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Ara was a ball of sunshine before his arrival and now had reduced into a victim. Jenna gripped her drooped shoulder in a tight hold, making her look up into her eyes. "He'll kill you if you wouldn't," Jenna said in a serious tone. Ara's face paled with dread. "He is obsessed with you, Ary. He wouldn't let you go ever. I have seen the way he looks at you. He thinks you belong to him," Jenna said from her own experience. She internally shuddered, remembering her own past. Obsessive men are more destructive than a mad animal. They don't know the limits,"

he snarled, “you are mine. Why are you not understanding this? YOU ARE MINE!! Think before screaming at me.” Tears spilled freely down Petal’s cheeks now as his hold tightened, her lips puckering involuntarily from the pressure and pain. The room felt suffocating, each second stretching endlessly as Sebastian’s obsession consumed him. His voice dropped to a harsh whisper yet thunderous in its intensity, “Why don’t you fucking understand? You don’t have a choice anymore. You have become my obsession, Petal. That obsession doesn’t allow letting go. Your fate is sealed with mine. You are mine, damn it!” He slammed his palm on the wall beside her, the impact reverberating through the small room.

What about him isn’t perfect and desirable? He has looks to die for, he is smart, sufficient and extremely successful, has the body of a greek god with perfectly sculpted six abs, strong arms that I want around and on me so badly, his Adonis strip is the perfect V and those broad chests that a girl should lay her head on and just whine after a long day at work. Fuck. Fuck you Damian. Fuck you for doing this to me.

“Let me have the team check it first.” But something in my gut told me it was meant for me. I took the box and opened it anyway. Inside was a single photograph. It showed John and me making love on the balcony two nights ago. The image was clear and intimate. Across the bottom in bright red marker were the words “The Obsession Never Dies.” My hands started shaking. “John… this was taken two nights ago. From the cliffs. Someone was watching us while we…” John took the photo from me and cursed under his breath. “This is not possible. The new security should have caught anyone that close.”

UNKNOWN Smack..."If I can't have her, then no other person will get her." Obsession is misunderstood by most people; some think it’s chaotic. Messy. Uncontrolled. It’s not. Not when it’s done right. When it’s real and it’s precise. Careful. Patient. It watches. Learns. Waits and most importantly It chooses.

I hiss, thrusting faster now, she can barely keep up, spit drips down her chin faster than the tears do but she doesn’t pull off. The sight of her gagging, and tearing while sucking my cock like her life depends on it, it snaps something primal in my chest. I’ve always loved her obsessively, in the kind of way that would sicken a therapist and make my brain a neurologist's nightmare yet somehow, I feel that obsession snap wider, deeper. “Oh God, you’re perfect, Siren. My perfect little slut—mine,” I groan. “Only mine.” Aeliana nods, more black tears running down her cheeks, streaking her like warpaint. I can’t believe the sounds coming out of my mouth, she has me wimpering. I’m a fucking mes

My libido frosts over when I see who’s with him. On either side are two gorgeous girls with varied shades of blonde hair. They’re everything I’m not: tall, skinny, beautiful. My throat tightens at the perfection of them, and for a second I want to run out of here, but I hold steady. I’ve had three months to prepare, and I’m tough. I CAN DO THIS. Yeah, but you can’t compete with that, a mean voice whispers in my head.

His Adam's apple bobbed violently before he finally spoke in a rough, unfamiliar voice. "My love... that's not true. I didn't do it. They were lying. I didn't do it, I swear." He slowly stood and approached her, desperately trying to justify something Iris didn't even understand. But when she noticed emotions on his usually cold face... Maybe madness. Maybe obsession. She wanted to run. Immediately. She turned around and hurried toward the door. Memories that didn't belong to her flashed through her mind, mirroring exactly what was happening now. "No, wait, Iris! Please!!"

Obsession doesn’t announce itself with sirens. It seeps in quietly, like water under a locked door, until the floor you stand on warps and bends beneath you. For Rose, it began with little things. A text at odd hours, not of endearment but of command. Don’t go in tonight. Meet me instead. Wear the black dress.

The torn folder drops to the gravel and is forgotten between us. “No other women. Done.” He moves nearer, not touching yet, but closing the small gap until the world narrows to his chest and my breath. His eyes harden; there is a territorial heat there I recognize now as a language. “You want obsession?” he murmurs. “I’ll give them a performance they’ll never forget.” A slow, predatory smile lifts one side of his mouth.