Shaking off the thought before the color of my cheeks can betray my inner turmoil, I turn back to the task at hand.

Breakfast has been embarrassing enough with having to face Tyson after what transpired yesterday and absolutely no clue where we stand now.

Although he didn’t seem to feel the same level of distress as he sat contently across from me, making me want nothing more than to wipe that smug expression off his arrogant face.

The way he was proudly eyeing the hickeys that are on full display in my black tank top, making scorching heat spread though my entire body.

I should have put on a turtleneck. But honestly, I kind of like seeing them as well whenever I walk by a mirror, a visual reminder of how he…

Nope, not going there again.

When Tyson asked about what I was doing by the creek in the first place, I told him how I saw ivy growing out there on our first walk.

I planned to get some cuttings to grow myself and naturally got distracted by Nero’s cute antics.

By the way, I have no idea where the dog was during the whole ordeal that followed.

Anyhow, we went back there this morning to get the plants and my shoes that have been left behind since Tyson carried me back in his arms.

He hasn’t left my side that whole time, not letting me out of his reach while I tried my best to ignore him. The bastard even smirked when I stared a second too long at that tree.

Finishing up, I set the propagated ivy on the windowsill, looking at my work with a little smile.

Back at home, I loved filling my space with greenery, making it feel homier and for some reason less lonely.

I guess plants are the next best thing when you aren’t allowed to have any pets.

Tyson keeps ceaselessly encouraging me to change anything I want inside the cabin, so if I’m going to be stuck here, I might as well.

Feeling the hairs on the back of my neck rise, the smell of fresh wood and leather envelops me, making my heartbeat pick up instantly.

“It’s looking good, little one.” His breath brushes my ear as a pleasant shudder wrecks my spine.

Nodding in acknowledgement, I lean into him, subconsciously seeking the warmth of his body.

Tyson’s hands grip the counter on either side of me, caging me in as his hard, muscular chest covers my back.

Nuzzling his head into the crook of my neck, he inhales my scent, his stubbled cheeks tickling the sensitive flesh.

“I love seeing my marks on you.” He murmurs against my skin, making me quiver in his arms.

“We’ve got to make sure they don’t fade.” His teeth lightly graze a spot below my ear, right where the largest hickey is.

“Don’t we, baby?”

I can feel his erection pressing into my lower back, reminding me how good it felt against my core as he nibbles along my shoulder, pulling down the strap for better access.

“Answer me!” His voice is hoarse as he places open-mouthed kisses on my tender neck. My body readily melting into him, giving into the pleasure of his warm lips.

One of his hands slips under the hem of my top, caressing my bare stomach, brushing over my ribs until his large palm covers my breast, squeezing hard.

Holding back a desperate moan, I bite down on my bottom lip. Yet I can’t stop how my body arches into Tyson’s, his roughness drawing me in.

“Your body wants me even if you keep denying it, Malory. Stop holding back and for once, take what you want.” His words hit too close to home.

“I know you can’t get what happened yesterday out of your pretty head. And you’re not the only one, little one. I’ve come allover the shower wall to the memory of your needy, little moans.” He pulls me closer, holding me tightly to his chest as his thumb teases my nipple relentlessly.

I should have put on a bralette. Although if we’re being honest, I doubt that would have stopped him.

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