Concealed with Obsession

PROLOGUE

A little bit older,
A black leather jacket,
A bad reputation,
Insatiable habits.

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What would you feel when the person whom you trusted the most in your life turns out to be a lier?

This is exactly what happened.

He sits in front of me just like a king, keeping one leg on his another and sipping a glass of wine while I am tied up to a chair.

His eyes locked to mine with an intense and mysterious fascination.

The tension in the air becomes palpable, and I can't help but wonder what his motives are.

His gaze is piercing and unwavering, as if he's trying to unravel the depths of my soul.

The intensity in his eyes is captivating yet unsettling, leaving me with a mix of curiosity and unease.

It's as if he knows something that I don't.

And I can't help but feel a shiver run down my spine.

My eyes burn with anger, like a raging fire fueled by frustration and resentment.

The intensity in my gaze is unmistakable, as if I could unleash a storm of fury at any moment.

I feel betrayed by him.

He should have trusted me and told me truth.

I loved him.

I would never leave him.

But why would he tell?

He had his own fantasies and desires.

Everything was a lie.

He finishes his wine and stands up and marches towards me.

His muscular figure hides my petite body as he puts both of his hands on the arms of my chair and leans down, caging me in.

I protested my best to speak and move my limbs but the tape on my mouth and rope tied on my hands and feet didn't help.

"Oh meri Mithiye, I didn't bring you here to let you go."

(Oh my sweetheart)

He holds my neck aggressively and traces my jaw line to face upwards.

He grabs the end of the tape on my mouth and removes it in one go.

But before I could respond all I could feel was his lips on mine.

"So perfect" he whispers.

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Are you excited?