Page 24 of Restless Obsession

“I’m not a good man, Lucy Rae. I’m fucked up. I have no sense of boundaries on a regular day with what I do for work, but much, much less when it comes to you,” he warned.

The truth in his words should have turned my blood ice cold but instead made me hotter.

Needier.

Hornier.

It could have been easy to try what most of society would have deemed the right thing to do. To push him away. To tell him to leave. I knew deep down in my bones if I said something as easy as no or leave, he would do just that, and I wouldn’t see him again.

A sane person, a normal person, would have done that.

Would have wanted to be left alone, not deal with whatever possessive and overly obsessive thing lived inside Victor to drive him to not only subscribe and pay for my time to talk one-on-one but to figure out where I lived and move in next door.

That’s when it hit me.

He’d done that. That hadn’t just been a coincidence. It couldn’t be. Slowly, my head turned, looking at my office through new eyes. Maybe even my entire apartment. Did he have other ways of knowing what I was up to? Cameras in my place?

“I see my sunshine’s getting it now.”

“Victor—“

“You call me daddy when we’re about to play,” he interrupted, the tone in his voice not leaving any room for argument.

I swallowed hard, trying to keep my breathing at a steady pace, but I knew he could see the pulse point at my neck thump, thump, thump way too hard and quick for it to be calm.

“Is that what’s going to happen? We’re going to play, Daddy?” I asked, pulling my head up higher, my chin proud and almost defiant. Slightly bratty.

“Oh, pretty girl.” His beautiful lips quirked up into a breathtaking, panty-melting smile full of promise. “We most definitely are.” He took a seat on my desk chair. My brows bunched and lips parted.

“Why are you so far away?” I asked, licking my red-painted lips.

“Baby girl, I warned you. I told you what would happen if I so much as hold your hand. Weren’t you paying attention, Lucy?”

“I was but—“ I started to say, but a brow rose on his face, and my voice softened. “There’s no way you can know that.” I had no idea why I was pressing the issue.

I had fallen in love with the man before I’d known what he looked like.

Before I knew how madly obsessed he was with me.

And finding out the lengths, or some of them, that he’d gone to? Moving in next door? Meeting me? It only made me fall harder and crave everything he was offering.

“I touch you, that’s it.”

“Maybe—“

“Maybe it’s time for you to get nice and comfortable in bed before I say fuck it and pull you over my knee and punish you for talking back,” he growled, pointing to the bed. I shuddered.

“You’re really not going to touch me?”

“Not until you tell me you’re mine.” My shoulders dropped in disappointment. I squirmed, pressing my legs together to find some kind of relief.

“But, Daddy—“ I started to whine, but he shook his head.

“Get comfortable, Sunshine, and show daddy how much you’ve been thinking about him today,” he ordered.

And like a good girl, I did as I was told.

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