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She was completely mesmerized. Her gaze wandered across his furrowed brows, those thick lashes resting against his cheeks, and the sharp slope of his nose. Even in sleep, you still look serious and grumpy, Xavier… but hell, I’m not gonna lie—you’re heartbreakingly handsome. No wonder that redhead is so obsessed with you. And God help me, I think you’ve got me losing my mind, too. You’re the most frustratingly beautiful man I’ve ever met… and the only one who’s ever made my stomach flip like this.

“You’ve been practicing with who?” Should I feel jealous? Why did I feel something like I was actually jealous? Ryker with another woman crept into my mind, creating an emotion I barely wanted to acknowledge...pain. I knew I couldn’t hide it, not when his eyes were observing my reaction. “Hey,” he raised my chin with his thumb, looking into my eyes. “I watch porn and learn from them. Yes, I fucked, but that was before I met you.” I felt his thumb graze my lips, his eyes following his action and burning with lust. “Now, you should know I jerk at the thought of you, kitten. I’ve practiced many times in my mind with you in every corner of my room.” He husked, dragging his lips from my jawline t

] Cassie stared at the virtual screen with a deluded smile as if the fantasy was within reach. “Fine! You’ll get the money. “I’ll get the funds. Make sure you hold onto them. Don't give them away to someone else.” After much thought, Cassie added with a straight face. “And stay in your lane. Keep your hands off my future husbands. I don’t want something that’s already been around!”

he said, and his serious expression said he meant every word of it. "I am obsessed with you. I have been for a while now; the sight of you, the sound of your voice, your scent and your touch have been my obsession. You are the light in the darkness I have lived in my entire life, the reason I dare to dream for a future. The reason my life started meaning anything to me," he said and looked into my eyes possessively.

His hand pressed against his stomach, His eyes slowly, slowly closing. I had never seen him like that. Alex was always so strong. So confident. So sure of himself. He walked into a room and made everyone else feel small. But tonight, I watched him lose control. And it scared me more than anything. --- The operating room doors finally opened. I jumped to my feet. The doctor walked toward me, pulling his mask down. "Are you here for Mr. Sterling?" "Yes." My voice almost broke. "Yes, I am." "And you are?" The doctor asked

Any annoyance I had once felt for Callum had been totally replaced with lust. Attraction. He had acknowledged his act, kept it up for others, but only I knew his secret. His true self. He had given everything up for me. He had bent his whole life backwards for me. I dare say he was obsessed with his little slut. And that obsession was mutual. I could not get enough of him. He was the best, dirtiest, most sexy boyfriend I could ever ask for. My lust for him had been well founded and it was paying off in spades.

The mere thought of him here—his weight pinning me down, his hands spreading me open, fucking me until I was utterly ruined—sent a desperate, throbbing ache through my core. *Fuck.* I wanted him with a ferocity that terrified me. But I couldn't let him win. His smug, unwavering confidence that I would eventually break for him was a challenge I had to overcome. This wasn't real desire; it was just biology, a trick of my hormones during ovulation. It meant nothing. Once I found my release, this fever-dream obsession would shatter. I would be free. Or so I desperately needed to believe.

I said, my voice low and shaking. “This is devotion.” He stepped inside, closing the door. “You think I could just forget you? Pretend you didn’t exist? I had to know you were safe. I had to see you breathing, moving, living.” “You had no right—” “I had every right,” he cut in, his tone suddenly hard. “You were mine. You are mine.” I shook my head, but my pulse was racing. “This isn’t love. This is obsession.” “Call it whatever you want.” He moved closer until my back hit the wall. “It doesn’t change the fact that no one knows you like I do. No one has touched you like I have. No one else ever will.”

And then arrange those pieces to fit against my own missing chess piece It’s worse than fucked up. When I say I’m about to cross lines, I mean exactly that: fucking her more than once. Keeping her as my new mistress. I’ll hunt her moments. I’ll claim her nights and mornings until the world bends to the shape of her and me. The urge is new, a hunger that doesn’t ask permission. Because obsession isn’t gentle. It’s a slow, precise cruelty I’m willing to perform, again and again, until she’s branded mine in ways even I can’t name.

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 68: Drenched in Obsession She continues to move against him, her body completely overtaken by the madness of the moment. Everything is heightened. Every single sensation, raw and intense. Desire—pleasure—each feeling swells to an unbearable edge, heightened to its most punishing extreme. Her thoughts are no longer coherent. Her mind is spinning in wild, uncontrollable circles, caught between the chaos of her need and the ruin it’s leaving behind.