OBSESSION (FULL NOVEL): A Mafia Romance (18+)

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Riley

It was around ten in the evening when my "shock" phase settled, and I found myself following Paris as he guided me to his master bathroom.

I eventually learned that the two people who died were the people wanting to kill me, and the man who drove us back here was, Veo. Paris wasn't hurt, but the other one of his underlings had a slight injury because one of the bad guy's bullets skimmed his shoulder.

I still felt a little uneasy and loopy, but I was able to function now that I took a nice nap.

Paris guided me to sit on the toilet before kneeling down in front of me, running his fingers through one of my tight coils as he smiled up at me.

"You still look a little lost," he said softly. "You okay?"

My automatic response was to nod, and I did without thinking.

"You don't have to lie to me," he said, tucking the coil behind my ear. "You can be honest with me, Riley. Don't be scared, okay? I won't hurt you."

I knew he wouldn't... I knew. It was just that earlier... the blood and the gore... it triggered a memory that I didn't like to think about, and I reacted badly.

I knew it wasn't Paris's fault. In fact, I knew it was most probably my fault because I left the seat and got myself cornered in the first place.

Paris eyed me worriedly before patting me gently on the thigh, and he got up and started the shower.

I watched as he walked back over to me and kneeled down. "I'm gonna help you take your clothes off, okay?"

I nodded.

He slipped his hands under the hem of my T-shirt and shuffled it up, pulled it over my head, guiding me to stand seconds later so he could pull down my bloody shorts and leggings, and my underwear, and he guided me back down to sit while he unclipped my bra and lowered it over my shoulders.

I watched him take off his clothes seconds later.

"There," he said, looking back up to me, "c'mon."

I took his hand as he gently wrapped his arm around my back so he could guide me into the shower.

When the warm water padded against my skin, I suddenly felt a wash of relief, and I turned further into Paris as he ran his fingers through me hair.

"Sit down for me again, Sweetheart," he said, and I listened, sitting on the floor as he followed suit, pulling a bottle of shampoo out from a shelf on the wall, as well as his body wash.

Seconds later, I eased into him as he ran shampoo through my brown locks and massaged my head seconds later.

I rested my head on his shoulder as he continued to massage, smiling softly as he grabbed his body wash and his loofa, rubbing the soapy loofa on my back seconds later.

I murmured a soft sound as he continued the act, warm tingles washing through me as he continued to my arms, my legs, and skillfully my stomach while I remained in my position.

He caught my chin then and tipped it up, and with more gentleness, he washed my face.

"There," he said, pulling me into the water and running his hands on my clean skin, "no more blood."

I smiled against his skin while he continued to soothe me, though I knew he couldn't see it.

But when I recalled the memory of earlier... the blood, the guns, the death, I felt myself start shaking as my loopy state slowly came back.