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“Because I don’t want her anywhere near a man who drugged and attacked me!” “If that’s true, if you’re really that afraid of him, why do you keep asking about him? About where he is, what he’s doing, if Maya’s heard from him.” I watch her face carefully. “That’s not the behavior of someone who’s traumatized. That’s the behavior of someone who’s obsessed.” Sophie’s jaw clenches. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Don’t I? I know obsession when I see it. I know manipulation.” I step closer. “I know what it looks like when someone wants something they can’t have and will destroy everything to get it.”

She just had to respond to her with her angry mood. "I have always said it and now I know I have enemies everywhere. People don't want my progress. You all are supposed to be happy for me but instead, you threw me hate speech. Don't worry, I will prove it. He is mine and if I can't have him, no one will. Yes, no one will." She ranted like a person who had a quarrel with an opponent but in these current situation, no one had actually made trouble with her. It was obvious that she was running insane without her notice.

I am aching for her. I spend my day trying not to think about her sexy body and her huge tits. I have always been obsessed with tits. She let me suckle her as long as I wanted. I want to just hold her tit in my mouth while I fuck her pussy. I have to stop thinking about her while I am at work. I cannot have a hard cock while I am standing by the pool, passing out towels. I have never been this happy to see the next shift coming to relieve me. I want to go back to her. I want to dive into her and stay there forever. I need to touch her. What the fuck is wrong with me?

he whispered, his voice hoarse. He didn't know how to explode, how to shout that can let all the suffocating feelings out of him. He needed to bang his head on a wall or something, He so wanted to go berserk and destroy every living thing. Even if he had spent just four years of his early life with his mother, he knew how vile his mother could be, he knew all that she fed him with when he was still a kid. He was made to eat liver that had dark blood on it, he was made to feed on skins.

he cursed, his voice echoing off the walls of the empty self-storage room. "Where are the kids?" he demanded over the phone, his voice heavy and menacing. The voice on the other end stuttered, "I'm keeping watch over them, but what are you going to do to them?" Marcus sneered, "What I do to them is none of your fucking business." He cursed, his anger boiling over. "Stand guard, don't let her ever suspect you're the suspect, and don't you dare go against me." With that, he cut the call, his mind racing with his next move.

he laughed again. "Why do you keep saying sex? It's make love baby. Sex is just for whore. We love each other so it's make love." he's laughing a little still, but he stands up and go to my place. He hugged me so tight. "I love you, I love you, I love you… And our baby too…" he whispered to my ear. He hold my hands and played a little. "You know that there's so many bad things happened into our life, Specifically to the both of us. I made so many bad things to the point that I become obsessed and stalked you… You're not the only one who called me psycho because I really am… There's this five men that I nearly killed because they betrayed me. I almost lose my sister and that's the start why I

I’d rather have him hating me to the point of wanting me dead than continuing to waste his life being obsessed with a woman who belonged to someone else. Hate was something a person could get over. Hate was an emotion you could move away from, given enough time and distance. But obsession? It was like a drug. I knew that better than anyone. I had watched it destroy Max, and I had felt it simmering in my own blood for Damon. No matter how hard you tried to kick the habit, that obsession would burn just as strong four years later the moment you saw them again. “So… I truly… held no chance then,” he scoffed, his head falling back against the pillow as he looked away toward the window again.

“Because you said he ran from Beth and ran straight to you. He was confused, fighting something. He wants you everywhere, but is it you he’s obsessed with, or is it the escape? The forbidden thrill?” Maya added, more cautiously, “Yeah, Reinna. You said he’s possessive. That’s a red flag. Does he love you, or does he just love the control and the amazing sex you give him? Because if he was fighting it so hard, maybe he’s still fighting the idea of falling in love with his step-sister, and the love he confessed is really just the crazy lust.” The words hit me like a physical punch. I felt all the blood drain from my face.

The simple word, typed in stark white against the black screen, held a universe of pain, a lifetime of self-doubt. "You've got me messed up in ways I don't even have names for." Before she could fully process the weight of that confession, another message arrived, each word a hammer blow to her carefully constructed defenses,threat-ening to shatter them completely. Johnny: "When you talk to someone else, I feel it in my teeth." Jealousy, raw and possessive, dripped from the words, a primal instinct laid bare. "When you smile at someone else, I lose my damn mind."