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The fact that she was my stepbrother’s girl and young and pure didn’t stop my obsession from growing deeper and more twisted. It had begun with the need to ruin my stepbrother. Instead, it ruined us all. She and I drifted apart until she became a ghost of my past. I thought it was the end.
Years later, we clash once more and with it, blooms the sick fixation from its dark corner. Now, it’s deadlier because there’s nothing holding me back from making her mine.
Nothing except the truth.
This utter fascination… ormaniaI have for her has a scary dark side. The man I become is vindictive, destructive, and villainous.
I want to resist the intangible pull between us but being around her constantly, it’s damn near fucking impossible. And if I let myself have her—like I’ve always longed—I’ll crush her already broken and fragile heart.
I’d rather die a thousand deaths before I hurt her.
So, I let her believe she’s just another woman, when the truth is she’s the first and only one I’ve dated—fake or otherwise—in my miserable thirty-five years of existence. The only woman I’ve wanted to spoil. The only one to make me delirious with lust and possessiveness.
Even though it’s unhealthy and dangerous to continue this arrangement of ours, I can’t walk away. Bringing her to Paris wasn’t a spontaneous decision, it was quite the opposite and left me staggering as well.
It’s like my mind’s floodgate has opened and every little memory I possess of Bianca, whether good or bad, is resurfacing without my control. I was sitting in my office when one of her private conversations with Niall flickered in my mind. It was hazy and incomplete, but her soft voice expressing her dream destination being Paris had stuck to me ever since.
Despite warring with myself that I shouldn’t give a fuck and it was a terrible idea, my hands had already been typing to my assistant to book our flight. After seeing the breathtaking look in her eyes, I knew it was worth it. Though the engagement ring was just an excuse, my real intent to bring her here is entirely deviant.
The wait, almost killing and heightening my excitement for tonight.
I had gone to check on her in the bedroom a while ago, only to find her sleeping peacefully. The jet lag must have made her tired because even though I had ordered her to rest on the plane, she had stubbornly refused.
I’m not going to lie, it was entertaining and arousing as hell to mercilessly tease her.
We arrived around twelve and now it’s a little after three, which means I need to wake her if we want to make it to our appointment at the jewelry store. While she had slept, I had gone through my important emails so I wouldn’t be disturbed for the rest of our stay unless it’s urgent. Switching off my laptop, I walk in the direction of the bedroom.
She’s still out, lying on her stomach with her right leg hitched high so her black thong is peeking out. In an instant, my dick is hard and begging for attention from her. It would be so easy to slip that tiny lace down her thighs or just shove it to the side and wake her up with my cock inside her.
Because I can still taste her on my tongue from that night at the club.
Can still hear the sounds she made and how she grinded her pussy against my mouth, silently begging for more.
She has no clue how I’d jerked myself off as soon as I’d gotten home while it replayed in my head. Especially her teasing voice whispering…I already let you in a long time ago, Dash.
Truer words have never been said.
As though she can sense my presence subconsciously, she turns onto her back and gives me a view of her stunning face. The features, so striking with a natural blush to her sharply cut cheekbones. My favorite part are her sharp brown eyes, now closed but when gazing at me, they reveal every emotion in her heart.
Every inch of her is perfect and delicate.
Every inch of her—mine.
Inching closer, I tuck her hair behind her ear and she leans into my palm with a sigh. The simple gesture, spreading warmth and rising protectiveness for her through my chest. I trace her lip with my finger, then lower it to move along her collarbone where I can see my love bite sitting proudly.
Something had come over me when she’d called me darling and I’d lost it.
I’d almost begged her to say it again because it felt real, like she meant it.
If I don’t fuck her soon, I’m going to lose my sanity. She has already driven me to the edge and I’m constantly distracted with the filthy visions of her my mind conjures. Visions that if I told her, will have her bright red and running for the hills.
Her defiant glare when I boss her around makes me want to fill her mouth with my cock shoved down her throat. Every time she walks around in tiny shorts and a loose shirt falling off one shoulder, I want to bend her over the nearest surface and fuck her without mercy. And just when she thinks it’s over, I want to do it all over again until she forgets her own name.
It’s not even close to the other depraved filth I want to do to her.
Like treating her as my whore after the way her eyes begged me that night. That soft, curious, and innocent curiosity tightening her body had me spellbound. She awoke a primal fiend inside me that craves to corrupt her. And had her friend not interrupted, Bianca would have said yes. It was on the tip of her tongue and I could taste it.
Those stupid rules of hers are the only things holding me back. However, it won’t be long before I have her begging. Besides, it’s fun to watch her squirm and resist me as much as it is torture.
