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“I don’t.” Then, quieter, dangerously honest—“After you left, I couldn’t get you out of my head. I looked for you everywhere. Somewhere inside me, I had this feeling of certainty that one day, you will stand in front of me and be mine” Her smile was cruel now. “That’s where you’re wrong, Damien. You don’t own me. You never will. You can take my father’s company, put a ring on my finger, but I will never be yours.”

He held her tightly against him, his hands roaming over her body, his touch growing more and more possessive with every passing moment. His eyes grew darker as he pushed her back against the wall, his body pressing against hers, his hands roaming over her curves, his desire and need building with each passing second. He wanted her, wanted to make her his, to claim her body and soul, in this moment, in this very room. “You belong to me, Ocean. Mine. You're only mine.” He growled in her ear like a man possessed by animalistic desire, possessiveness, undeniable love and deadly dark obsession.

He pulled back to maintain the intense eye-contact, seeking any sign of lies, but where there was none, he trembled. Not from fear or from heartbreak. But, possessiveness. A strong, uncontrollable one. “Cannot breathe, huh?” The sapphire in his eyes darkened, replaced by a void of absolute, unhinged obsession he no longer bothered to conceal either. “Let it ache, then,” he growled, his fingers gripping my jaw in a commanding force, forcing me to witness the chaos he had chosen himself. “Because Dorian is absolutely right. I am obsessive and extremely selfish to you. And I will never, ever apologize for it.”

I groaned, praising him softly while I thrust inside of his hole a few more times, then pulled out just as I came hard, eyes rolling, cum shooting across his ass and lower back, marking him. I untied the belt quickly and let his arms down. Alex leaned against the shelves, panting, legs weak, cum dripping down his thighs, his eyes looking glassy, even full of conflict. But when he opened his mouth like he wanted to say something, he closed them back because nothing came out. I fixed my clothes right after and leaned in to plant a kiss on his forehead. “Make no mistakes about this again, Alex. You are mine. And you know it.” Then, I unlocked the door and walked out, leaving him there messy and

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he commanded, upon noticing how her eyes were dropping down but she was conscious because he was around her. "Sleep," he closed her eyes with his palm and she let him. Once again the room was silent. And in that silence, he held her hand, fixing the ring on her hand. He was infatuated with her. "I won't let you go anywhere," he muttered, staring blankly at the ring. And the whole night passed with him staring at her with callous eyes. The soulless eyes, sometimes, would let an emotion quiver through the orbs. The emotion that hinted taking a pure possession on her masked by the relentless obsession coursing though his veins. For her. Just her.

Starting with slow, deliberate kisses, each touch sparked a wave of electricity between them, intensifying their connection with every caress. As Dean's passionate embrace enveloped her, Chloe's mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions - a heady mix of excitement, anticipation, and a profound connection to the man who held her heart. The gentle rustle of leaves and the distant chirping of birds added to the symphony of their shared passion, enhancing the intimacy of the moment.

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.

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

It feels like I’m losing my mind inch by inch, like the absence of her is its own kind of madness clawing at my skull. Sometimes I wonder what kind of disease or spell Anya Sokolova has cast over me. Because this obsession didn’t start slow it hit me like a bullet to the chest. One encounter during Roman’s wedding wedding, just one look into those soft, startled eyes, and I was a goner. A seasoned mafia man undone in a single breath by a woman who doesn’t even know the damage she’s causing. And God help me…I still can’t get enough.