Obsessed Don: I Can Hear His Lust Now

Vivian’s POVI had always believed my arranged husband didn’t care for me. He treated our nights together as nothing more than routine, distant in every other way. But tonight, as he turned his back after we finished, a voice—raw and desperate—shouted in my head, craving another round.Ethan pressed me against his chest the moment we stepped into the bedroom. His touch ignited fire across my skin. His lips were soft yet insistent, sucking and teasing mine, pulling me into a heat I couldn’t resist.My hands reached out for support, but all I found were Ethan’s hard, sculpted muscles and strong arms. Even through the fabric of his shirt, I could feel his body warming, his desire rising—and mine along with it.I wore a simple slip dress, yet I felt consumed, as if my entire body was melting, searching for a touch to soothe the longing that had built inside me.Today was our anniversary—a rare day when my cold, distant husband actually showed interest in me.I tried not to let myself get c

Vivian’s POVAnger and disbelief from last night surged back. Why would he act like he didn’t care when he clearly wanted the same things I did?For months, I had felt like I was forcing myself on him, chasing a man who barely tolerated me. The humiliation gnawed at me, relentless. Still, I had been the brave one, never thinking of giving up—until recently.Who taught Ethan to be a husband like this? Why did he bury every desire and thought about us, locking them away where I couldn’t reach? Did he even know how close I had come to dragging him to the courthouse? Filing for divorce?I sipped my coffee slowly and nibbled my toast, while Ethan had long finished his breakfast and now read the paper, seemingly waiting for me to finish so I could fix his tie—and give him that kiss.His thoughts echoed in my head again: “Why is she even eating toast so cute? Like a little hamster with her cheeks all puffy.”“This is the best part of the day. The other part would be lying next to her, driftin

Vivian’s POVI swallowed hard, trying to process the out-of-the-box thought swirling in my head. Ethan caught me furrowing my brows. “What’s wrong? Something happened?”I cleared my throat and handed back his phone. “No… Just remembered Papa is probably asleep right now. I’ll call him tomorrow.”Ethan leaned back, phone in hand, as calm and unreadable as always. I stared at him, taking in his flawless posture, the dominance that radiated from every inch of him. And yet… this was the same man who had sought guidance from an online tarot-reading “master”—a pseudo-relationship coach.Worse, if my guess was right… that “master” was my sister.She was clever enough to pull off something like this. But the thing was that Katie had never been in a relationship. She called herself an adventurer, unready for any boyfriend, any girlfriend, any attachments at all.I glanced at Ethan again and sighed. First thing tomorrow: I would call my sister. Ask her directly if she had anything to do with th

Vivian’s POVEthan carried me all the way from the car to our bedroom. Then he went to the kitchen, talking about making some honey water to help me rinse away the alcohol.I lay back on the pillow, eyes closed, waiting for him.When I heard footsteps, I opened my eyes. Ethan stood at the doorway—his shirt soaked, hair damp and clinging to his cheeks, right hand holding a glass of honey water steadily.He paused for a few seconds, letting me take him in. The white shirt clung to his skin, almost completely see-through, outlining his chest and faintly revealing his eight-pack.After making sure I saw, he walked slowly over and handed me the glass. “Here you go.”I fought the urge to swallow, just staring at him. “What… happened?”“Some pipes exploded in the kitchen. But don’t worry—I’ve already taken care of it.”His inner thoughts laughed in my head: “Vivian couldn’t possibly think I wet myself on purpose. Does she like this? The PDF said women love it when a man’s shirt is wet, especi