Page 71 of Plunge into Obsession

I didn’t bother looking at him.

I sat down on the chair near the bed and held her tiny hand.

Fuck me, but there was no way out for her anymore.

There wasn’t one when I had decided to make her my bride, but it seemed God had sealed her fate to me irrevocably.

Tied her to a monster.

There was no leaving me.

Not after this, and not ever.

I brought her hand up to my lips and kissed the back of it, taking in the delicateness of her form as I leaned back in the chair and watched her.

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It was early morning.

Last I checked, it was barely three o’clock.

I hadn’t slept the entire night, opting to watch her sleep as the machine beeped on, telling me she was breathing, that she was alive.

She’d probably fainted as a pregnancy symptom. It was logical.

But there was still a tiny part of me that was so fucking afraid she might be taken away from me at any moment. I couldn’t do anything but stay and watch her.

Her eyes fluttered, so I sat up a little straighter in my seat and grabbed her hand as I watched them slowly open, revealing those baby blues to me. Though they were slightly dim now from sleep and exhaustion, they were no less beautiful.

I could spend the rest of my life getting lost in the sea of her eyes.

They moved to me, settling on my face before she looked around at her surroundings, frowning a little.

“I’m in the hospital?”

I nodded. “What do you remember?”

Her brows pulled together further as she licked her lips before she spoke. “Um. The man at the club. He wanted money, and I didn’t have any on me, and he… he turned mean.”

Her bottom lip trembled, and the only reason I hadn’t visited the fucker was because she was here, and I couldn’t bring myself to leave her alone just yet.

“It’s okay,” I said, moving a little closer to her. She shook her head and pulled her hand away from me.

“You left.” It was hard to miss the accusing note in her voice.

“But I came back to you.”

“But you just left. Right after, without a word. All you left was a fucking note. Just a note. It was just a one-night stand, but didn’t I deserve more than that?”

My jaw clenched.

“You are more than a one-night stand,” I said, trying to control my voice so as not to scare her.

She looked at me, her eyes shining with unshed tears.

A small, tortured noise came out of me, and before I could think about it, I was out of my seat and climbing into bed with her. I carefully wrapped my arms around her slight frame, feeling the fragility of the girl in my arms.

I could so easily hurt her.

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