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Maddox I watched him, my cock still throbbing, thick and heavy with the satisfaction of having utterly claimed him. Hayden’s tight, slick asshole was still slick with my cum, little rivulets weeping from the depths I’d just filled. The sheer sight of him, bent over the desk, a testament to my power, was intoxicating. He was practically drowning in my seed, so much so that it was already cascading down his thighs, pooling on the polished tiled floor beneath him.

Imagine sleeping with the woman who almost killed your only child? I swiped the spare key that was given to me and walked into the room that unsurprisingly already had dim lights. I spot Robert sitting on the bed in his robe and with his legs crossed. Now I get where Martin got his good looks. Even with the age difference, he was definitely not someone I could call unattractive. He, unlike some older men, looked pretty fit and healthy and his height definitely made him more attractive. "Hello there beautiful," he greeted with a sly smile that made him look a little bit dangerous.

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I stroked faster, harder, the image of her on her knees, her eyes wide with worship, superimposed over the picture of her in the towel on my laptop screen. And finally, I came hard, a guttural cry tearing from my chest as I spilled myself all over my hand and my expensive trousers. It was a violent, shuddering release, but it brought no peace. No satisfaction. Only obsession. I sat there for a long moment, the evidence of my depravity cooling on my skin, the screen still glowing with her image. I stood up, my body thrumming with a restless, predatory energy. I began to pace the length of my office. I tried to focus.

- I don't like this kind of thing, it always comes with a nothing-with-nothing question. "As long as it's not something too personal, I'm all ears." - I could tell that he was in no mood to talk about anything. "Have you and James ever had anything? Don't get me wrong, but his obsession is not normal." "Again? How many times will it be necessary for me to tell you no. I never dated Maurício, my focus was never on men, he was just a big son of a bitch who managed to ruin my life and make everything worse whenever he had the opportunity."

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“Everything that’ll ruin me.” I smile against his mouth. “Then let’s get ruined together.” His control shatters. His mouth slams back to mine, raw and unfiltered, and I melt into him, knowing this isn’t just about lust anymore. This is obsession. Need. A slow descent into madness with no one left to save us. And God help me, I never wanted saving in the first place. To Be Continued...

She was holding the headboard while putting her ass on display while twerking. Vishal heaved another sigh. He knew he hadn't gotten enough of her. He kept watching the surveillance video and after a while,he brought out his phone. He scrolled through it before dialling a number and placing it against his ear. "Hello sir." The voice on the other end of the line sounded weak and had a sort of reverence to it. "Hey. I want you to remain in that position you are now. I want to get into the room and meet you like that." He ordered on the phone and dropped the call.

‎Hours pass. ‎I don’t eat. ‎Don’t move. ‎Just think. ‎About Caleb. ‎About Elias. ‎About how they must be losing their minds right now. ‎About how Mikhail thinks this is love. ‎It’s not. ‎It’s obsession. ‎Pure. ‎Dark. ‎Terrifying. ‎And I’m drowning in it. ‎The front door slams sometime later. ‎Footsteps. ‎Heavy. ‎Mikhail. ‎He’s home. ‎ ‎Mikhail’s POV