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No matter how much I tossed and turned and cussed, my mind wouldn’t just shut off. With a frustrated sigh, I sat up and reached for the book on my nightstand—Death’s Obsession. A dark romance. I had picked it up a few days ago but hadn’t had time to start it. I'd heard from countless people how good a read it was, considering it was just a few hundred pages. Now seemed like a good time to read for myself. I curled up under my blanket and flipped to the first page. The story pulled me in instantly. A brutal, obsessive villain. A heroine caught in his twisted love. The tension, the darkness—it was exactly the kind of escape I needed.

It was scorching like a flame and if auras could be tasted, hers would definitely be bitter. I shuddered, walking over to the first aisle to check it out. The first book that caught my attention was Blood, Pawns and Obsession. It was a dark romance by Rylie Martin. I had one of my projects on hold because I wanted to read this book and get into the head of the psychotic male lead, so I would understand him better and be able to execute my plotline to my taste. The grin on my face unconsciously widened, and I brought the book to my nose, sniffing it in.

"We can't, Nick. You don't know the kind of man my father is. My internship will be cancelled. I'll never get to step outside. You'll never see me again." Nick turns quiet, and I know he's reconsidering. "Then I guess we won't tell him." He says finally. "I'm not letting you go so easily." His words warm my heart, making me smile. "So this is between us." I say. "Besides, I want to know what he wants. Like, why has he made me his target? Who is he? What does he want from me?" "Things like this stem from obsession." Nick answers in a strange voice. "I think he's obsessed with you for certain reasons. We just need to find out why."

A dooster with eyes like chips of obsidian scanned her, his gaze lingering on the platinum collar, then nodded her inside. The interior was a sensory assault of dark luxury. Blood-red velvet drapes, black lacquer, low lighting that pooled like liquid shadow. The air thrummed with bass and the scent of expensive perfume, sweat, and ozone. It was crowded with the city’s elite deviants, beautiful people in artful states of undress and restraint.

Emily scolded. After minutes of climbing the team of four finally reached underground. Chambers broke the descent, flashes of painted walls catching their light. First—bright colors: gods crowned in gold, kings lifted in triumph. Then darker—angels turning away, mortals bound in chains, eyes painted so sharply they seemed alive. The beauty bled into menace with every step. "Damn," Caleb exclaimed, staring at the walls. "They even inscribed death spells on the walls" Emily whispered. "Death spells?" Eric muttered, his voice bouncing off the stone. "That's comforting."

Thought is like a magnet. It will attract events according to what we think. *** Chin Hwa felt as though the thunder of lightning had just exploded right into his eardrums. The unpredictable question of Mrs. Song momentarily drugged his consciousness. It made his eyes bulge round like he was seeing a very creepy ghost. Qeiza was not different from Chin Hwa. She felt like her soul get out of her body for seconds. She could only gawk in a trance, staring blankly at Mrs. Song that was still waiting for Chin Hwa’s answer with a demanding facial expression.

Dakota POV I stand in the doorway of the bathroom, watching her wash my cum off her face. She turns me on in unreal ways. I want to own her body. I want to be deep inside her pussy. The thoughts I have of her are not typical. She is my obsession. She cleans her face and walks to me, standing in the doorway of her bathroom. “What do you want to do to me now, stud?” Tonya asks me. The thoughts that are going through my mind are wild and machinist. “I want to take you to your bedroom,” I say to her.

Dominic’s POV The gentle drone of the city trickled through the bulletproof glass of my office, the golden lights of Rome winking against the skyline. And even though distant, the Colosseum shone in the sun’s rays. The cold, abandoned cup of espresso on my desk was forcibly emitting its scent into the air, and I rocked back in my chair, fingers grooving a ritual beat on the polished wood. The numbers on the contract in front of me blurred. Tonight, I didn’t feel like doing business. Not when something else heavier hung on my mind.

“Even after everything. The blood, the lies, the betrayals… I still choose you.” Matteo’s eyes darkened with something fierce and tender. “Come here.” I didn’t hesitate. I rounded the table and climbed into his lap as best I could with the restraints. His mouth found mine instantly — a deep, desperate kiss that tasted of blood and survival and forever. His tongue stroked mine with slow, claiming strokes, pouring every ounce of love and obsession into it. I moaned softly into his mouth, hands framing his face, thumbs brushing the silver scar I had come to adore.

GABRIELS' POV I tried to calm my raging nerves as I watched Kayla storm off in front of me. I could tell she was pissed at me for interrupting whatever the hell that was with the man outside who seemed to be eye-fucking her with his leering eyes. But she wasn't the only person about to lose their mind. I was two seconds away from turning back and blowing his brains out for even exchanging words with her. I had no idea when my…fascination for Kayla grew to this extent.