Her pov
We walked out the door, and I couldn't tear my eyes off his cold, straight face. He was walking forward like a king, not seeking worship, but commanding fear, who could make anyone kneel in front of him.
I was obsessed with him, obsessed with the way he was possessive over me, jealous of everything that touches me, even the air I breathe in and the worst part is I am liking it.
I liked every second of what he did to that man. I knew he wouldn't let him walk away so easily. But I wanted more– I wanted to see his darkness unfold in front of me. I wanted to witness the fear that the world had seen but I didn't. He kept that side hidden, maybe not to scare me, but he didn't know it only made me want him more.
“Are you okay, Ms Easton?” He asked. I looked into his brown eyes and
