MARKED BY HIS OBSESSION 2

MARKED BY HIS OBSESSION 2

EVA

"You can't blame a girl for not wanting to settle down," I muttered innocently, and caught the barest hint of his aftershave. It was delicious. "And that was a long, long time ago."

"High school still," he responded, his firm grasp upon my hip so commanding, so strong. His presence was so masculine, so authoritative and it was easy to see how someone like him had gone so far. "I had big plans for us, for me, but you wanted to stay here and party. Seems we both accomplished our goals, Eva," he said with that predatory grin of his.

"Well, to high school dreams, then," I said, raising my glass in a toast before finishing it off. I had such a bad day, and now he was harshing my buzz. Making my feel bad for doing something I had forgotten.

How many men, no, boys... Had wanted something more from me? Had big dreams for our future?

But that wasn't who I was. Though with my parent's impending financial crisis...

I put on a brighter smile, "But we all have to grow up sometimes, right?"

He lifted his hand from the bar to lightly trail his fingers along my chin and jawline, cupping my face so ever light with his hard hands. Warmth crawled up my spine and settled in the pith my stomach.

"No. Not necessarily," he said in a low, husky growl. "I've come to appreciate you for who and what you are. I don't want to change you, make you aspire to be anything but you. Though still," he said, with that wolfish grin widening. "I've just got to have you all to myself. Whatever it takes."

My head tilted to the side as I looked up at him. It was a way more intense conversation than I could really have. My life was falling apart and I didn't need some guy I knew in high school coming in and trying to...

To what? Have me all to himself?

Unless he was ready for a trophy wife or something, that wasn't going to happen.

"Is that so?" I asked, raising a brow.

His thumb trailed along my cheek, it's hard, smooth surface so warm, a shudder worked through me.

"Every beautiful party girl needs someone to keep them, no? And I can just feel you need a man right now to take you on and keep you in the manner to which you're accustomed, huh?" He said, leaning in closer, his talk form looming over me as his dark eyes bored into mine. Dark and sinful.

He was right.

My smile broadened, and I shrugged my shoulders a little, playing coy. "Maybe," I said with a little sing song was to it.

"No maybe about it, is there?" He drawled, so confident in his knowledge of me, that grin never fading. "Back in highschool I couldn't offer you much. Just a lot of promises. Now? Things have changed, Eva." He leaned even closer, his breath hot against my skin, his shaved cheek brushing against my smooth one as he murmured gruffly into my ear. "I'm going to buy you. Make you mine. Whatever the cost. It's already decided. From the moment you turned me down and stayed here, I knew I'd come back for you."

His deep, husky words so dark, so certain , so authoritative. He had to have me, and never let me go from his thoughts in the years since high school.

And I couldn't lie... the idea of this guy pinning over me for so long, that I had made such an impression on him? It turned me on like I couldn't believe. Thinking about him spending his nights at home, jerking off, moaning my name.

I let out a sigh of arousal, my smile so genuine. It was like all my silly little dreams were coming through. The world does give you what you need!

"Buy me?" I repeated, licking along my lower lip. "What makes you think you could afford me?"

There it was, that devilish glimmer in his eyes. I'd brought it out, and he looked so damn hot, so handsome.

"Because I made it so, my sweet Eva," he said in a smooth husk. "It took a while. Study, work, the building of a fortune. Then the buying of your parent's company. Firing them. Buying up their debts to foreclose on their mortgage," he licked his lips as if his hunger was rising just talking about it. "You have no choice now, Eva. Nowhere better to turn. Than me."

I stared at him in shock.

It wasn't even that I believed him, not really... But how could he possibly know all that if he was lying?

It made my knees quiver, and I had to hold on to the bar to just stay upright in my stiletto heels. I was gonna be sick, I just knew it, and I tried to say something but I couldn't.

And there it was again. The thought of him going through all this obsession, just for me, and I was angry and scared and it was all rolling around within me. But the worst was how much the idea of him being so obessed with me made me horny.

He'd obsessively planned it all, set me up so that my options were securely with him, or take my chances. Live like everyone else.

It was sadistic.

And he looked to be loving it.

His two strong hands steadied me, holding me up, just like he was offering to do, he's tear down my life, but keep me up. As long as I did what he wanted.

"I'm not asking much, Eva," he growled, leaning in so close to me. "Not that you give up being a party girl to settle down. Just that you be my party girl," and the emphasis on his possession was so strong. So fierce. "Travel around the world with me on business trips. Live the high life in every major trade city on the planet. The finest booze and drugs. And have you brains fucked out by me every goddamn night."

I wanted to be so pissed. I wanted to scream, to hit him, to call him every name in the book.

But he'd found some way to tap into something that I'd hid so deep even I didn't know it was there, and I couldn't hide how my body was becoming hotter. A dull ache unfurled between my thighs, hot and urgent.

"Fuck you," I hissed, but there was no fight to the words.

"Oh you will," he replied without missing a beat, then he pressed. His lips met mine and he held nothing back. He kissed me deeply, passionately, grasping a hold of my body and face, his fingers running back through my hair as he ravenously hungered for me.

I could feel his fingers squeezing at my flesh, his tongue lashing at mine as the music still thrummed around us.

I admit that I was even questioning what I was doing, and I wasn't used to that. Usually i did what felt good, and this... Him?

God. He felt really good. I couldn't help but cling onto him. His body was hard and his mouth filled with passion, and he tasted like sin and power.

For all he'd done to shake up my life, he shook meyo physically too. His hands were all over me, as he kissed me even harder. Years of repressed desire bubbling out before he even got his answers from me. He knead my ass as we stood there at the bar, kissing. He only broke the kiss, when I was about to run out of breath. I stared into his intense, dark eyes.

"I have a penthouse suit while I stay here," he said in a breathy deep voice, wrapped with need and lust. "Come spend the night with me. And every night after. You're mine now, Eva. And I'll keep you better than anyone," he pledged to me so vehemently.

That's the point. I should've turned and walked away, should've push him away, but I couldn't. I couldn't find it in me to do it. He's shaken my body up so bad, I wanted nothing more than him.

I slowly nodded, and he led me out of the club.