HER OBSESSION

(📍Prision 1974 )

I lay beneath him, his body pressing against mine, warm and heavy.

The room was dim and shadows were moving  on the walls, but my mind wasn't here. It wasn't with him. It never was.

His hands pinned my wrists above my head-firm, rough—like he wanted to remind me that I was his. And maybe I was.

I tilted my head back, letting out a soft moan, knowing it would feed his ego. But deep down, all I could think about was him.

The one I shouldn't think about.

The one I couldn't stop thinking about.

I closed my eyes and let him consume me for just a moment.

The sharp cut of his jaw.

The way his dark eyes burned into me every time they met mine.

The way his voice sent shivers down my spine, even when he wasn't even speaking to me.

He was everything I wanted.

And the only thing I don't have.

"Focus," the voice cut through my haze, sharp and commanding.

His grip tightened, pulling me closer, forcing my attention

"Focus on what you're here for"

I opened my eyes, meeting his smirk. It made my stomach twist--not with desire, but irritation.

He didn't care. Not about my thoughts, my desires, about me.

As long as I played my role perfectly and warmed his bed at night, nothing else mattered.

I dragged my nails across his chest, smirking. "You know what I think, don't you?"

He knows.

His fingers curled around my jaw, forcing me to look at him. His voice dropped, low and dangerous. "I don't care who you think about."

He thrust into me, hard, making me gasp as His grip on my face tightened.

"Think of him all you want," he murmured, more like  taunting me . "It doesn't change the fact that you're here . Beneath me. Doing exactly what I want."

A shiver ran through me---not from pleasure, but from the power he holds . But he knows I have power too.

I smirked through panting breaths, "Even if I imagine him?" I teased, my voice deliberately low. "Even if I wish it were him instead of you?"

For a moment, something flickered in his eyes-anger, or maybe fear? But just as quickly, it was gone, replaced by the same coldness. His grip on my waist tightened, and he thrust into me harder.

"Do you really think he would look at a woman like you?" he sneered, as his fingers digging into my jaw. "A woman who spreads her legs for power, for money, for me?"

He let go of my face with a jerk

I laughed as it was funny hearing it from him . "Aren't you the same?" I spat.

The slap came fast and hard As my head snapped to the side, and the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth.

I barely had time to breathe before he pulled out of me.

I gasped as liquid splashed over my skin, the sharp scent of alcohol filling the air, burning against my heated flesh. My breath hitched, my body shivering from the sudden contrast.

"You’re disgusting," he sneered, towering over me as he zipped up his pants, his laugh was cruel as if taunting. "A man like him will never look at you. Never."

I sat up. Slowly, deliberately, I stood, unashamed and, unaffected.

His jaw clenched as his eyes betrayed him, dragging over every inch of what he claimed to disgust.

Irony.

I stepped closer, my fingers brushing through his hair, tracing down to his sharp jaw. He didn’t stop me.

He never did.

"He will look at me," I whispered, my lips ghosting over his,and my bosom touching his chest, "Just like you do."

His fists curled as I continued

"He will touch me, break me, ruin me—just like you," I breathed, my smirk pressing against his lips. "But it won’t be you."

I tilted my head, my nails trailing down his chest. "And I will go to any end to make that happen."

For the first time, something in his eyes shifted just for a second.

Then, like always, he shoved it down.

And he shoved me away with it.

But I saw it.....