Page 55 of Sinner's Obsession

I shouldn’t challenge him, but this surge of adrenaline and heated emotions push me further. “I’ll make sure to wink at you one last time when he comes to get me.”

In two steps, he’s back in front of me, slamming his lips on mine. I attempt to shove him off, but his arms go around my waist and he presses me closer to him, pinning my hands over my head. I feel so much of him, his pain, his anger, his possessiveness, and I moan as his tongue dives in.

He’s good at making me forget. His lips feel incredible, his body creating the perfect cocoon for me.

Kieran stares at my mouth then drags his eyes to mine. “Who is he?”

“I will never tell.”

“Fine. I will find out anyway.”

He releases me and yanks the syringe from the top of the desk. He approaches me with the grace of a predator.

I back into the wall. “What is that?”

“A chip. To know exactly where you are at all times.”

“Don’t do this.”

“Tell me who the fuck he is then?”

“And you won’t put that inside of me?”

“I’ll consider it.”

My head drops. I can’t betray my uncle. I can’t annihilate the hope that even though he will be able to find me, he won’t be able to get me back.

“I hope for your sake he deserves your loyalty. I warn you, Aurora, the man who tries to take what is mine won’t live to tell about it.”

I lock eyes with him, not even flinching when the needle pricks my skin. I close them, the implications dragging me under.

“It’s a microchip. No one can detect it. Whatever scenarios you imagine, they are all improbable.”

“I hate you. I really do.”

Zero trust and an unforgivable betrayal gives us no chance to be anything but shattered hopes.

“Don’t try to escape me. I will never let you leave. You belong to me.”

I search his eyes for anything resembling remorse. There is none. His eyes are a frozen lake with possessiveness lying beneath.

“You’re mine, Aurora, just mine. Until death do us part. And beyond.”

“Never. Not after tonight. Do you hear me? Never,” I scream.

“We’ll see about that.”

The syringe lies empty on my desk. Her accusatory glare filled with betrayal pricks at my chest. I’ve been stroking the spot for several minutes, but the unwelcome feeling persists.

Every time I think I know what I’m doing with her, it soon becomes painfully obvious that I don’t. Aurora can be mad at me all she wants, but I have never felt this kind of fear, this jealousy. I have a lot of enemies who’d like to destroy me, and she has become my weakness.

Movement in the doorway draws my attention from my thoughts.

“How is she?”

If Daniel keeps questioning me, I will put a bullet through his skull.

“As a man who is happily married, you will never have that if you don’t stop being a dick. Talk to her.”

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