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It started with a joke.
"How much did you pay for those pants?" I teased.
He arched a brow. "Why?"
"At my place..." I smiled wickedly. "They're 100% off."
That was all it took. His eyes darkened, his voice dropped, and suddenly, words weren't enough anymore.
"If you were drugs," I whispered, "I'd overdose."
He leaned closer, desperate. "Then take me... until there's nothing left."
What began as playful banter spiraled into something darker-lust tangled with obsession, desire sharpened into danger. He wasn't just hungry for me. He wanted to consume me.
And I let him.
Until I learned that obsession burns hotter than love... and twice as fast.