The Devil’s Kiss (Obsession #3)

Prologue

I never understood what it was about the women in my brother’s and father’s lives that had them so wrapped around their fingers.

Their obsession with their women had them in such a chokehold.

They lived for them. They breathed for them, and when they were not around, they walked around looking lost and empty.

And I knew, without a doubt, that if anyone tried to hurt a single strand of hair on their heads, they’d burn the world down without question.

I never knew what that felt like until I met her.

Red.

Her pale skin reminded me of a porcelain doll—creamy, flawless, easily bruisable—and I knew it would look so fucking beautiful bearing my marks.

Fiery-red hair that made her stand out wherever she was, plump pink lips, and huge baby-blue eyes that I wanted to see filled with tears as she took my cock.

She was art wrapped in human skin, seduction personified, and the object of my deepest, darkest obsession.

Two years ago, I had trailed one of my father’s sneaky offenders to a crappy diner.

That was where I first saw her waiting tables.

She tried so hard to be invisible, but a beauty like that was hard to mask.

My world came to a standstill, and she became its center.

I had never felt something that dark and obsessive toward a woman.

And I knew, without a doubt, that she was mine to protect.

Mine to own, mine to fuck, mine to ruin.

I knew I’d kill for her. I did that night.

Some cunts took it upon themselves to lay their filthy hands on what was mine.

They harassed her at the diner, and when she reported it to the greedy old fucker who ran the place, he dismissed her.

They tried roughing her up that night, but let’s just say I took care of them.

They didn’t deserve to be breathing. I went back to the diner to kill her boss, too.

It wasn’t like they didn’t have it coming.

I became her shadow after that night, watching her every move, protecting her, and biding my time until I could make her mine.