Devious Obsession

by S. Massery

“You have a safe word, little viper.” “Why do you call me that?” He chuckles. “Because you’re going to be the death of me.”

“Because you’re beautiful. Because you’re sin. Because you’re a distraction. And I’ve never hated anyone more than you,” he confesses. He leans forward and presses his lips to my chest.

“You are going to talk about this, Aspen. Because knowing what happened to you lets me inside you just a little bit more—and I won’t stop until I’m buried so deep in your bones that I’m impossible to remove.”

“Because obsession and love are the same fucking thing. And I’ve been obsessed with you from the start.”