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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.

" She said that and we both started laughing. "Trust me I didn't enjoy that ride either but I was happy that you were mine and mine only." "And you are mine and just mine only. I don't want any other girl rubbing your cock like that. Trust me I will kill that bitch if she ever dared to touch you like that." I liked that anger that love. That possessiveness. "Okay don't worry. It's not gonna happen love. As we lay there in our bed, totally naked, we began to french kiss, and once again I was hard.

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"Jeez, you are totally overly obsessed with her!" "So what if I am?" Yang Tian-Xu retorted as he could not care less about what other people's opinions. The infatuation he had for Wang Yi-An was something he would expect no one to understand, nor does he wanted anyone else to know, but her; Wang Yi-An. Yang Tian-Xu didn't wait for Jin Qi-Long to let himself inside the car, Yang Tian-Xu was about to drove off without him. However, Jin Qi-Long hurried as he hopped in, while Yang Tian-Xu drove off. He barely had the time to fasten the seatbelt.

All her mind was that the lady would feel scared and apologize but her expectations were cut short. The lady glared at Joan like she is just making empty threats “ I know who you are, A dumb model who fucks around for endorsement deals, Every sensible person knows you to be a witch but your camouflage is working well for you” The lady hissed hatefully. She turned her head to the right side to bring out a novel from her bag, The novel titled ‘ Hello Kitten, Run by Anonymous Author’ She is a lover of dark romance. Joan looked at the lady with anger, and hatred that she couldn't teach the girl a lesson. She tried to calm herself down till the plane landed but her mind betrayed her.

When he finally broke the kiss, his forehead pressed to mine, his voice was hoarse. “You belong to me, Alyssa. Don’t ever forget it.” And as his arms caged me in again, I realized with a sinking heart that Adrian Cruz wasn’t just my husband. He was becoming my obsession too. Adrian didn’t give me time to think. His mouth claimed mine again, hungrier, more demanding. His weight pressed me into the mattress, his heat searing against my skin. “Adrian—” I gasped between kisses, my palms flat against his chest as if I could push him back. But my body betrayed me, arching closer instead, craving his touch.

she muttered, her tone excited but I only gave a brief smile. None of these things excites me, nothing! Not her gift, not her packing, not the new father, just nothing. Rather I'm even sadder and overthinking how I'd cope in a new place and since Ryan refused me a second chance, the only thing that brings me joy now was the thought of clubbing this night and f*cking the men to my satisfaction. Yea that reminds me, they must be chatting me already. And tonight, I wouldn't be doing it with one at a time, but three of them in the same room with me all at once.

Even the way he looked at me. The storm outside grew louder while his mouth traveled slowly along my neck. “You drive me insane,” he muttered roughly against my skin. My fingers tightened against his shoulders. The truth was… He drove me insane too. Days passed like that. Lazy mornings in bed. Late-night conversations. Stolen kisses in the kitchen. Slow dancing in the living room while rain poured outside. Some moments were soft and emotional. Others burned with dangerous tension. But every second with Sebastian felt intense. Like we were both trying to hold onto something we knew couldn’t last forever.

The way desire flashes across his face before he can hide it. “God! You’re irresistible.” He pulls me closer, grabbing my buttocks and grinding against me. “I just can’t keep my hands off you.” I absolutely love the way this man is obsessed with me. It makes me genuinely happy. People say love and romance fade with time, but with us, they’ve only grown deeper. And his obsession? Don’t even get me started, it hasn’t diminished at all. If anything, it’s become stronger, more intense, and I love every bit of it.