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“Sir, you need to read sometimes. Calm your nerves, relax your thoughts. There’s a great app—GoodNovel.” I found it on the app store and downloaded it in seconds. The interface popped up and right there under the NEW tab was something that stopped me in my tracks: Bound By His Rules: MM Short Erotica Compilation. There was no hesitation from me. I clicked it immediately. The first chapter was like a slap to my already overloaded senses. Professor Richard—cold, confident, dominant. Student Gregory—shy, brilliant, bending under power like he was made to submit. I couldn’t stop reading.

Her breath hitched, dark nipples brushing against his chest as she rocked with him, wet and hungry. Mr. Black stood behind them, watching like a predator, his eyes dark with possession. His hand slid down to stroke his thick, dark dick, slick from the tension in the room. “Feel that?” Mr. Black growled. “That’s what happens when you give yourself over. You’re his playground now, but remember—he’s mine too.” Miles’s hips slammed faster, desperate to please both of them. She gasped, pussy clenching tight, creamy juices dripping as she rode him hard, her body slick with sweat.

It landed on a table and right of the table is where James is sitting. This is a mess. This shouldn't be happening. He is standing and walking towards my direction. I'm confused as f*ck if I should run or pretend to be checking a book on a shelf or I should probably disappear from the surface of the earth if I have such magical power. He stopped right in front of me and my attention was back on my system. The title of my chapter. “The forbidden obsession” is clearly showing and I try my best to wipe it off but it didn't. This should be the biggest mistake of the century.

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.

“My Lord, my Lord!” Maru ran back inside, nearly tripping over the stone steps. “This fool,” Anubis muttered under his breath, his golden eyes narrowing. “What is it?” He raised a brow, his voice low and dangerous. “She’s here,” Maru gasped, trying to catch his own breath. “I know,” Anubis said with a snort, his gaze fixed ahead. “I already sensed her.” His fingers flexed, golden sparks dancing along his knuckles, anticipation and annoyance mingling in his expression.

Clara's POV The morning sun streamed through the penthouse windows, casting golden light across the sleek marble countertops of our kitchen. I sipped my coffee, reviewing the overnight market reports on my tablet while savoring the quiet moment. Last night's gala had been a strategic success, but something about Jessica Reid's appearance nagged at my carefully honed instincts. "You're overthinking again," Nathan's voice carried from the doorway, drawing my attention. He stood there in perfectly tailored workout clothes, his hair still damp from his morning training session. Even in this casual moment, he radiated power and control – a force of nature barely contained in human form.

I was about to think of why I got the message then I remembered I got a wrong message this morning. Was the universe working in my favour? He sure as hell kept them accurate on making mistakes. It was too perfect. Too easy. But I couldn’t ignore it. It was held in an exclusive, state-of-the-art lounge on the outskirts of the city. Chandeliers glimmered overhead, spilling golden light across the polished marble floors. The air reeked of fine cigars and money. I moved through the crowd, searching for my informant. Nothing felt off—yet.

I growled, jerking faster, imagining her legs spread for him, but her eyes closed—seeing me. "Fuck, princess! Fuck, I'm going to come for you. Daddy is gonna cum for you. Right in your mouth." I growled, stroking my cock a little too harder, staring hungrily at her picture of my computer. I came hard, spilling over my hand, chest rising and falling in short, uneven breaths. But there was no peace after. No satisfaction. Only obsession. I stood, paced the office. Tried to open work documents. Tried to read intel reports. But every line blurred into nothing.

•••••••••••• ALL RIGHTS RESERVED © 2022 by M.Z. Mauve Scenes, characters, dialogues and events in this story are all invented. This story contains mature themes, profanity, graphic violence and graphic sexual content not intended for young readers. Unauthorized reproduction of any part of this story or plagiarism of any kind is prohibited by the law. •••••••••••• This is the first draft of Book III of The Heir's Secret Obsession, my first crime/psych thriller/mafia romance story.