Twisted Passion

"Six years, Noa. Six torturous years that you didn't know I existed. All the while I watched you. Loved you. Wanted you," Cas said with a voice full of longing. His eyes were full of love and desire. A combination that had my heart beating faster.

"W-What?"

"You don't know what it's like to want someone so badly that it consumes your every thought, every breath, every fiber of your being. I want you, Noa. I want you so much, it hurts."

But I didn't want him. I didn't want this. This sick love, this obsession. I wanted to go home. To be free. But he would never let me leave. I hate him so much, it hurts.

As if reading my mind, he speaks again, softer this time. "I don't care if you don't love me. I love you enough for the both of us."

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Noella had bumped into someone on the street, spilling coffee all over their $10,000 suit.
He was handsome, dark, and cold. His ice-cold gaze and equally icy blue eyes had made her heart stop.
But when he suggested she make up for what she had done with her time rather than money, she immediately wanted to run. But it was too late.

Cas was already determined to have her. To keep her. To love her. He wasn't going to let anyone get in the way, even her.