[1] Midnight Lips | Ghost

𝐂𝐇. 20

GHOST
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     Obsession.

I've heard many ways to define the mere word, but every trail led up to the same answer: Unable to stop thinking about something (someone) to a troubling extent.

Ever since the first moment I laid my eyes on her, in that kitchen in our small area of the base, I couldn't seem to stop thinking about her. About those lips, full and pink, aching to be kissed the way she deserved. About those eyes, sharply narrowed, pale green, yet if you looked closely you could see the light brown spots trying to find the light.

Her voice, her moans, her little snorts. Her body arching against mine. How well tight jeans looked on her. How perfect her tits felt under the palm of my hand, as if they were made to fit only me. How good her pretty little cunt wrapped my fingers and how perfectly it would wrap my cock.

No matter what time of the day it was, thoughts of her filled my mind. And now that she'd trusted me (not fully) with her body, it seemed to worsen. Not only I thought of her beautiful smile, I thought about the way her lips parted after my name came out of it as she reached her high.

Every paragraph led to the conclusion that I was developing an obsession, or I already had, which for the past few days I'd been denying, carefully avoiding ways to not become obsessed with her.

Because I was not getting obsessed.
I could not afford it.

"I'll have a word with my lieutenant." Everyone in the room left after Valentina said those words, thinking we wouldn't do anything but yell at each other. I was starting to believe they thought wrong.

My body hummed under the fire that she had just lit with her attitude. There were tiny sparks on the palm of my hands that demanded me to touch her, but I wasn't doing it until she accepted the fact that I wasn't going to let her walk into that cartel's trash place.

I gave her my back because her eyes were almost black now and were calling for me. She made it fucking difficult to keep myself under control.

"What was that about?" Valentina asked me now.

"Do you really want me to repeat myself?"

She scoffed. "You can't be serious."

Her voice made me turn around. Valentina was closer than before and that not only caught me off guard but it did to her too. I didn't know what we were doing, I just knew that I was a step away from bending her over the desk next to us and fucking some sense into her.

I gulped, my hands shaking. "I have never been so serious before."

"You promised you wouldn't do this."

"No." I leaned closer. "I promised I would not interfere with you when we were out there and we are not out there."

"You're interfering with my plan right now."

"I am refusing your plan right now."

"You're the only one refusing!"

"And that should be enough for you to understand that I will do anything to keep you inside these walls," I growled through my clenched teeth, and fucking meant it.

Valentina stepped closer, her spine straightening to meet my height, but I was too tall for her to reach that. "Just because you fucked me with your fingers doesn't mean you get the right to control me."

That would have been the last drop had I not known how hard it took me to dominate my self-control. I still couldn't help but grab her elbow and yank her body so close to me to the point there was no gap between us. "Don't," I warned.