Page 93 of Plunge into Obsession

I blinked. I almost forgot what it was that we were talking about.

I grinned at her.

She shook her head.

“Can’t I watch my wife sleep,querida mía?”

“I’m not your wife yet,” she said softly.

“No, baby. But you will be. And make no mistake, once you’re my wife, you stay mine.”

Her bottom lip trembled. “And I’m supposed to just be okay with that? With you trapping me? With having to lie to my friend, telling her this was what I wanted when…”

She took a shaky breath, and my grip around her neck firmed slightly. Not enough to hurt, but enough for her to take notice. Fear entered her eyes.

I should want that.

Things would be a hell of a lot easier if my wife and child were scared of me.

But fuck me, all the memories that thought brought on were based on the fact that my mom, Luis, and I had been scared shitless of my piece of shit dad.

He didn’t get respect from me, and though I held Luis accountable for his actions, I hadn’t forgotten our father's role in turning Luis into the monster he had been.

Hell, even I wasn’t spared from the way he had raised us.

Just look at what I was doing to Bianca now, what I was willing to do to her, and would continue to do as long as she stayed mine.

Slowly, I pulled my hand away and pushed it down until it rested on her belly, right where our child was growing. The fear hadn’t completely disappeared from her eyes, but at least she wasn’t looking at me like the monster I was.

“Would it be so bad to be mine,mi cariño? You would want for nothing. I would burn down the world and spread the ashes at your feet.”

“I don’t want you to burn down the world,” she said, her voice nearly a whisper.

“And yet I would do it. Even at the risk of getting burned.”

She blinked. “You’re trying to confuse me.”

My eyebrows rose. “And how am I doing that,mi cariño?”

“Likethat. With all those nicknames in Spanish that sound like chocolate and sex, and not being the kind of man you’re supposed to be.”

“And what kind of man is that?” I asked, letting her see the amusement in my eyes at her description of my accent.

“A bad man.”

That wiped away most of my amusement.

“You’re right,” I said softly. “I am a bad man. But I don’t have to be with you,mi cariño.” If it made her transition into my life easier, I could camouflage myself into a man she could learn to love, but it would be only a pretty illusion.

She bit her bottom lip, not saying anything.

“I can be sweet to you, Bianca,” I continued, and her breath caught at the sound of her name from my lips. “I can be gentle.With you.”

She bit her bottom lip, drawing my attention.

“I’ll create a world of beautiful illusions. I can make myself into a pretty illusion for you,” I whispered. She stilled and blinked up at me.

I could feel my cock twitching in the confinement of my boxer briefs at that innocent move.

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