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9Maya. I’d never been like this before. Not with anyone. Not with myself. Obsession felt like a sickness, something I couldn’t shake, something that turned my days into endless waiting, my nights into hours spent staring at the ceiling, aching and empty and full of wild, helpless want.

I asked, frustration laced in my voice. “I guess you don’t know what obsession means, do you?” Maverick asked, leaning down to my level. “Princess, when you’re obsessed, no one else matters, except that one person. I can’t get you out of my fucking head and you think I will leave you alone?” “Yes. You can, Maverick.” I nodded, trying to convince him, despite knowing he wasn’t convinced and won’t be. “You live rent-free in my head, Kaida. I can’t fucking get over you, not now that I already got a taste of you.”

“I’ll die before I beg.” “Maybe you will,” I admit. “Maybe you'll fight until you’re carved into pieces. Maybe you’ll burn and smoke and be gone.” I step in close and let the cold in my voice do the work that hands sometimes do. “Or you’ll learn how much better it is to be useful.” She presses her palm over her chest like she can hold herself together. “You’re insane.” Maybe I am. Obsession sharpens a man until everything else is a dull idea. “I’m focused,” I say. “Focused gives me advantage.”

When he'd not responded at that moment, something deranged inside of me had snapped. My obsession and lust for him are insane; his momentary silence to my confession quickly released the savage beasts from me that simply wanted to devour him. It feels so amazing to take him so mercilessly, the feel of his body clasped tight around me, and his soft, repentant gaze flares something dark inside of me. I want to dominate him more and more, He constantly drives me crazy. I'm insanely greedy when it comes to him. I know he has it bad when even right now, he's murmuring my name in his sleep.

His arm wrapped around my waist, “I work better when I know exactly where you are and what you’re doing.” The dark possession in his voice spread warmth through my chest like honey. I was so fucked. In every sense of the word. “That sounds obsessive,” I said. “It is.” He pressed his nose into my hair, inhaling deeply. “Everything about you makes me obsessive. I used to be able to focus for hours. Now I can’t go twenty minutes without wondering what you’re doing. If you’re comfortable. If you need something. It’s fucking maddening.” “Poor you,” I said, but I was smiling. “Sounds terrible. The big bad mafia boss, brought to his knees by a pregnant woman who can’t stop eating pickles dipped in

I gawked at her, “What is it to you, Rose? You don't even like him; this is just some crazy obsession that you have.” Veins bulged on her forehead and neck, pulsing with rage. Her gaze was venomous, “You know the worst thing about having an obsession? If I don't have him, nobody can.” I stood up to her, "That obsession - would kill you."

I need her. I need Lola back to tell me what to do, to chase those demons that are festering and growing inside of my head. I want to hear her voice to drown this madness. I need her or I’m going to lose my mind literary. “Who am I trying to talk to? You are a dead person. You might be standing here in front of me, bleeding, breathing and your heart beating quickly but still dead inside. You know nothing about love or emotions. You don’t feel sad, angry, frustration, or even fear.”

UNKNOWN Smack..."If I can't have her, then no other person will get her." Obsession is misunderstood by most people; some think it’s chaotic. Messy. Uncontrolled. It’s not. Not when it’s done right. When it’s real and it’s precise. Careful. Patient. It watches. Learns. Waits and most importantly It chooses.

Lena asked, though her tone suggested she was already working through the possibilities. "Because he's obsessed," I replied, thinking about the photos, the note, the pattern of behavior we'd been observing for weeks. "He doesn't want to run from me anymore, he wants to confront me. He wants to possess me, reclaim me, make me choose him over whatever life I've been building." "That's insane," Lena said flatly. "Yes," I agreed. "But it's also predictable. Obsession makes people irrational, makes them take risks they normally wouldn't.

You see, one thing about the word 'obsession' is that it's not really about the feelings or about the way you can't breathe without them by your side.... that would've been good if that was just about the word... but it's the dark side that comes along with it. It's the insecurities of them leaving you... of them getting tired of you, and when you see them with someone else, it just makes you... it makes you want to kill, want to cage them until all they see is you.