All Chapters of MY WILD OBSESSION : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

CHAPTER TWENTY ONEI wake up alone.The first thing I notice is the silence, too soft, too intentional, like the room itself is pretending it didn’t witness last night’s humiliation. Hardin is gone. The sheets beside me are cold, untouched, as if he didn’t even consider lying close.I sit up slowly, the silk sheets sliding off my body, and finally take in the room properly.It’s… surreal.Floor-to-ceiling windows draped with sheer gold curtains. A chandelier dripping with crystal above me. Velvet sofas. A marble fireplace. The kind of room queens sleep in and somehow I’m supposed to live here now.It should feel magical.Instead it feels like a luxury cage.“A miserable night in a royal suite,” I mutter under my breath. “Perfect.”My eyes fall on something small tucked under a gold bell on the bedside table. A folded card with Hardin’s handwriting sharp, elegant, annoyingly calm.Ring if you need something. – H“Fuck you,” I whisper at the note.What I need is sex, s

CHAPTER TWENTY THREEI glance at my phone and see the message from Hardin, curt and commanding as always: “Be home immediately.”I let out a sigh and turn to Cassie, using it as my perfect excuse to escape. “He… wants me back at the house,” I tell her, shrugging as if it’s no big deal. “I better go.”Her eyes widen, a mix of tease and playful protest, but I ignore it. “I’ll see you soon,” I add, giving her a quick smile before moving toward the door.The chauffeur is already there, helping me load my bags with meticulous care. I cradle Snow in my arms, his tiny paws kneading against my chest, and for a moment, I let myself linger, feeling the weight of leaving my home.The car door opens, and I pause, taking a long, steadying breath. My gaze sweeps over the house one last time: the familiar driveway, the garden blooming with colors, the windows where sunlight used to dance in the mornings. This is my sanctuary, my freedom, my space. And yet, today, it feels like I’m le

CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE I'm lying in bed, already naked and aching for release. Oh I slick up the toy and press it against my clit, shuddering at the contact. "Oh fuck yes," I moan, turning it on low. The buzzing sensation sends jolts of pleasure through me and I start to rub it in slow circles. "That's it, get me nice and wet." I let the vibe work its magic on my clit for a few minutes, feeling my arousal build. My other hand drifts down to my dripping slit and I slip two fingers inside, groaning at how wet I already am. "Mmmm, so fucking wet," I purr, pumping my fingers in and out. "Desperate for a good fucking." I increase the speed on the vibrator, rubbing it faster against my clit as I finger myself hard and deep. I can feel my orgasm building fast, my muscles tensing with the impending release. "I'm gonna come," I gasp, frigging my clit furiously. "Gonna come so fucking hard." And then I'm coming, my pussy clamping down on my fingers as I cry out in ecstasy. "Fuck yes

CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN The car door opens before I can reach for it. One of Hardin’s men steps out first, scanning the surroundings with military precision before nodding for me to exit. I straighten my spine, slide out of the car, and lift my chin. Whatever fear coils in my chest, I refuse to let it show. Hardin is already moving, his presence commanding without a word. I fall into step beside him, my heels clicking softly against the pavement. The entrance to the club looms massive and dark, all steel and shadows. The security men stationed there are built like walls, broad shoulders, stone face but the moment they see Hardin, something shifts. They lower their heads in silent respect. Not casual. Not polite. Reverent. The sight sends a chill through me. These men are not afraid of violence. They are afraid of him. Hardin’s hand finds mine, fingers lacing through with an easy possessiveness, and he guides me forward. The doors swing open. Sound slams into me first. Loud

CHAPTER TWENTY NINE"Being an air hostess has been my job,” I say, my voice sharp, shaking despite my effort to steady it. “And now you want to take it away from me?”Hardin doesn’t answer.The car stops. He gets out without looking at me, without a word, like I’m invisible. Like my anger doesn’t exist. Like my life is just a switch he can turn off.I slam the door and follow him into the house.“Why?” I demand, my heels clicking angrily against the marble floor. “Why do you hate my happiness so much?”He keeps walking.My chest tightens. Each step he takes away from me feels like another slap. Another reminder that I don’t matter unless I obey.We finally reach the bedroom. The door shuts behind us, and something in me snaps.I turn on him.“Why the fuck do you keep ignoring me?” I yell. My voice echoes off the walls. “Answer me, Hardin!”He stops.Slowly, deliberately, he turns around.His face is calm. Too calm.“Be careful, young lady,” he says.That tone.That warnin