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He was such a complex man. "What do you think obsession is?" he asked, locking his stormy eyes onto mine. I was caught off guard by his question. "Obsession?" "Yes," he replied immediately. No hesitation. No smile. "Well, I think it's uh..." I chewed my bottom lip. "An unhealthy fixation. Like the... the strong influence. A compulsion. The desire to have full possession of something or someone," I explained, carefully selecting my words. "It can also be linked to mental illness."

“Yes.” “You knew I was going to research you and prepare to betray you.” “Yes.” “And you hired me anyway.” “Because you’re the only person I’ve ever met who doesn’t need me to survive. You’d survive without me. You’d survive without anyone.” He reached up and touched her face like he was remembering what skin felt like. “And the moment I realized that, I understood I was going to lose my mind if you left.” She understood, in that moment, what obsession actually meant. It wasn’t passion. It wasn’t love in any traditional sense. It was the recognition that someone could exist without you and choosing to make them your reason to exist anyway.

He weighed the book in his hand, not looking at the title but at me. ​"A good choice," he agreed, his voice dropping to a low purr. "Obsession is a fascinating thing, isn't it? It can drive a man mad, or it can make him feel utterly alive." He closed the distance between us just enough that I could smell the faint scent of his masculine body scent with his usual intense cologne. "And once a man is obsessed, he rarely lets go of the object of his desire, no matter the consequences." ​My breath caught in my throat because I knew he wasn't talking about Heathcliff.

“We speak of sense. You hunt with no plan, no pause, chasing down rumors. This is not a sound strategy, Your Majesty, it is an obsession.” The word struck hard, reverberating through the chamber. Obsession. I straightened slowly, sweeping my gaze across them. Their fear was palpable, but beneath it I saw what they would not yet voice aloud: doubt. Mutiny. “You call it obsession,” I said, voice low, steady, dangerous. “But obsession is the only reason you sit breathing in this chamber. Obsession united packs. Obsession crushed your enemies.” My eyes locked on the boldest of them, the one who dared meet my stare. “And you, lordling, dare question what you’ve never bled for.”

her voice shivered as that night ran in her mind. "What he did to you?" "He-he-he. All I know is that he is crazy. Wild. Violent. An obsessive enthusiast. He can kill with a flick of his finger, with a flutter of his lash," she kept on saying as if in a trance, "if you g-go against him, he won't kill you but extract your soul. When you are u-under him, around him, you have got no other option but to obey because at the end only that would happen what he had mentioned in the very start. I'm scared of challenging him,"

Because if she looked too fast, she’d give herself away. And there he was. Elbow on the bar. Leaning toward Mads, lashes low, smile cocked like a loaded gun. He said something low enough that Alli couldn’t hear it, but Mads raised an eyebrow and said, “You got jokes now?” And that made him laugh. Soft and smug and dangerous. Alli’s stomach flipped. The nerve. The absolute nerve. She slammed the cooler shut a little louder than she needed to. His eyes flicked her way.

“I lost everything because I fell for you, Ophelia. My family, my future, my sanity. I don't want a clean slate. I want you. Nothing else.” I swallowed hard, my throat feeling like it was lined with sandpaper. In any other circumstance—in a world where we were just two normal people—I might have felt a surge of happiness at the thought of a devotion so absolute. But this wasn’t devotion. It wasn't the kind of love they wrote about in poems. What Max held for me was a dark, jagged obsession born of hatred, betrayal, and four years of psychological rot. It was a sickness. And now I could see it in complete clarity.

RIVER How do you feel when someone you love deeply chooses his best friend over you? How worse can it be for me? Now, I am almost losing my sanity but everything changes when I find myself in an unknown room and my heart dies in my chest when I see my ex's favourite biker — the one he has always been obsessed with, in between my legs and a dark glint on his lips. *** A big smile crawls up my face when Ryker's message pops up on my phone's screen.

About seeing how far I’d bend before I snapped. The rules were simple but he had a knack for making sure I lost more often than not. Every time I did he filled my glass higher. I tried to pace myself but his stare across the table was hypnotic. The man knew how to make the walls feel like they were closing in and there was nowhere to run. My grip on logic weakened with each glass. I knew he was trying to peel away the layers when he leaned in and asked, “Tell me, what’s the worst thing you’ve ever done?”

His hands gripped my hips to yank me back onto his relentless cock, our balls smacking together in the chaotic rhythm. Maddox didn't let up for a second, his cock hammering into me with savage depth, each thrust so forceful it blurred my vision and sent shockwaves ripping through his core. It made me teeter on the brink of madness, my mind fracturing into pure, primal need as the relentless barrage stretched and claimed every inch.