Lethal Infatuation | 18+
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Last published Mon, Jun 22, 2026
What should've been just one night of surrendering to my desires turned into an endless stream of obsession. A deadly obsession. A sickening, mind-numbing obsession. She coursed through my veins, spreading rapidly like venom. She was my very own poison.
She was my savior and my downfall.
She was everything that I've ever dreamed of, everything I've ever wanted. Her taste lingered on my tongue, her scent haunted me every day, and her siren eyes were imprinted into my memory forever.
She shouldn't have left me, she shouldn't have created this insatiable craving that couldn't be relinquished.
Despite her attempt at trying to run from me, there wasn't a corner of this Earth that she could hide in because I'd always find her. Wherever she went, I'd be right behind her. Chasing her. Hunting her. Yearning for her.
Becoming infatuated with the seductress wasn't on my agenda. I didn't plan on being sucked into her world but here I was, on my knees for a woman who pushed me away every chance she got.
I burned for her and I'd burn the world for her. She controlled my heart, mind, body, and soul.
And the worst part was, I wouldn't have it any other way.
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