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He held it up for a moment, examining it in the light before casually flicking it onto the concrete floor, where it landed with a tiny, insignificant tink. "One," Zandrei counted softly, his eyes glinting with a mad, ecstatic light. "Now, let's try again. Who sent you?" He asked, his voice brimming with a childlike excitement, like a madman who had just discovered a wonderfully fun new game and was eager for another turn. The man in the chair could only manage a strangled, guttural sound, a wet sobbing noise that vibrated through his shattered mouth. His head thrashed from side to side, his eyes wide with a horror so pure it was almost beautiful to Zandrei.

And it beats me the reason for that. It's the first time it happened since Marcus came back into my life. He shouldn't see me like this. I'm avoiding this to happen in front of him. But fate always surprises us. It's not that I am addicted to these drugs. They are not my addiction but my obsession, that obsession that let me go through each haunting day and night, and it's been a while since my anxiety attacked. I could feel Marcus rub circles on my back while he said sweet nothing in my ear.

, my voice was steady despite the anger and annoyance bubbling inside me. Chief Marcus studied me for long moment, his weathered face unreadable. "You're overly driven by them, by this case. I'm trying to look for a softer word for it but I'm unable to find any. Laurent you're obsessed. And obsession makes you sloppy." He let out a deep sigh, rubbing his forehead as if just talking to me and thinking about my recent actions made him age by 20 years. I crossed my arms over my chest,finding the concrete floor below us interesting. "I'm just trying to help."

She hopped into her car and drove off madly leaving a trail of smoke behind. She was so mad that her hands trembled on the steering wheel as she drove. Julia had to pay for today in a bitter way. She is proving clever isn't she? Well lets see how much she can hold up. She drove back to the underground company. "Julius!" She yelled as she stormed in leaving all the employees quaking in fear.

Her eyebrows arch as she moans softly in her sleep. “Hmm.” I smile, her soft sound reminding me what we were doing before we heard the gunshots. “That was a waste.” I murmur. I almost got a taste of one of the fantasies I have been silently wanting for years. Mel soft lips wrapped around my dick. I shudder at the thought. “Who knows? Maybe, I would have satisfied this… this obsession, and gotten you out of here, far from this crazy world I brought you into.” Staring at her face, I climb in the space next to her and lie down, wondering if I would actually be able to let her go in the end.

There was simply nothing normal about him, so of course breaking into a woman's house wasn't considered a crime in his dictionary. "Then what is?" "Obsession." The answer came so easily it stole the next breath from my lungs. His head tilted slightly. "I'm obsessed with everything about you, Little Cub." His gaze lingered on mine. "Every breath. Every sound. Every sweet little treat you put between those pretty lips." My stomach tightened. "You're insane." "Already covered that." I hated how I almost smiled. I chewed the inside of my jaw, forcing myself to focus on something other than him

For one terrifying heartbeat I thought he was going to crush Romano’s windpipe right there. I moved closer, voice shaking but steady. “Matteo—he wants this. He wants you angry and distracted. Don’t give him that.” Matteo’s head turned just enough for our eyes to meet. In that split second I saw it all: the fury, the exhaustion of carrying an empire, the raw fear for me buried under layers of control. And beneath it, something hotter. Hungrier. Like I was the only thing still anchoring him. Romano used the moment.

"Can't you hear how insane that sounds? You went there to stake a claim on me like I'm property! Like I'm something to be owned!" "Because if they do come near you," he continues like I haven't spoken, "I'll make sure I pluck out their eyes if I need to. I'll make sure they understand what happens when someone tries to take what's mine." "This isn't desire!" I'm hitting the dashboard now with my fists. Not hard enough to hurt myself, just needing to do something with all this rage. "This isn't a mate bond! This is obsession! You're turning mad, Dante! You're losing your mind and you're dragging me down with you! Leave me alone! I don't want you!"

Absolutely not. He isn't like that. He's many things — bossy, rude, a walking thundercloud — but not unsafe. If he ever had wrong intentions, he'd had plenty of opportunities in the last four years. He could've gotten rid of me in seventeen different ways and no one would've questioned it. Still… I grabbed my pocket knife and slipped it into my pajama pocket. Just in case. 0.00001% paranoia is still paranoia, and my life hadn't exactly been a training ground for trusting people blindly.

After I do that, he will never want to leave my side and he will see just how much he wants to be with me. My feelings for him had never changed but rather grew even stronger for him since the night we spent together at his apartment. It was just, I could not wait any longer. I needed to be with him; I needed him to be mine, once and for all. This whole thing had to stop. I never go for guys shorter than me but there was something about Callum that just made my cl*t f*cking throb. The more I thought about him, the more fascinated I became. His flaws and my fascination with him had grown into an obsession. My frustration and obsession had turned into lust. I just could not stop thinking about