Page 139 of Pucking Obsessed

He looks like he was born to wear the crimson leather trousers, shirt, and collar.

It’s not a costume on him.

Heisa pet.

He’s more comfortable like this, than pretending to be something that he’s not.

D’Angelo, on the other hand, is every inch the Vampire King.

He’s powerful, dominant, and so fucking gorgeous.

I knew that he would in his black, Gothic costume. His leather shirt is skintight with hundreds of buckles. The thick, sweeping coat has a high, turned up collar.

D’Angelo’s face is partially hidden behind a molded, crimson mask. His glossy curls spill around it.

It’s a struggle not to fall to my knees, when his icy blue gaze is directed at me.

Is it truly role play to pretend to be enthralled by him? Shayishis thrall, and looking as he does right now, I’m just as spellbound.

D’Angelo is on high alert, however, stiffly scanning around himself.

I don’t blame him.

This is the night of the year that sparked Heine’s dangerous obsession with him.

Plus, D’Angelo has defied Heine’s order to wear the same costume that he wore during their demonstration.

For my prince of devils from your corrupted angel. Wear this on Halloween. Then I’ll know that you think of me, as much as I think of you XXX

By not wearing it or any of the gifts, D’Angelo is making a statement that he’snotthinking of Heine. He won’t play into his delusion that they’re in any sort of relationship.

He won’t bow to Heine. If he does it once, where will this end?

Yet it’s risky. We know that.

How does a delusional, obsessed stalker react when you stand up to them…?

Violently, I’m guessing.

Dad promised that Heine is banned from the event. He’s put on more security.

But can anyone actually protect us from a man with the type of influence and power as Heine’s family have?

The haunting, throbbing “Freak Show” by Jake Daniels and AViVA plays from the sound system. The vibe fits our costumes.

Pretty waiters dressed as angels and demons are carrying trays of bottles and glasses between the guests.

I study the players. Is it wrong to think how hot dancing zombies are?

“Did the other players coordinate?” Shay sounds disgruntled. “Didn’t we get invited into a chat group or something? Their costumes are brilliant.”

“Don’t worry, cucciolo, we were invited. But I said that we had our own,” D’Angelo replies. “We aren’t the only ones being rebelliousmisfits.”

“Who else?”

“Zach.”

He points to a Deadpool who is truly going for it in the center of the dance floor.

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