All Chapters of Twisted Desires: His Darkest Obsession : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

(Lena's POV)His kiss became rougher, but that strange, twisted part I never knew I had wanted more. I rocked my hips against his pelvis; he brought me down to the bare ground and spread my legs, his hands cupping my breast."I want to taste every single part of you," he whispered, his low voice causing me to shiver, this time not just out of fear but anticipation. What the hell was happening to me?, fucking a man who just ripped another wolf to shred and right in the middle of the woods?, yet that voice of reasoning was shoved away by another more dominant want.He kissed the spot between my breasts. Going down to my stomach, he kissed my navel, and that got me panting, and then he went lower. He blew against my wetness, and the hot air caused another chain of reaction, resulting in a pool of wetness. I was afraid to pass my hands through his hair. I knew he would still be mad at me for trying to escape, and he didn't like being touched, so I was forced to keep my hands to myself. He

(Lena's POV)Isis eyes never left mine as she headed towards us.She stopped right in front of the Alpha, like I didn't exist; not everyone could do that, but clearly she was of rank here, and what I saw in the ring told me why. She was very, very strong and beautiful, with toned muscles and a pretty but dangerous-looking face, just like Damien.I didn't want to think about it, but clearly, they would have been perfect for each other."Alpha," she called, giving a curt bow and then staring at him right in the eyes as she spoke. "We noticed more rogue attacks, though none of them could get close to the pack, but it is dangerous for those who sneak out without our knowledge," she said, her lips quirking. I knew she meant me, and so did Damien; his jaw tightened at that."Not to worry; see to it that security is doubled; I'll take care of the rest," he replied, all business.She gave him a flittering smile, which he didn't seem to notice; all the while, Deigo stood with his hands in his

(Damien's POV)I felt nothing.For the first time, I wish I could feel. I always thought my inability to feel any emotion except pleasure and pain was a blessing; I didn't have to worry about people's mood, and I never had to make wrong choices. Emotions made people weak. That had been what I thought, but these few days something had changed. I wanted to feel, even if it was only that once.Her hair seemed light and smelled nice, always, but I didn't know what color they were.I was color blind.Seeing everything in black, grey, and white.The last time I saw her in a dress, it had been a light color; I couldn't guess which color it was, so I couldn't complement her, but then I returned to see her in a dark-colored gown; I guessed it was black, and she didn't correct me, meaning I was right.Diego had told me Lena's hair was a different shade of blonde. I wish I could see it; I wish I could see the color of her eyes, and up until now, I had never thought it was that big of a problem t

(Lena's POV) I had judged him wrongly; damn, the whole world had judged him wrongly. I wanted to know so many things about him, things that happened in his past. What really happened to his mate Kate? I always believed that he had killed her, but now that I felt the slightest doubt, was that also one of the many things I judged him wrongly on? I waited for him to speak; he fell silent for what felt like forever before he continued. "I might never be capable of loving, but I am very good at imitating," he said, pausing to gauge my expression. Little by little, my brain was puzzling it all together; he wanted to fake it. He was willing to try. "You'll never have to know; I have the instincts to protect you already, and I prefer you in my bed to any other woman. I want you," he finished, waiting for my response. For the first time, he looked more than curious. I walked closer to him and wrapped my hands around his torso. "How long?" I asked silently, but I was sure he heard me. "For

(Lena's POV) "You should believe them," he said, and I felt the need to back away. I had stumbled into a sensitive topic. "I killed her," he said, his eyes glassy as if going over a memory he had locked deep inside. "It all started the day I found her; she was scared of me, as everyone is. But I... I cared for her." My heart hurt at the thought that he had cared for someone else, but she was his mate after all and she was dead ." I remember the first time I had to bed her and mark her. She cried a lot, making me feel so guilty. She hardly spoke to me, and I wanted to make her happy, but she was always sad, and then she brought her brother to the pack; it made her happy, so I let him stay. Roy. That was his name, but she was so close to her brother, it made me worried. She loved her brother and spent most of her time with him. She stopped crying when I fucked her; she stopped fighting me away. I thought she was growing to like my touch. I was wrong. Strangely, the one woman who b