My breath stalls. “What?”
“I don’t know what the hell’s wrong with me, but you’re in my head all the time. And not in some soft, pretty way—no. You’re there like a poison I can’t spit out. Like an obsession I can’t kill.”
My chest rises and falls harder than before.
“I don’t know how to explain it,” he says, voice low and rough. “All I know is that you’re mine, and no matter how many times I say it to you or to myself, I can’t get enough of the sound. And I don’t mean the fairy tale, hero-like, sweet way that you want. I mean it in the most possessive, disgustingly obsessive way.”
He steps closer slowly.
“Every … Every molecule of my existence is contaminated by you. And I’m hooked on the damn poison.” His voice drops. “I don’t want to save you, Isabella. I want to ruin every place, every thought that thinks it can keep you away from me. I want you falling so deep into me you won’t even remember what it felt like to stand on your own.”
My chin trembles. “Adam, you …”
His eyes lock on mine, a glint of hunger under all that restraint. “That’s what you asked to be close to you, little orchid.”
“Y-You are …”
“Obsessed?” he says before I can finish, as he always does. “Twisted? Possessed?” His voice dips, amused. “Mm … I was wondering which one you’d pick.”
He holds my face, rougher this time, his lips brushing over my neck.
“I’m already losing my fucking mind, knowing I’m not inside you yet,” he growls against my skin, eliciting a small sigh from me. “I want to have you all night, every way I want, fucking every hole in your body, whether you want it or not.”
Unable to control them, my hands find his waist, hovering, trembling, fighting the urge to touch him while every inch of me betrays the struggle.
Once again, my emotions are at war. He sounds obsessed, possessive—but I don’t care. Maybe it’s the naïve part of me that wants to be claimed, or maybe it’s something darker. Something that recognizes the darkness in his voice as a mirror of my own. Because when he looks at me, I see hunger, and I hate how much I want to be devoured.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “It drives me fucking insane knowing I’ll be the first one to eventually fuck you … and the only one who ever will.”
A small gasp rattles in my throat. He’s the devil in the flesh, and yes, I am terrified of him. But why does the desire for him feel stronger? God, I’m soaked just thinking about him.
He hasn’t laid a hand on me, but my body’s already betraying me for something I don’t even understand. It’s sick, I know it is, but I still want him between my legs more than I want to breathe.
It only makes me want to oppose him … just to hear more.
“It’s not right,” I say, not believing a word I’m saying.It’s damn right, and I need it.
“I never did what’s right.” He grips my hips and pulls me closer to him, his hard cock pressing against my pussy.
“My father will kill you,” I moan louder, slowly letting go.
“Then he’d better move fast,” he murmurs against my skin, a hint of dark amusement in his tone. “Because I’m about to stop being patient.”
I can’t think straight. My thoughts revolve around one question … and the answer to it.
“H-How do you know you’ll be the only one?” I stammer.
He groans against my skin. “Because I’d rather drag the whole fucking world to hell with me than let anyone else touch you.” His lips leave wet trails on my neck as his hands shake from the battle not to touch me lower. “I will end bloodlines just to make my point.”
“Then why don’t you do it?” I ask.
He removes my orchid hair pin and knots his hand in my hair, dragging a sound from me that’s pure surrender. His smirk brushes my throat. “Do what, little orchid?”
I can’t take it any longer. I want him. I need him.
“Touch me,” I sigh, my eyes closing. “Kiss me. Fuck me. Ruin me the way you want. I need your hands on me. Inside me. I needyouinside me.” Slowly, he pulls back and looks at me, like a man who’s about to lose control. “Please,” I mutter. “Please, Adam.”
There’s a pause.
