Obsessed Book Summary Novelas e Histórias

The drives, the hidden folders, the envelopes—all pieces of a puzzle I was slowly mastering. My phone vibrated. Jeffrey. Jeffrey: First test complete. Did you survive? Me: Yes. And I’ve learned more than I expected. Jeffrey: Good. Now you understand. Control is obsession. Obsession is pattern. Observe him. Learn his triggers. Wait. Then act. I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me. The plan was taking shape. I would obey, but I would also prepare. Every test, every obsession, every tiny misstep could be a weapon if I wielded it carefully.

His arm wrapped around my waist, “I work better when I know exactly where you are and what you’re doing.” The dark possession in his voice spread warmth through my chest like honey. I was so fucked. In every sense of the word. “That sounds obsessive,” I said. “It is.” He pressed his nose into my hair, inhaling deeply. “Everything about you makes me obsessive. I used to be able to focus for hours. Now I can’t go twenty minutes without wondering what you’re doing. If you’re comfortable. If you need something. It’s fucking maddening.” “Poor you,” I said, but I was smiling. “Sounds terrible. The big bad mafia boss, brought to his knees by a pregnant woman who can’t stop eating pickles dipped in

But nobody saw what happened after hours, when the neon lights "ickered and the air hung thick with secrets. Nobody saw him slip through the back door, the shadows swallowing him until he was nothing but asilhouette against the dim light. Nobody saw him press her against the cold, unforgiving surface of the office desk, the papers scattering like fallen leaves.Nobody saw the desperation in his hands as he pushed her skirt up, the frantic urgency of a man starved for something he couldn't name. And nobody saw how she wrapped her legs around his waist, clinging to him like a vine, her nails digging into his back. Nobody heard the soft, desperatesounds she made, how she bit down on his shoulder

Obsession felt like a sickness, something I couldn’t shake, something that turned my days into endless waiting, my nights into hours spent staring at the ceiling, aching and empty and full of wild, helpless want. I tried to tell myself to slow down. I tried to distract myself—read, clean, walk the block three times, do anything to outrun the thought that maybe he was done with me. That maybe, after all this, the thrill would fade and I’d be alone again, just a girl who wanted too much. It didn’t work. Every time I blinked, I saw his hands. Every breath, I tasted his skin, his sweat, the sharp bite of teeth on my throat. I hated myself for needing him this much. I loved it, too.

My jaw clenched. Mira leaned back; her voice calm and dreamy. "All night long, I thought about him." She laughed again. "And now? I believe in love at first sight." I stared at her, mute. This lady—this pathetic, manipulative lady—stood before me, confessing that somehow, in less than twenty-four hours, she had developed this pretty sick obsession for Alexander,my man. One measured breath came, then the next. "You're delusional ," I said, freezing her in place with my glare. "This conversation never took place. You are going to respect my father, and we are both going to pretend you never said all this."

The one where I was looking into the camera with burning boldness, lipstick perfectly applied on my slightly parted lips. I froze in shock, then turned my face away from him, glaring at him. He leaned closer to my face, his gaze piercing, and ground his teeth with visible annoyance: "You enjoy watching me drown in madness, unaware that you are the madness itself… embodied in an irresistible female form."

"Definitely with you. And definitely both of us. We'll need you to obey us though. And that's what you want too, isn't it, girl?" "Yes. Oh yes, Sir" My agreement is fervent, and definite. I want nothing more than to be their obedient, compliant submissive, to earn their approval. Except...this fabulous place, this haven of kink, is quite beyond my means. After the next few short weeks I won’t be able to afford to return here, to meet them, to play with them, however much I might like to. Mark does smile at me now. "I know what you're thinking, Jessie, but let us worry about that. You can come here as often as you like, as our guest."

“Yes.” “You knew I was going to research you and prepare to betray you.” “Yes.” “And you hired me anyway.” “Because you’re the only person I’ve ever met who doesn’t need me to survive. You’d survive without me. You’d survive without anyone.” He reached up and touched her face like he was remembering what skin felt like. “And the moment I realized that, I understood I was going to lose my mind if you left.” She understood, in that moment, what obsession actually meant. It wasn’t passion. It wasn’t love in any traditional sense. It was the recognition that someone could exist without you and choosing to make them your reason to exist anyway.

“What’s it like? Having him as your stepbrother?” Trisha’s eyes sparkled. “Yeah, he’s obsessed with you. We can all see it. You’re so fucking lucky.” Maya wrapped her arm around Bella’s waist, whispering in her ear. “Tell us what he’s like. Please. Just one tip. We all want him.” Bella’s face burned, but deep inside, her body throbbed at the truth. Dom was obsessed. And she was falling, fast. And across the room, Dom watched her with a look that promised he wasn’t done.

He couldn’t do anything worse than he had already done Lilian was done being nice and helpful. She was going to put herself first from now on starting with opening her bakery. She didn’t care the impression it would give. She would already imagine the news headlines “ Wife of Billionaire Xavier Knight now Bakery owner “ They wouldn’t really care to include her name only his and she honestly didn’t care . She was going to make the best out this horrible situation . She had lost all appetite to eat and left the food on the table and retired to her room. The stress , worries and events of the day put her straight to sleep.