His Dark Obsession

Chapter 40 Undeniable Lust

EVANGELINE.

I stare in the mirror, towelling my wet hair. The sun that shines through the steamy bathroom window really makes my skin glow and highlights the freckles along my nose and cheeks. Zedkiel’s words return to me, and my heart sk*ps a beat.

‘I wouldn’t intentionally hurt you…”

I smile faintly, his words basking me in warmth. I’m glad I told him about my nightmares, and I hope he understands that if I do get jumpy or scared, it’s because of those dreams. Everything he had told me last. night replays in my mind, and I believe there is a connection between us.

The nightmares and his experience with the Shadow Wolf, a description that fit me perfectly was proof of that connection… but are we dangerous to one another? Sure, he had hurt me, but I saw the sincerity in his eyes. He hadn’t meant to.

But there is something that niggles at my mind. Last night he hadn’t completed his sentence… there was more to say before he stopped, ‘When I step into his life… at the end of that sentence, there was something he didn’t tell me… for what reason, I’m not sure.

I sigh, placing the towel down. I unwrap the one I have around my body and look down at my breast. The bruise was healing fast… I wrap the towel around myself again, looking forward to visiting the oracle. I’m certain she will have some answers…

Last night I dreamt of Zedkiel kissing me and just when he was about to go down on me, I had woken up.

I sigh as I return to the bedroom, my gaze falling to the bed. The side I slept on was rumpled, but the other was completely untouched. Once again, he hadn’t slept here. My heart thuds and I furrow my brows, getting lost in my thoughts, remembering the way he had held my hand, guiding me through the darkness. My stomach flutters and I frown. What is this? Am I fickle? Not long ago, I was swooning over Sinclair and now that’s just somehow been replaced by the man I want.

Wait, what did I just say… The man I want?

I realise what I had just

I mean I can’t, I don’t! How can I possibly have feelings for him? We have to stay away from one another, and then, when this tournament is over,

thin layer of sweat covering his shirtless body, wearing nothing but grey. sweatpants that emphasise his manhood incredibly well.

only to realise he’s as distracted as I am. His eyes rake over my body in this tiny towel… I clutch the front to me, feeling

shutting behind him and he closes the gap between us, making my heart thump violently. The way he walks oozes dominance and power and

is wrong

to look up at him. “If you don’t want to

I

isn’t that…

know what to

crosses his face, and he c*cks a brow. “Or is what I said

my cheeks heating up as I shake

don’t.” I say firmly, my eyes fluttering shut when he runs

He growls, suddenly grabbing the

against him.

trail

of approval escapes his lips, and I find myself losing my will. There’s a part of me that’s telling me to move away but I can’t… his hand grazes lower,

What am I doing?