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Chapter 89 — I Think I’ve Become Her Boyfriend
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2026-06-06 00:01:28
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Spellbound by Obsession Chapter 93 — I Was Holding Back Until Now
The mirror in the closet reflected a man I barely recognized.The suit was Armani, black, cut to measure for his broad shoulders and narrow waist. The white shirt contrasted with his tanned skin. The silk tie had a discreet violet tone — a personal touch, a private joke only I would understand.The Italian shoes gleamed under the golden light. The watch on his left wrist was a Patek Philippe that cost more than most humans earned in a decade.He looked like a billionaire. He was a billionaire — technically. But beneath the suit, beneath the skin, beneath the mask of Christopher Rockefeller, he was still the demon who hunted in dark alleys and fed on desire.The demon who was now obsessed with a single woman.“You’re taking too long.” Evelyn’s voice sounded behind me.I turned, and the world stopped.She stood in the closet doorway, the black silk dress hugging every curve as if it had been sewn directly onto her skin. The subtle neckline revealed the line of her collarbones. The open
Spellbound by Obsession Chapter 92 — The Crooked Way He Loves Me
His fingers entered me — two at once, filling me, curling to touch that exact spot. His thumb kept working my clit, pressing, circling.His other hand squeezed my breast, pinching the nipple. His tail massaged my thigh. His mouth kissed my neck.It was too much. It was everything.“Are you going to come for me?” he asked, his voice hoarse and urgent. “Are you?”“Yes… yes, I am…”“Then come. Now.”The orgasm tore through me like an electric shock, and I moaned loudly, my hands gripping his arms. I felt my pussy pulse around his fingers, squeezing, releasing. The water swayed around us, waves hitting the edges of the tub.He kept touching me through the entire orgasm, prolonging it, drawing out every second of pleasure. When he finally pulled back, I was limp, melted against his chest.“That’s it.” He whispered against my temple. “That’s it, Evelyn. Perfect.”It took me a minute to catch my breath.“You said… after dinner…”“I’ll be entirely yours.” He kissed my forehead. “That was just
Spellbound by Obsession Chapter 91 — The Crooked Way He Loves Me
Storing the groceries was quick. Mortyss insisted on organizing everything — the fruit in the fruit bowl, the cheeses in the fridge, the caviar in a place of honor that he called: “the throne of caviar.”I laughed. He didn’t laugh, but his violet eyes shone with something that looked like satisfaction.“You take food very seriously,” I commented, leaning on the counter.“You went hungry.” He answered simply. “You won’t go hungry again.”The sentence hit me square in the chest. He knew. Through the bond, through the memories I had involuntarily shared, he knew about the nights on the street, the empty stomach, the cold that hurt in the bones. And now he was filling my fridge like someone waging a silent war against the past.Before I could respond, he closed the fridge and held out his hand.“Come on.”“Where?”“My penthouse. You need to learn how to use the silverware before dinner.”“I know how to use silverware,” I protested. “Fork on the left, knife on the right. Eat with your mout
Spellbound by Obsession Chapter 90 — I Waited Seven Hundred and Thirty-Two Years for This
I have hated Mortyss for approximately seven hundred and thirty-two years.It is not an ordinary hatred, the kind that time dissolves or indifference erases. It is a refined hatred, aged in oak barrels like fine whiskey. A hatred I cultivate with the same care a gardener gives to his roses — pruning, watering, pulling out the weeds of forgetfulness.It all began in Vienna, in 1291. I was about to seduce a duchess — a delicious woman, married to an old and filthy-rich count, exactly the type of victim I preferred. She was already in love. She had already given jewels, secrets, promises. One more night and I would have had her fortune and her soul.Then Mortyss appeared.Without asking permission. Without respecting territory. He simply appeared, with that martyr pose he has always had, and convinced the duchess that I was “dangerous.” That I would drain her life. That she deserved something better.She believed him. Of course she believed him.Mortyss has always had that irritating tal
Spellbound by Obsession Chapter 89 — I Think I’ve Become Her Boyfriend
“You knew there’s an absurd price difference between imported spaghetti and the national kind?” she asked, without looking up. “The imported one costs triple. It’s flour and water. Flour. And. Water.”“I’m taking you to dinner with me.”She dropped the packages of spaghetti.“What?”“Tonight. Business dinner. My father — Christopher’s father — is organizing it. I can’t miss it.” I paused. “And I don’t want to leave you alone.”She stared at me, her brown eyes wide.“You want to take me to a business dinner. With your family.”“With Christopher’s family. Which is technically my family. Yes.”“Mortyss.” She laughed, incredulous. “I don’t know how to behave at that kind of event. I don’t belong in that world.”“What world?”“The world of rich people. Of dinners in restaurants with French names. Of silverware you don’t know what to do with.”“Le Bernardin.” I supplied. “And the silverware is easy. You eat from the outside in.”“From the outside in of what?”“Of the silverware. The ones on
Spellbound by Obsession Chapter 88 — “I Won’t Disappear Again”
The supermarket was an absurdly mundane place.I had already visited infernal dimensions, negotiated with ancient demons, and survived centuries of hunts and persecutions. But nothing — nothing in a thousand years of existence — had prepared me for the experience of choosing cereal brands on a supermarket shelf at ten in the morning on a Tuesday.“This is ridiculous.” I murmured, examining a box of artisanal granola that cost eighteen dollars. “Eighteen dollars for compressed oats?”“Welcome to the real world.” Evelyn replied beside me, tossing a package of rice into the cart. “Where normal people don’t have a pocket dimension that materializes food out of nowhere.”“My dimension doesn’t materialize out of nowhere. It replicates recipes from memories. It’s different.”“Sure it is.”She was having fun.I could see it in her eyes — the golden sparks dancing, the lips curved in a smile she was trying to hide. There were still remnants of the hurt from the night before, a shadow that ling
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