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She was horrifying.

And she touched his cock with that bloody hand like she needed to know she wasn’t the only crazy one here.

How deliciously unpredictable was she?

How darkly captivating was she?

How utterly fucking moronic, too?

Her actions told Locke that danger was not unfamiliar to her. That she learned how to confront it. And now he felt consumed with questions, and the urge to touch that soft, silky skin again.

He walked away because he was familiar with the feeling of fear, and he was afraid. What the fuck, but it was true. He was terrified. Terrified of what it meant to feel that way at the simple sight of a girl with too curious a gaze. A girl that sought him out as she stood in that crowded room, peering into the darkness, searching for him. A girl that needily looked into his eyes, yearning for this monster’s touch even as she looked death in the eye.

Locke didn’t even know her name, but he had let her see his face, and the vehemence in her gaze was like dangling a blood-soaked cloth in front of a bear. He was bloodthirsty, hungry, his body fuelled with desire and newfound purpose.

This fucking girl—he was going to learn every single fucking thing there was to know about her. He was going to dig into her life like a tick, and he was going to burrow deep. In that single moment, the seed of Obsession was born.

He began to walk away, but he did not—would not—could not—let her go.

He stopped at the door, listening intently to her breaths as she continued to pant in the stall. Locke felt another twitch in his body, this one shooting from his chest down to his fingertips. He shoved the gun into the waistband of his pants, the madness urging him to turn back.

This story they were in, it dictated that he let her go. For now. That they unite later on in very similar circumstances. Except…to go for an undetermined amount of time to wonder and pulse and fucking yearn felt ludicrous.

So, fuck the story, he did not think.

And, fuck, Locke, he should stop and think!

He did something incredibly fucking stupid instead.

He strode back to the stall and kicked the door wide open. Her eyes widened as they stared at each other for a solid moment.

Obsession smiled.

“We’re not done yet, little lion.”

Six

Kali

“I’m ready,” he murmured into a phone as he led me out with his hand behind my neck, steering me through the darkness. The flashlight lit up the path before us. He moved knowing exactly where to go, weaving through the club until we were at a back exit.

He didn’t speak to me. He didn’t even make me any threats like, “Scream and I’ll kill you.” He calmly opened the door and led me out, his grip tightening. Cold rain instantly hit me followed by a brutal gust of wind. We were in a dark alleyway. Pungent was the smell of garbage mixed in with the Chinese food from a restaurant nearby. There was so much noise outside. Commotion from the shooting, people screaming and crying, and then police sirens growing louder. And yet the alleyway was totally deserted. Like it’d been cleared specifically for his escape.

My heart was beating wildly in my chest when I saw the black car parked at the end of the alleyway. He practically dragged me to it, even as I began to shake my head and scream for help. Then my back was suddenly against his front and his hand slipped from my throat to my mouth, silencing me.

“Hush, lioness,” he breathed in my ear in a doting tone. “No one can hear you.”

I expected him to pull the gun back out, to press it against my back and threaten me to behave. But he just led me to his car and when he began to open up his trunk, I felt my knees give out. Nonononono. This couldn’t be happening.

“Don’t you fucking do it! NO!” My screams were muffled, my body thrashing, but it was all for nothing. Locke was huge, and he did not relent as he picked me up and threw me in like I was a bag of potatoes. I cried out just as the door closed on my face.

I immediately banged against the roof of the trunk, screaming. Surely someone had to hear me. He was about to drive through a crowd of people. Except… they were still screaming. The chaos outside would muffle me out. The car started, and my body jerked with its movements as it began to drive.

Angry tears slid down my face as my screams turned to bellowing curses. “FUCK YOU!” I hollered. “I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!”

I couldn’t believe he had done this.

And then I couldn’t believe that I couldn’t believe he had done this.

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