He's trapped me in his sights.
Waiting to consume me.
He wants to awaken the darkness inside me.
Possess it and own me.
Damon West is bad news.
He might appear charming on the outside.
But that's only a mask he wears to hide the true predator inside...
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Obsession.
I've never felt anything so powerful, so strong, so consuming.
I've never had a lasting interest in anything or anyone to care.
And it's all because of her.
Jessica.
The need to own her, all of her, courses through my veins; it's stronger than the need to breathe air.
She told me she's mine, fucking mine.
I've never felt the type of emotions that have washed through me.
Relief.
Fucking happiness.
I'm in over my head with this girl, fucking drowning in her.
She's the queen in my game, my most powerful piece.
"Sit down," I order.
She looks perfect wrapped up in my clothes. I gave her a pair of grey sweatpants that are basically falling off her hips. I needed to cover her up so I could drag her downstairs to eat. My T-shirt covers most of her, but there's no way in hell I would let the house staff get a view of her beautiful, tanned legs.
"You're cooking?" she giggles. "Don't you have, like, a chef or something?"
We do have a chef, but I want to do something nice for her, so I sent him away. Do I know how to cook? Not in the slightest, but how hard could it be?
Her gaze follows me as I make my way around the kitchen, gathering ingredients so we can eat.
Bacon, eggs, flour, milk, and sugar.
I throw the bacon and eggs in the frying pan and set out to mix the ingredients for the pancakes.
She's been off since she woke up this morning, but as usual, she's trying to keep a brave face. Her smiles are genuine, but I can still see the layer of sadness they cover. She's hurt; I would do anything to take that feeling away from her.
Jess starts giggling as she hops off the stool and comes to stand beside me.
"Such the chef."
"Princess," I warn. "Don't start."
"The bacon looks a little... crispy," she laughs.
I turn my head and glance over at the bacon frying in the pan, and sure enough, it's turning shriveled up. Fuck, I might have found something I'm not actually good at.
Unbelievable.
She starts to move the bacon around in the pan. "See? Just a little less heat."
"Alright, Princess, you've made your point; sit back down."
Her smile is infectious as she approaches me while I stir the pancake batter.
