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his lip curled "has poisoned everything." He stood up abruptly and began pacing again, mumbling under his breath. I can’t catch all of it, but I hear fragments, words like "mine," 'perfect," "meant to be," "fix this." My throat tightened. This wasn't love, this was obsession, a dangerous obsession that anyone should have avoided but here I was, drowning in it, hands tied. "Thomas." I try again, softer this time. "Look at me." He stops pacing. Slowly, he turned.

"I saw her in the photo. I’ve seen her before, you know, on P*******t. Delu Vaz is absolutely stunning. I get why you were so…" "Obsessed?" I cut in. "Well, I wouldn’t put it like that." "Yes, Ingrid. I was obsessed with her, exactly like that. Delu was untouchable, forbidden territory. And with Nikko always waiting for me to slip up so he could throw it in my face that he was right, it made everything worse. But of course, he never imagined something could happen between his woman and me. And the best part? I started sleeping with Delu the same day she gave him back the ring." Another laugh. "Despite the age gap, she accepted me just as I was."

It screams as the word settles in my chest again, Heavier this time and even more certain. “I guess that answers my question. You my friend are insane.”Ronan sighed… “Probably.”I say.. I didn’t deny it. Didn’t care to. Because this….this isn’t something I can physically walk away from. And if she thinks for one second that this whole situation would deter me from her then she’s wrong. Because this just made my obsession for her worse! And she’s exactly my perfect match, ruthless, interesting, dangerous and mine. I’m not the kind of man who backs away from something just because it could ruin him.

he’d said, his voice low and trembling with something I couldn’t name. Desire? Obsession? Madness? I stood there, clad in nothing but lace and my own vulnerability, feeling more exposed than I ever had. Not because of my body, but because of the way his eyes pierced through me, seeing everything I tried to hide. He stepped closer, his hand brushing against my collarbone, then sliding down, tracing the delicate pattern of my lingerie. “You’re perfect,” he murmured, his voice rough and low. “Too perfect to belong to anyone else.”

PUCK OBSESSION (A Dark Hockey Romance) BOOK 5 Intro; People think being obsessed with a hockey player means posters, jerseys, and screaming in packed arenas. But For Kieran Vey, obsession looks different. It looks like memorizing the rhythm of his skates against ice, learning the exact second his jaw tightens before a fight breaks out on the rink, watching interviews frame by frame just to catch the rare moments when NHL golden boy Bryan Calloway looks genuinely angry instead of media-trained perfection.

” Mason ~”Let me show you and you can decide. Mason slowly walks up to me, unexpectedly, his hand lands on my hip and he pulls me closer. I inhale sharply. I am against his warm chest, it is chiselled to perfection. Why must he be so perfect? I lay my hand against it, intending to push him away, but instead I leave it there. His breathing becomes faster and so do mine. He begins nuzzling my neck with delicate kisses. So faint, they are almost whispers.

A subtle smile graced his features as he held her jaw and raised her face to look into her clear eyes. “Listen Alexa, there's nothing that you would do that would disappoint me. If you knew just how perfect you are in my view, you wouldn't be questioning yourself. To me, you're the most perfect. You're my obsession and temptation, and trust me when I say this; you don't even know the lengths I would go just to have you, because you have everything a man wants, and the fact that you are so ignorant about the depths of your beauty makes it even more captivating.”

“Some truths… some flames… are too big for one person to handle. And yet… you’re still here. Still choosing to follow.” “Yes,” I whispered, trembling, breath shallow. “I… I can’t stop. Even if it destroys me.” “Good,” he murmured. “Because some edges… some obsessions… are meant to be crossed. And once you cross them… there’s no turning back.” He moved closer, brushing his lips against mine—slow, deliberate, consuming. Every nerve ignited, every heartbeat lost to fire and obsession. My hands found his coat, holding on, trembling, surrendering completely.

All the while, Mr perfect said and did nothing, just observing at the side while his brothers turned a girl they'd met at a club into their personal fuck sleeve. It stung that he wasn't interested enough to explore my body, but the two cocks I was dealing with felt more than enough at the moment. Then a finger began to poke my ass. It went knuckles deep before Mr perfect's deep, husky voice boomed out, "Leave her ass. That one's for me." Chris didn't complain, and Rafe simply smirked, glancing down at me. "Damn, he must really like you. Else I doubt he'd want to fuck your ass."

“You’re mine now. There’s no way I’m letting you leave. Not after thirty days. Not ever. Ever since the first time I saw you dancing in that club with that mask on, I’ve been completely fixated on you. You’ve taken over my thoughts. My dreams. My fucking soul. I can’t go more than a few minutes without thinking about you, about your body, your voice, the way you looked when you came on my cock.” I stared at him, heart racing wildly. “You can say all of this… but do you even like me? Like, actually like me as a person? Or am I just some obsession you want to sate?” His expression softened for just a fraction of a second, but the raw obsession in his eyes never dimmed.