Lingering Obsession

ra

, it was smooth, laced with amusement as he sipped from his glass. The music

eyes roam over anything that w

down my spine like someone had run ice along it.

about the way he looked at me-as if he knew I wasn't just another girl in a tight dress and he

trobe lights barely touching us. He ordered anothe

ch us, or the burn of alcohol slowly dulling my a

yet heavy. Darlington didn't talk much, but when he did,

sked, swirling the amb

ghtened slightly around

had just said something

ext words carefully. "You c

sary. I felt like he was peeling back my layers by just

hrugged, but there was a glint in

aise a brow. "Let me guess-some

the sound was surprisingly

. Somewhere between the third and fourth drink, I l

d. Dangerou

nd guilt had temporarily lifted. Darlington wasn't just intoxicating; he was addictive. The

admitted, leaning into

rand of hair off my face. "You're swa

where his fingers had been, like

the booth, offering a hand.

rom the alcohol but from the way he looked at me like he w

and the cold night hit my skin like a sl

th engrossed in each other, or could say t

oing. I didn't care. All I knew was that being

piece things together. The door cli

me rest, okay," his v

words. I d

ke wildfire. His hands were rough and desperate as he gripped me with this des

ould

I di

t wan

th. He was fire and steel, dominance wrapped in tailored perf

ragged the truth from my b

e'd been starving and I was the only

growled against my neck. "

n my stomach. Heat

en my legs when I

hen he was inside me, an

-

p. I turned to see Darlington sleeping peacefully be

sheets, I was naked, aching

u

in pieces. Bits of heat and sound

MY

TH DARLINGTO

my head as I tried to remember how I ended up on

I ended up in his car. The rest k

ed to drop me off

ake him, and stumbled to the bathroom. My refle

en I notice

t anyone's

s a h

where he could thi

all this

whore

sat beside him to drin

e for this. For the shame. For the way my throat

m. At least not now. More especially,

s, and started dressing fast. My hands tr

gure on the bed, and he was sl

t a note. Wit

-

ngton

ets wer

half-asleep, but my fin

snappe

was

The scent of her body- lavender and sin- still c

room. No note. I immediately re

ring

xist. Please check th

the

me the wr

rint of her body in my bed and the

h

ran

ow. I wasn't used to this feeling-this loss. Women didn't walk away from me. They

ea who she wa

she

ld fi

she wouldn't be