A Dangerous Obsession
Chapter 15

Chapter 15: Chapter 15

His grip on my throat tightened, his eyes burning into mine with a fierce intensity that made my skin crawl. I swallowed hard; the motion sent my throat sliding through his grasp, igniting a shiver that coursed down my spine. His gaze was unrelenting – two dark, ruby-red pools of pure predator that left me frozen in place.

"I asked you a question, little toy," he whispered, his breath caressing my face. I squeezed my eyes shut, heaving a shaky sigh as I struggled to calm my racing heart. I wanted to speak, to say something—anything. But words refused to form on my lips; my voice was trapped, suffocated beneath his chilling grip, which tightened with every silent moment.

His fingers traced the curve of my neck, and I flinched, a sharp gasp escaping my lips. "You see," he began, his voice low and husky, "dishonesty bothers me. It makes me wonder what else you’re hiding."

His gaze bored into mine, searching for something—secrets? Whatever it was, it made me feel exposed, and vulnerable.

"I want transparency between us," he continued, his fingers drifting down to the shawl covering my cleavage. "No more secrets, no more lies."

With a swift motion, he pulled the shawl aside, revealing my nightgown-clad body. I gasped, trying to cover myself, but he caught my wrists.

"Don’t hide from me," he whispered, his eyes burning with intensity. "You’re mine now."

I struggled against his grip, but he held fast. Our eyes clashed, and I was paralyzed. His red eyes, dark as the night, bored into mine, hypnotic and unsettling. My gaze drifted to his mouth. They were perfectly sculpted and I watched it slowly curled into a wicked smirk.

"Tell me the truth," he said, his voice dripping with seduction. "What do you feel right now?"

"I-I feel resentment," I stammered.

His smile widened.

"I do not believe you?"

His eyes continue to bore into mine, like they could see right through me. I looked away. "I feel upset."

"I will ask you one more time," he whispered, leaning closer. "How do you feel?"

Trapped in his gaze, I felt my resolve crumbling. I clenched the delicate, silky folds of my nightgown, my fingers trembling. "My heart... it’s racing painfully fast,’ I stammered.

"Is your whole body growing hot, as if embers are burning within you?" He asked, his voice a low, sultry whisper that wrapped around me like velvet. His grip remained firm on my neck, his face leaning closer until his warm breath teased my shoulder. A gasp escaped my lips as his free hand gilded onto my thigh, tracing a leisurely, sensitive path upward, my pulse quickened and my breath snagged in my throat. My heart pounding twice as much. "Is your blood flowing so rapidly that you are unable to control your breathing and your heart feels as if it might burst from your chest?

"Yes..." I huffed out the word, breathless.

He kissed my shoulder, and a tiny whimper escaped my lips. I breathed in his cologne and my head went woozy from his intoxicating scent. I could feel his hard chest against my damp back, and I felt a throbbing sensation between my legs.

"You are so responsive," he whispered, his lips grazing mine in soft, teasing kiss, then another, and then he tilted his head, covering my mouth with his. His tongue traced my bottom lip and It felt like instinct to let him in, to taste me.

The kiss deepened, our tongues swirling together in a slow, sweet caress that gave way to a frantic, fervent strokes that left me gasping, my breath hitching in my throat.

He pulled back, and I drew in a ragged breath, each exhale escaping in a trembling gasp.

"Tell me," he said, his hands releasing my neck and sliding up to cradle my face, his thumbs tracing the curve of my jaw as his gaze met mine. "How does it feel kissing the same male you claim to resent?"

I gritted my teeth at the question, my hands clenched into tight fists. "What do you want from me?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

His gaze never wavered.

"Everything," he whispered. "Your heart, your soul, your loyalty."

His lips brushed against mine, sending sparks through my veins.

"Tonight," he whispered, "I will leave my imprint on you."

I scoffed, glaring daggers at him, fueled by a courage I didn’t know I possessed. I raised my chin, meeting his gaze with a defiance that belied my racing heart.

"No," I said, the word echoing through the heavy silence. "I will not be claimed by you."

The silence that followed was oppressive, stretching out for what felt like eternity. Cold dread twisted a knot in my stomach, and cold sweat trickled down my forehead, beading on my skin like tiny drops of tears.

His eyes lit up with amusement, burning into mine with an unnerving intensity. "I don’t recall asking for your opinion," he said, his voice low, and husky. "You’re mine – my bride, my mate, my property. And I will do whatever I want with you."

"You truly are a demon," I gritted, the words tumbling out through clenched teeth as tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, threatening to spill down my cheeks.

"No, darling," he whispered, his voice low and menacing. "I’m the devil himself." He raised his hands, his fingertips grazing my cheeks as he gently wiped away my tears. "And I will show you just how monstrous I can be," he vowed, his eyes burning with a wicked promise.

He cradled my face, his thumbs gently pressing into my skin as his eyes searched mine. "But not today, You look exhausted," he said, his voice softening into a warm smile. "I’ll leave you to rest." He lifted my hair, his lips brushing against the strands in a tender kiss. His gaze didn’t leave mine even for a split second and I felt like I was getting sucked into it. "Good night, my darling," he whispered, before turning to leave.

The soft click of the door closing behind him was like a trigger, unleashing all the pent up emotions that had been building within me. I slumped to the ground, my heart racing wildly, pounding hard against my ribcage. My fingers clenched into fists, grasping the fabric of my nightgown as if it were a lifeline.