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Any annoyance I had once felt for Callum had been totally replaced with lust. Attraction. He had acknowledged his act, kept it up for others, but only I knew his secret. His true self. He had given everything up for me. He had bent his whole life backwards for me. I dare say he was obsessed with his little slut. And that obsession was mutual. I could not get enough of him. He was the best, dirtiest, most sexy boyfriend I could ever ask for. My lust for him had been well founded and it was paying off in spades.

The way her hair cascaded down her shoulders, the curve of her smile, and the sparkle in her eyes—every detail etched itself into his heart, fueling his desire to possess her completely. He became obsessed with the sound of her laughter, the way it echoed through the depths of his soul and brought light to his darkest days. Her voice, like a siren's call, beckoned him closer, drawing him into a realm where nothing else mattered but their connection. Sebastian's obsession manifested in every action, every decision he made. He found himself constantly seeking ways to please her, to make her smile, and to feel her body pressed against his. The thought of being apart from her was unbearable, and

As she approaches her next lecture room, a scent she had never smelled before hits her, making Opal stand and pace restlessly inside her head. Isadora freezes at the door, her eyes staring at the floor and his shiny black business shoes, moving up his dress-pant-covered legs, over his tight arse, up his sculptured back, his muscles mesmerising as they moved under his sleek black shirt as he wrote on the whiteboard.

Les said and I could sense the strain in his voice. I lift off on my elbows and look at him. "What happens when you become obsessed?" His hand reached out and grabbed my throat, pushing me back down. My heart began to hammer fast as his eyes held no emotion of any kind for me. He's here. The Beast. "That's the thing, Iris." He said, positioning himself between my legs, futher spreading it wider. "I only know obsession when it comes to the people I hunt and kill." He thrusts into me in one go and I cry out from the way it burns.

"And now I have the urge to hunt. Someone needs to get punished." A breathy chuckle escaped Calix. He shook his head as an exasperated grin tugged at his lips. "Shit," he muttered under his breath. He had always known Adrian was capable of great things, but this? This was a whole new level. This was the first time he saw such obsession in his eyes and just for a mere woman.

Damien Crowe walked in like he owned the place, with that annoying smirk on his face. “Well, well,” he said, looking straight at me. “Look who decided to show his face. I heard you got shot. I’m surprised you’re still walking around.” I clenched my jaw but didn’t say anything. Damien walked closer and glanced at the script I had chosen. “Taking this role?” he asked with fake concern. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea. With everything going on with your image lately, people might not be very… forgiving. But then again, you’ve always loved attention, haven’t you?”

The cold breeze caressed his body, making his robe flutter and his long black locks dance in the air. He looked magnificent. With his head low and eyes closed, he only had one thing in his mind and before his dark sight. It was her. Why can't he get her out of his mind? Not like he ever did but this time, it was even more severe. He knew he loved her and is hating her but in both of these emotions, there lay something like an obsession. He knew he was obsessed with her no matter love or hate. He tried to get rid of these feelings but they just keep getting intense.

Earlier he used to find her too innocent to be subjected to dirty thoughts but now the same innocence of her was driving him crazy. Their shadows on the wall merged into one as he took hold of her slender waist and pulled her up into his warm, toned chest. The sheer possessiveness in his move caught her unaware. He then locked an arm around her and proceeded to cradle her nape with the other to deepen the kiss. He kept her pressed flush to him- so close that she could feel his heart knocking against her own. It appeared as though his heart would rip out of him just to unite with hers. He invaded her mouth with his tongue and groaned in approval when she coiled her tongue around his. Flames o

She wedged her hands between them, pushing weakly against his solid chest, but he refused to move a single muscle. Ignoring her quiet protests, he began placing wet, heavy kisses along her jawline, trailing his mouth slowly down the delicate column of her neck. He had always been obsessed with her natural scent—that baffling, intoxicating aroma of sweet lavender and soap. Inhaling deeply, he let the scent flood his senses, his lips refusing to leave her soft, heated skin. Dammit. How much have I missed this... he thought. He was utterly consumed by her. His dark obsession grew stronger with every passing day, leaving no room for doubt. She was his now. Only his.

Beatrice heard a deep voice say behind her, and she spurned around immediately to see who was talking behind her when she saw a young, handsome man staring intensely at her. Beatrice flapped her lashes at him also gazing at the handsome yet familiar face. 'I think I've seen him somewhere,' She thought to herself, racking through her brain to remember where she has met him. “Hi!” Beatrice greeted curiously with an alluring smile plastered on her nude-coated lips as her eyes checked him out. His dark brown hair had a Mohican cut and scythe-shaped eyebrows. His roman nose and half-dome cheekbones sat above an oaken jaw and chiseled chin.