Her Dark Obsession

Chapter 5

***Drake's POV***

I woke to sun streaming through the curtains. I open my eyes to find the most beautiful woman next to me, with her head on my chest. Her luscious red hair splayed out around her like a halo. My only thought is that I wish this would never end.

She doesn't know what she does to me, my little minx. I'll die for her. I'll fight for her. Hell! I live for her!

Gazing down at her, I wonder why would the Goddess want me with this woman. She's not in this sadistic world of mine. She shouldn't be a part of this...

She shouldn't be human.

***Cass's POV***

Sudden sound wakes me. I jump up, scanning the room for the source, until my eyes rest on my bathroom door. The sound of running water coming through the wood.

Who the fuck is in my room? I ask myself. And then, it dawns on me.

Him.

Memories start flooding back. The Zippo, the sexy stranger, letting him in the house. The amazing, mind blowing sex....

The words in my head that weren't mine....

I sit up as I hear the shower turn off. Fidgiting, I wonder what I'm going to say. I'm not used to mornings after a one night stand. I never stay the night at a man's house. Nor do I bring them here!

As I'm chastising myself, I don't notice when the bathroom door opens.

"Good morning, Cass. Want some breakfast?" A very sexy, very familiar voice says, making me jerk my head up.

There, in just a flimsy towel, stands a man with striking green eyes, the colour of emeralds. Wet, wavy, dark hair reaching between his shoulder blades. He filled my bathroom doorway with his massive frame. My eyes looking him over, I notice tattoos covering his arms.

My eyes going lower over his muscular chest and abs, I can't help but to notice the beginnings of a very impressive tent under that towel.

I tear my eyes away and back up to his face, raising an eyebrow when I see a huge grin on his face.

"What?"

"If you want a better look, I can give it to you." He winks.

Throwing a pillow at him, I laugh.

"Sorry, but no." I'm a bit afraid to ask him his name. My short term memory has a short circuit.

As if he knew, he walks over to the bed and sits on the edge.

"It's Drake. And don't be sorry. I'm guessing you're not good with after-sex mornings. I'm not either. But I didn't want to leave without talking with you first."

I look at him, dumbfounded.
"Okay..... Talk about what, Drake?" I ask, cautiously.

"About last night. About the voice."

"You know about that?" I ask, curiously.

"Yes" He says. "That voice... It belonged to me."