Sociopath's Obsession(40)

That almost made him human.

And sociopaths weren't humans. They were dangerous killers who needed to be locked up. Or that was what I needed to think in order to not develop any kind of stupid feelings for this man.

“I want the truth. Why do you want me?”

He leaned forward, put his elbows on his knees, and focused on me. I shifted uncomfortably.

“Why not you?”

Were we going to play the question game?

“There is nothing special about me. I’m curvy, short, and, for the last year, poor. I think you have some kind of problem.” Although all those words were true, no matter how much they hurt, a part of me was upset at the idea of him with another woman.

I was going freaking crazy in this place.

The mood in the room changed abruptly to dark and dangerous. In a second, he was in front of me and had picked me up by my throat. It was hard to breathe, so I grabbed his hands holding my neck. He moved his face closer; his lips were a whisper away from mine.

“Never talk about yourself like that. Do you understand?”

With no reaction from me, he squeezed harder, and I nodded rapidly. After a few more moments, he let go of me and stepped back while I tried to catch my breath. My neck itched a little, probably from the bruises his hands would leave.

Damian frowned then ran his finger over it. “My bruises will look good on you,” he said as though imagining what my bruised neck would look like.

I stilled, but for some reason, an odd thrill ran through me, and I wanted to hide away from this feeling. It almost made me as sick as he was, and I couldn't have that. My heart was beating so fast I heard a ringing in my ears. His hand covered my heart and his amber eyes looked into mine.

“Don’t be afraid.” It was a low whisper. He leaned his face forward. His nose was over my head, inhaling, and then he moved it down to my neck and chin. Through all this, I was powerless to stop him. Finally, he lifted up my chin and his lips claimed mine. They were hard, punishing, bruising, and painful.

He dominated my mouth, and he didn’t ask permission. He bit painfully on my lower lip. I gasped, and he used the opportunity to push his tongue roughly into my mouth. I tried to push him away, but one hand grabbed my hair, and the other held my hands behind my back. There was no escaping him. It was hard to enjoy this kiss, because it was meant for claiming, not for pleasure.

But my body reacted to it anyway. I trembled and felt hot inside. I struggled not to react to him anymore, but it was a losing fight. He finally let me go, and our gazes clashed once again. He looked satisfied, but at the same time frustrated, as though he didn’t do what he really wanted.

“Sapphire, my Sapphire,” he said, and then his lips were giving me a gentle, soft, yet passionate kiss. This kiss made my toes curl. My body responded fully to his and I moved closer. He let go of my hands and I put them around his neck, pulling myself closer to him. He was a good kisser, and momentarily, I hated every other woman who had touched him. And that was insane. My nipples puckered. His hands moved lower and pinched them so hard I swayed forward, but he steadied me. His lips moved lower, allowing me to take big gulps of air, and then I felt him sucking on my neck hard, marking me.

“Mine,” he whispered harshly as he bit me lightly. Then he picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. That brought my breasts higher, and he tugged open my robe and sucked them hard through my shirt, not giving them any mercy. I laced my fingers through his hair and moaned loudly as my head fell back. It was one of the most erotic things that had ever happened to me. He knew how to suck, how to bite, and how much pressure would make me sing. Being in his arms felt so good and so right for some reason. The feeling of belonging was always with Damian. Even that first night in the garden, when we saw each other and the world stopped to exist for us.

Immediately, my mood disappeared and my body stilled. He felt it too.

Sociopath.

What the hell was I doing? I couldn't be doing this with him of all people. He confused me and made me question everything I knew and wanted.

I couldn’t have that.

I couldn't let him do that to me. I struggled to get down, and he let me. I knew it was only because he was allowing me to do whatever I wanted, not because my hard stare or desires mattered. I pushed back from him, took a few steps, and we were once again facing each other. Both of us were breathing heavily, and it was the only sound in the whole damn house. My body was humming, my nipples hurt, and my lips were probably red, swollen, and bruised. The only thought in my mind was that I wanted to experience it all over again, but I knew it was a mistake.

My problem was that I liked and wanted Damian instantly, but then he turned out to be Sociopath. And I couldn’t want such a man.