Chapter 298: Tangled in a web
REMO’S POV
A/N: Focuses more on his emotions than the smut^^
Remo stared at Abby, her tear-streaked face tugging at something deep inside him. He knew better. He knew she was playing him, twisting his emotions to keep him close, but damn if he didn’t feel like he was falling deeper into her trap with every breath. Her soft sobs echoed in his ears, making it impossible to pull away, no matter how much his rational mind screamed at him to stop.
As he reached out, his fingers brushing against her trembling lips, a rush of possessiveness surged through him. This woman, with all her twisted games and manipulative tricks, was his. He had tried to protect her, tried to be the shield between her and the world, but somehow, she had become his weakness. And he hated it—hated how much he wanted her, how much he needed to claim her, to prove to himself that despite everything, he still had control.
But control was slipping away, and all he could think about was making her his, right here and now.
"Abby," he whispered, his voice rough with pent-up frustration and longing. He saw the flicker of something in her eyes—fear, excitement, anticipation. It only made his need stronger, more urgent. He grabbed her by the waist, pulling her close until their bodies were pressed together, her warmth seeping into him like a drug he couldn’t quit.
"Do you know what you’re doing to me?" he growled, his lips hovering over hers. She was panting, her eyes wide as if she hadn’t expected this intensity. But he saw the way her pupils dilated, the way her breath hitched—she wanted this just as much as he did.
"I need you," she breathed, her voice shaky but resolute. "I can’t—can’t lose you, Remo."
He didn’t reply with words. Instead, he crushed his mouth against hers, pouring all his anger, frustration, and desire into the kiss. It was punishing, rough, and she whimpered against him, her fingers digging into his shoulders as if anchoring herself. He deepened the kiss, tasting her desperation, feeling the way she melted against him. She was his, all of her, every broken, manipulative piece, and right now, that was all that mattered.