Brutal Obsession

by S. Massery

To the dark ones who make our fantasies come to life

Greyson wanted me to inform you that he does not grovel. Under any circumstances.

Money and good looks will help people get away with just about anything.

A widely known fact about me: I don’t like surprises. I’m jumpy. I make unholy noises. My face gets beet red, and my body gets hot and tingly, and sometimes I feel like I’ve run out of air.

Either way, I’m enjoying this much more than I should be. This close, she feels electric. I know, it sounds insane. But there’s something immensely satisfying about it. About her.

Oh, I think I like touching this girl. She shivers, glowering at me like her expression will get me to back off. It’s a nice try—it might work on lesser men.

I can’t wait to see how she looks when she breaks.

He’s the hotshot no one can shut up about. My friends are obsessed with hockey.

Although when I think of a blonde on her knees in front of me, it isn’t Paris who I picture. That’s how I know I’m in trouble.

This is what I wanted. But the thought of Erik putting his hands on her—or worse, talking to her? No fucking way.

Love is overrated. I want to torment her until she breaks.

“This is what I want,” he breathes. “I didn’t know it until just now. But your fear is better than any drug. I thought I wanted to torment you. But now I just want this. Over and over again.”

My obsession with her is getting worse. I can’t stop thinking about her. Bloody. Bruised. Brutalized. I want to push my limits, yes, but I want to push her limits. See how far I can take things until we both crumble.

I shouldn’t want Greyson, of all people. He’s vile and twisted and probably a psychopath. My lungs ache just from remembering our last encounter. And… ugh. I’ve been turned on by thinking about it, too.

I’ve never been possessive over someone before—certainly not a girl. Certainly not one like Violet.

Maybe because she’s finally realizing she’s the prey and I’m the predator. And even though I promised to cut her free, beasts like me don’t tell the truth. She walked into my trap, and now she’s mine. Fuck it.

I don’t give a shit if she cries, but I do want to drill into her in more than one way. Her mouth, yes. Her mind? Abso-fucking-lutely.

“That was the last dick you’re ever going to touch that isn’t mine,” I inform her.

And his words. The expression on his face. He was a man possessed… And I have a feeling it’s my fault. Somehow, I intrigue him. I caught the attention of whatever demons lurk under Greyson’s skin.

I don’t like chaos, I don’t like uncertainty. And Violet is the biggest uncertainty I’ve faced. She’s unpredictable.

I’ll make sure the whole fucking world knows Violet belongs to me.

“I don’t have to fucking like you to own you. There’s no affection between us. You’re mine. Your mouth is mine. Your cunt is mine. Every fucking thought that runs through your head belongs to me.”

“If you’re going downstairs, I want everyone to know that you were just thoroughly fucked. I want them to smell it on your skin and see it in the flush in your cheeks. I want them to know my cum is seeping out of your cunt.”

“Watch the movie, Vi.”

Why do girls always go for the bad guy?

I don’t think I can change him. I don’t think I want to—in fact, I’d be happy if I never had anything to do with him ever again. If we walked away right now, I’d accept it. No, Violet. That’s a fucking lie.

Hope is this dangerous thing. It’s quiet and warm and it stays locked away until we feed it, and then it bursts into flame. It can consume us.

The man is possessive with a capital P.

Greyson is obsessed with me. It came out of nowhere—and I think my reaction to him has put my feelings into perspective, too. I’m not obsessed… but I am curious. And turned on. Shit.

Anger doesn’t count. Shame doesn’t count. Twisted hate. His brutal obsession. It’s all meaningless, because it won’t protect either of us.

ears. I want so many fucking things from her. I want everything.

Her taste is sweet, unlike anything I’ve sampled before. I don’t know why she’s like a drug to me.

“Good girl,”

What he doesn’t know is that he’s been digging his grave in my chest for weeks, and me in his. We’re going to trade one day. My heart for his. An even exchange.

I’ve got to wonder if there’s room for hate and love in the same space. In us. I don’t know if I want to consider it. Leaning into the hate seems a lot less scary.

I don’t like that Violet is pulling my strings—and soon enough, the charade we’re building is going to crash down around us.

He wanted to take what’s mine. He wanted to hurt her in the worst way he could think of. He wanted to steal and take and destroy her. But she has a meaner, scarier, crazier stalker. Me. And I’ll protect her with every breath in my body.

“Even if you hadn’t come along, as you said…” He gets even closer. “Even then, we were destined to find each other.”

She smiles. Smiles. Goddamn, she’s beautiful.

“When I break you, it won’t be your leg. Or your ribs. Or your vocal cords. It’s your mind I’m after, Violet. Your mind and your soul, because that black heart that beats behind your ribcage? That already belongs to me.”

“I’m fucking telling you, Vi. It’s you and me. Only us. I’m not letting anyone or anything come between us again. You can count on that.”

Who are we? We should be enemies. We were, until he decided that we weren’t.

He’s beautiful, and I kind of hate it.

“I think I’m addicted to you.” I slick the water out of my eyes and rotate, rinsing away the soap. “Here’s a secret.” He winds his arms around me, pulling me against his chest. “I’m addicted to you, too.”

And that’s exactly what I want. I want to get so close to Violet, I inhabit her skin. I want to wear her scent on my clothes. I want to lock her away so no man ever fucking looks at her again.

“I want to see you at your worst,” he replies. “And your best. And everything in between.”

“See? You’re as bloodthirsty as me. Another reason why I love you.” I freeze. “Love?” I choke out. He grimaces. “Not romantic enough? Fine. I’ll tell you in other ways… tonight. After my hat trick.” He puts his lips next to my ear. “I’m looking forward to seeing you naked on our kitchen table.”

But at the end of the day, she stopped talking to me because of the drugs. No other reason is necessary.

Who knows what sort of people she’s been with, and in what sort of situations… drug dealers aren’t exactly known to be safe people. I hate that for her. I really do.

“Kiss me, would you?” He chuckles. “I will. But I’m too busy imagining all of the demons that live under your skin, and how I’m going to make every single one of their dreams come true. You’re just as twisted as I am. Excuse me for taking a minute to compose myself… or else I’ll rip your clothes off right here and show you how much I appreciate that sentiment.”