༒ 04– Obsession ༒

༒ SERGEI ༒

The minute that fucker hit her something in me snapped and like a wild beast, it unleashed a fury I’ve never known nor felt before.

I forgot my own personal vendetta against him for having dared to attack me with a baseball bat and I pounced, lurching at the son of a bitch with a vengeance that coursed through my bloodstream like wild, liquid fire.

His body was sent reeling and he met the wall before his body dropped to the floor.

Killing a man with my fist wasn’t new to me so I wouldn’t even be surprised if he actually dropped dead.

Nobody fucking touched what was mine.

It was the first time in my life ever claiming a woman as mine. I’ve had several encounters with a few, and none of them had ever stirred this feeling wounding up in my chest before. But getting involved with one was just as dangerous as it was forbidden in my world and worse, one that was meant to be a target.

Yet merely meeting her had triggered something dark and primal inside of me. Something that was forcing me to lay claim on this frightful diva in front of me.

Her fear was exquisite. But it wasn’t really because of me.

There was a darkness in her eyes that crudely matched my own just as much as the fear in her eyes. I could tell she was scared of what I’d do to the unconscious body of the man behind her.

She skidded in front of me. Her form was small in front of my hulking frame but not because she was petite. Her slender arms spread out as her body blocked my path, halting my raging approach to my new target.

My gaze met hers and a low growl rumbled in my chest, “Step aside.”

Her head swayed, sweeping the locks of her hair over her face. “What are you going to do to him?” She asked but the look in her eyes already told me everything.

She knew exactly what I was going to do to him.

I took a step forward but she didn’t cower back despite the obvious body difference between us and the threat that I posed. Her defiance was alluring but I focused on my new target instead.

“Step away, Zara.” I pinned her with a hard look, my voice sounded almost animalistic in my ears as it ripped out of my throat like a vile curse.

But she was adamant and shook her head again. Another low growl escaped me and her throat bobbed as she swallowed before her lips parted.

“Please… you can’t hurt him.” There’s rage in my blood up until she said, “You’re here for me, not him.”

I’m kindly reminded of why exactly I was here and I almost laughed at myself for letting myself get momentarily distracted.

“He didn’t know,” I heard her voice again. They were filled with more determination. “He doesn’t know who you are or why you were here. Alan was only trying to defend me.”

“He hit you.” I growled. The emotion sizzled out of me like poisonous gas and I gritted my teeth.

This woman was bad for me, I knew that but I couldn’t seem to control my emotions near her, and control was what I excelled at.

She shook her head again, eyes blinking up at me with compassion—one I didn’t have.

“He had only just misunderstood… he didn’t mean to.” She answered, her voice soft and sweet. Her pretty ice-blue eyes wide as they held mine.

She was unflinching as she tried to defend the source of my rage. I stepped closer to her and crowded her in two long strides. I leaned in, lowering my head to hers. Her scent became the very air I breathed.

A costly mistake on my part because now I was more eager to taste her. I heard her breath hitch in her throat and her arms dropped to her sides. Our faces were close enough that they almost touched. Her tempting lips, one fucking breath away from mine.

I felt the pressure in my groin and hissed. “No one touches what’s mine.”

The second the words left my lips, all the rightness in the wrong disappeared. Her mouth fell open with a gasp as her eyes widened, opening and closing like her words were failing her. Her breathing, though shallow, was ragged. Then hee tongue peaked out and ran over her bottom lip.

Just like a moth to flame, I was instantly drawn to moistened flesh.

The beast in me kicked at me to have a taste—to find out exactly what she tasted like. Yet I knew I shouldn’t get involved with her. But I also knew the feeling wouldn’t let up unless I had that taste of her.

I really fucking shouldn’t. But I told myself it would just be one taste.

One time. A taste wouldn’t hurt and I’d be over this insane feeling in a fucking heartbeat because this was merely infatuation at its peak.

She was causing this much war and chaos inside of me and I hated it. She was just a job that I needed to get rid of.

But what I hated the most, was the feeling of losing control. Zara did it effortlessly without even realizing it. There was only one way to get this feeling out of my system.

I took one final step, completely closing the space between us and backed her against the wall. I wrapped one hand around her tender throat. The other one snaked up her nape and slid into the roots of her hair.

Our bodies melded and the heat from the contact almost had me convulsing from the euphoric sensation that spammed me.

I tugged her head to the side and instinctively, I nudged my nose against the skin of her neck. I felt her pulse beat deliciously against her soft skin and slowly, I dragged my nose up her delicate neck and into the root of her hair, inhaling deeply as I took in a long drag of air.

Her scent was sweet, fresh—like a dewy morning air—and flowery, like lavender. I groaned and grunted. The sensation gave me a fucking blood rush. It was the sweetest, most intoxicating scent I’d ever breathed in and I instantly became obsessed with it.

“Fuck, Zara.” I grunted against her skin and she made the most exotic sound in the world.

When she mewled, I knew, there was no fucking way in hell that I was not going to have a taste of this woman.

I found myself giving into my impulse and I gave her another choice. It was one that completely went against my personal rule and the ones that bound me to the family.

“Do you want to live, Zara?”