Page 7 of Imprisoned Obsession

It wouldn’t stay in her blood for long, but the side effects last longer than those of a prescription sleeping pill.

“Such an unethical action,” I condemn myself with a chuckle.

I step out of my office and walk down the hall. The rustling trees stamp restless shadows on the walls as I take a moment to admire the view. The back of my estate has flourishing greenery that I find very relaxing when I sit in the shade.

I look forward to having Willa sit on my lap and spend time with me there.

If she doesn’t like the way it looks, I will gladly alter it.

A little gasp, so adorably soft, echoes from behind me. The sound is a delicate chime against the raucous wind.

I turn and face the baffled girl. Her hair got tangled in her sleep, and her soft cheek has faint lines from my pillow.

My eyes fall on the spare clothes sagging on her small form.

I did change her out of her clothes, but I didn’t look more than necessary.

That’d be rude of me.

She was gorgeous, lying in my bed asleep and helpless. I pride myself on the self-discipline I had while teasing her delicate skin.

I caught myself before doing something I planned to do while she was awake and begging for my touch. I was very close to snapping off her bra but overcame the temptation.

Her panties would’ve been beyond salvageable if I had broken through that first barrier.

“You!” she whispers warily.

She scrambles back, but I grab her elbow and drag her to my chest. Her face slams into my suit as she groans in pain. Her little hand presses against my stomach while she blinks through the disorientation.

I clasp another hand on the back of her neck and squeeze harshly to get a yelp from her sweet voice.

Her guard falls but then comes back up as her body goes rigid. Her lips are the softest thing I’ve ever experienced. I kiss her and don’t think about breathing, too addicted to her quivering lips.

“Good morning, darling,” I breathe quietly after the kiss.

She squeaks bashfully. The tips of her ears redden as I bring my lips to her temple. I need to feel her skin on my lips, but I can’t use her mouth. She needs to breathe before she faints.

“How was your rest?” I ask with a lingering kiss to her temple.

Willa squirms, fighting my hold on her pliable body as she presses her palms against my chest. Try as she might, her feeble strength cannot match mine.

“Don’t touch me!” She yanks her elbow from my hand.

I let her go, and she scurries back with apprehension in her shaking frame. I debate whether it is out of fear or anger, although it could be both.

I anticipate she will make a run for it to reach the authorities. I have prepared for that possibility and am not concerned about any repercussions.

Willa glances around, searching for the entrance to my estate. Her pretty face falls when she realizes there is not an exit for her to use. She could break the window, but I doubt she’s brave enough to have broken glass cut her skin.

She spins around and sprints back down the hallway. She’s lost, taken aback by the strange environment she didn’t notice while looking for the front door.

The sooner she accepts the change, the better it will be for us. My patience can run thin very quickly, especially when keeping my darling girl to myself.

There were times when I simply watched her go about her day and would get this strange urge to snatch her. I learned something about myself while watching her and protecting her from the shadows.

I have the impulse to destroy things that make her upset.

Someone had bumped into her once, and her face revealed a split second of pain. The thought of dislocating the man’s shoulder came very naturally to me.

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