Shadowed Obsession

by Evelyn Leigh

Fuck you, Scar.

On your command.

Is that a threat?

A promise.

I’m a man of my word. You’ll see.

I’ve learned how to navigate therapy, and censoring myself is key since I’d prefer to avoid grippy socks and handcuffs. Unless I consent to using them, of course.

Lmao

I wonder if she knows that her eyes can ruin a man’s resolve. If death looks this fucking beautiful, I may reconsider.

“You tell me. You’re the one who broke into my fucking house.” “I did not break in. I have a key. If anything, I’m a guest here. Is this how you treat houseguests, Deirdre?”

A twinge in my right arm grabs my attention, and I instinctively graze the area. My fingers dampen at the contact. My body stills at the realization, and she stares at me expectantly. She fucking shot me.

I’ll admit I hadn’t considered that she’d really shoot me until she actually did. Silly me for thinking all of our inside jokes meant she changed her mind.

It’s possible that Scar’s obsessive personality is his dark secret. Either way, something is fucking off with him. For starters, I shot him and he came back.

It’s safe to say the dark romance novels I’ve been reading have fucked with my logical thinking. Either that or the bar is in hell. It’s definitely in hell.

“What do I need to do to keep you from breaking into my house?” I finally ask, realizing this motherfucker might insist I clear out a drawer for him instead. He snorts before saying, “Simple. Either aim for the head or invite me in.”

I’m not a stalker, I’m a licensed professional. If anything, I am legally allowed to stalk for a purpose.

I fought against my relatives on the board for all Divin employees who menstruate to have paid menstrual leave and won.

Queeeeeen

Are those celosias? On a Thursday? Oh my God.

If dangerous pleasure is her nightly craving, it’d be rude not to offer a taste. It’s her birthday after all, and I promised surprises.

“Doe. Don’t make me chase you, ’cause you can’t outrun me.”

My index swipes to open the thread, and it’s a photo of him in his balaclava. A familiar sight, however, it’s rolled up to his nose with a pair of…I zoom in to make sure my eyes aren’t deceiving me, because that can’t be panties in this man’s mouth. Surely, not the panties I haven’t been able to find recently.

“I do, but I am having a hard time accepting that may not be possible,” she says softly. “And why is that?” “Many reasons. Like the man who stalks me,” she quips, pulling from my grasp to sit up. I miss the contact immediately, as if her touch soothes me in the same way. Enough of that, I think, returning to the conversation with a comeback in hopes of lightening the mood. “I disagree. If a baby is what you want, I could provide. So, that’s not a valid reason,”

Scar’s cologne envelops me, and I’m convinced I’m still asleep, but I blink my eyes open to find that I’m lying on his chest. A large hand rests on my lower back, the other holding my e-reader. The title atop the screen reveals it’s a why choose novel. One of the filthiest ones in my possession, and here he is just eating it up.

Of course, his dick is big. It better had been with his fucking attitude.

“First off, I have ten minutes left in this chapter, and they’re about to fuck,” he says, seriousness in his tone. “She has three holes and there are five guys,” he informs me, using his fingers to emphasize each number, and I resist the urge to laugh. “I’m invested and need to know how this is going to work.”

“Gracias.” “I could teach you better Spanish than that, but you’d have to be a good girl, and you’re not,”

“I could show you what a good girl I am, but you’d have to stop breaking into my house and you won’t,”

“I’d like to run you a bath before I go. Do you like your water at a temperature that compares to hell? Most women do.”

“Hi, Doe. I’m going to play with you while you focus on your work, because you’re a good girl and you wouldn't want anyone to know that you have a toy inside you that I’m controlling, right?”

“I don’t trust you to keep quiet, Doe. Especially since I’ve heard just how loud you can get by yourself. Would you let me gag you with those panties? You wouldn’t want anyone to know you’re so desperate to be tongue-fucked that you can’t even wait to clock out,”

“If you wanted me dead, you’d have already made that call, but you want me to fill you so badly. Is that because you know I’ll give you exactly what you need? What you’re afraid to ask for?

“How would it make you feel to know I’m in your bed right now stroking my dick? Hmm. Would you like that, Doe? To watch me for a change?”

“Since you aren’t here, I’ll paint the picture. I’m in the same spot you were in when I watched you squirt for the first time. Do you know what I would’ve done if I’d been there? I’d lap up every fucking drop of the mess you made for me. Coño,”

“I’d curl my fingers inside of you until you drenched my fucking beard. I’d quench my thirst and coax another orgasm out of you. A greedy girl like yourself would love that, wouldn’t you?”

“Are you going to come at your desk for me, baby? You have to stay quiet if you want to be rewarded. Come for me, Doe. Fall apart on my dick. Please?”

Does his mother know she raised a fucking villain?

I see a greedy girl in need of my attention.

“You’re taking it so well, baby,”

Either this book has got me hot, or lawn mowing is sexy when he does it.

The masked man shit isn’t sustainable, you know? You still want to fuck me and have never seen my face. I’d say it’s working well for me so far.

I can’t have the Hales taken out by the fucking Cartel. Can I? No. I definitely can’t.

“Really? After all we’ve been through? You scream when you see me?”

makes me feel better about my chances. She’s let me bring her to orgasm, but that’s vastly different from dating me in public, where I can’t wear a mask. Unless we rob a bank.

When he doesn’t turn away, Scar jolts toward him, and Xavier scurries down a nearby alley until he disappears from view.

“Like I said, you can’t outrun me, Doe.”

I’m a finder, and that’s what I meant when I said it’s my job to know things.” “And what do you know about me?” I tease. “Everything I could learn without asking.” “What do you wish you knew?" “What you taste like,"

“You’re going to come for me as many times as you need to. ¿Tu me entiendes?”

“Show me what a good girl you can be with your mouth full,”

“Make yourself feel good, Doe. Rub that pretty fucking pussy with my dick in your throat,”

I prefer to keep you on your toes when I’m not curling them,”

The valet continues unsuspectingly pressing the button with his back to her.

“Don’t do that, Doe,” he warns. “You’re supposed to keep quiet. You wouldn’t want anybody finding out that you like to be my little slut? So needy that you want me to fill you when anyone could just walk in.”