Unholy desires

Chapter 2

The next few weeks blurred into a feverish whirlwind of passion and danger. Lisa consumed Jennie, just as she had promised, pulling her deeper into a world where control wasn’t just a desire—it was an unspoken law. Every moment Jennie spent with Lisa felt like she was teetering on the edge of a cliff, ready to fall into the darkness below. But with each fall, she felt more alive than she ever had.

Lisa’s possessiveness was magnetic, intoxicating in ways Jennie never knew she could crave. She had never experienced love or lust this way—a raw, unfiltered need that bordered on obsession. Lisa didn’t just want Jennie, she *owned* her. The way her eyes tracked Jennie’s every movement, how she demanded to know where Jennie was at all times—it should have been suffocating. But instead, Jennie found herself addicted to it.

No one had ever wanted her the way Lisa did.

No one had ever made her feel like she *needed* them the way Lisa did.

And that terrified her.

They spent their nights together, locked away in the dimly lit corners of *Velvet Sin* or in Lisa’s sleek, minimalist apartment, where the city skyline glowed like a forgotten promise through the wide windows. Jennie learned to recognize the shifts in Lisa’s mood—the way her playful smirk could darken into something far more dangerous with the smallest provocation.

But there were softer moments too, ones where Lisa’s dangerous edge faded for just a flicker of time. Late at night, when the world outside was quiet and the only sound was their shared breaths, Lisa would hold Jennie close, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on Jennie’s skin. She never said it outright, but in those moments, Jennie could feel it—the vulnerability hidden beneath Lisa’s dangerous exterior.

One night, as they lay tangled together in Lisa’s bed, Jennie dared to ask the question that had been gnawing at her.

“Why me?”

Lisa was quiet for a long moment, her fingers stilling on Jennie’s arm. When she finally spoke, her voice was softer than Jennie had ever heard it. “Because you’re different.”

Jennie frowned, turning slightly to look at Lisa. “What does that mean?”

Lisa’s eyes were unreadable as they locked onto Jennie’s. “It means you don’t just follow the rules. You make your own. I can see it in you, even if you don’t see it yourself.” Her fingers trailed up to Jennie’s cheek, brushing a strand of hair away. “Most people I meet… they bend. They break. But you—” She paused, her voice dipping into something darker. “You’re strong enough to handle me.”

Jennie’s heart raced at the intensity of Lisa’s words, but there was something else—something unspoken that lingered just beneath the surface. “Is that all this is? You think I’m some kind of challenge?”

Lisa’s lips curved into a slow smile, but there was no humor in her eyes. “No, Jennie. You’re not a challenge. You’re my addiction.”

The admission hit Jennie like a punch to the gut, sending a rush of heat and fear through her. Lisa wasn’t playing a game. This wasn’t some fleeting affair or a dangerous flirtation. It was much more than that. Jennie wasn’t just someone Lisa wanted.

She was someone Lisa *needed.*

And that realization made Jennie feel both powerful and powerless all at once.

***

The possessiveness that Lisa had warned Jennie about became more palpable with every passing day. It wasn’t just in the way Lisa touched her or kissed her like she was the only thing that mattered in the world. It was in the way Lisa watched her with those intense, dark eyes, like a hawk circling its prey, waiting for the moment Jennie might slip away.

Lisa’s control over her life tightened, slowly at first, then more blatantly. She would call at unexpected hours, always demanding to know where Jennie was, who she was with. At first, it felt thrilling—Lisa cared, Lisa wanted her. But as time went on, Jennie began to feel the weight of it.

One evening, Jennie had plans to meet with an old friend from her university days, someone who had nothing to do with the underworld she now inhabited. She hadn’t told Lisa about it. It wasn’t like she needed to report every detail of her life to her, right?

But halfway through dinner, her phone buzzed. The text was short and chilling.

*Where are you?*

Jennie stared at the screen, her heartbeat quickening. She hadn’t told Lisa because she didn’t want to provoke the possessiveness she knew would follow. But somehow, Lisa always knew. Taking a deep breath, she typed a quick reply, trying to keep things casual.

*Just having dinner with a friend.*

Almost immediately, her phone buzzed again.

*Come to my place. Now.*

Jennie’s stomach twisted as she read the message. She looked across the table at her friend, who was laughing about something that now seemed so distant, so irrelevant. Jennie tried to focus, tried to pretend she was still a part of this normal world. But Lisa’s message hung in her mind like a threat she couldn’t ignore.

“I—I think I need to go,” Jennie said abruptly, standing up and grabbing her bag.

Her friend looked at her, confused. “What? You’re leaving already? Everything okay?”

Jennie forced a smile, though her heart raced with anxiety. “Yeah, sorry. Something came up.”

As she rushed out of the restaurant, her phone buzzed again.

*Don’t make me wait.*

***

When Jennie arrived at Lisa’s apartment, she found the door already unlocked. A chill ran down her spine as she stepped inside, the darkness of the apartment feeling heavier than usual. The city lights outside cast long shadows across the room, and Lisa stood near the windows, her silhouette framed by the night.

She didn’t turn around when Jennie entered.

“You didn’t tell me you had plans tonight,” Lisa’s voice was quiet, too quiet, and it sent a wave of unease through Jennie.

“I didn’t think I needed to tell you,” Jennie said carefully, stepping closer but stopping when she saw the tension in Lisa’s shoulders.

Lisa turned then, her eyes dark and stormy, a dangerous fire burning beneath the surface. “You didn’t think you needed to tell me,” she repeated, her voice low, laced with something sharp.

Jennie swallowed, her pulse racing. “Lisa, it was just dinner with a friend. It’s not like I was doing anything wrong.”

Lisa’s jaw tightened, her eyes narrowing. “You don’t get it, do you?” She stepped forward, closing the distance between them in a heartbeat. “You’re mine, Jennie. That means there are no secrets. No excuses. You belong to me. Do you understand that?”

Jennie felt her breath catch in her throat. She had always known Lisa was possessive, but this—this was something darker, something more dangerous than she had anticipated.

“I—” Jennie’s voice faltered as Lisa’s hand cupped her chin, forcing her to meet those intense, burning eyes. “Lisa, I’m not trying to keep secrets from you. I just—”

“You just what?” Lisa’s voice was a growl now, the fire in her eyes blazing as her grip tightened slightly. “You think you can live in two worlds, Jennie? That you can be with me and still pretend to be the perfect little princess with your friends?” She leaned in, her lips brushing against Jennie’s ear as she whispered, “You don’t get to have both.”

The words sent a chill down Jennie’s spine, and for the first time, real fear settled in her chest.

“You’re mine,” Lisa repeated, her voice a deadly promise. “And I don’t share.”

Jennie’s pulse quickened, her mind racing as Lisa’s possessiveness wrapped around her like a vice, tightening with every second. And in that moment, Jennie realized just how deep she had fallen into Lisa’s world.

A world she might never escape.

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