Page 26 of Savage Obsession

I stare at the ceiling, my heart thudding in my chest. This marriage isn’t just a business deal—it’s a battle. And I refuse to be the one who loses.

Tomorrow, Aithan Vasilios will know exactly what it feels like to be played.

But even with my mind made up, I still find myself restless, tossing and turning in bed. The fact that Aithan has not touched me since our wedding already weighs me down, but knowing he’s sleeping with another woman makes me wrestle with emotions I can’t even define.

This must be what jealousy fucking feels like.

I swipe angry tears away from my eyes and reassure myself that Aithan is a motherfucker and I don’t care what he does or who he does it with. I grab the remote and turn on the TV, but I’m too distraught to concentrate on the horror movie I chose.

I must have dozed off, because a loud banging on my door drags me out of my fitful sleep. I glance at the time and give a bitter laugh because it's almost midnight.

"So the whoremonger just got home."

I ignore the knock and settle back in bed, but the sudden crash of my door being kicked open jerks me upright.

"You broke my door! You savage brute!"

Aithan stands in the doorway, holding up the photo I slid under his door earlier. His pewter-gold eyes flashing with rage.

"What is this?" His voice is controlled, but I can hear the underlying fury.

I cross my arms and meet his glare with an arched brow. "I should be asking you."

His jaw tightens. "You have someone following me and reporting back to you?"

I see red. I jump out of bed, storming toward him. "How dare you ask if I’m having you followed?" I seethe. "If you had any decency, you’d at least be discreet. Instead, you shove your affairs down my throat."

"I am not having an affair."

"Of course you are not." I scoff. "Married men don't have affairs."

"I said I’m not having an affair."

"Tell that to the woman draped all over you in that picture."

As we argue, Aithan’s gaze flickers to my nightstand. His expression hardens. I follow his line of sight—and realize exactly what has caught his attention.

The bright pink dildo sits right there in plain view.

Aithan’s nostrils flare, his hands balling into fists.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" His voice drops to a deadly growl.

And just like that, it’s his turn to be raving mad.

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Aithan

The moment my eyes land on the bright pink dildo sitting on Yelena’s nightstand, my entire body locks up. A sharp territorial rage shoots through me so fast I feel it in my teeth.

"What the hell is that, and what is it doing here?" My voice is low, a dark promise of barely leashed fury.

Yelena lifts her chin, her electric-blue eyes flashing with defiance, but I catch the way she swallows, her throat working. "You know what it is."

I stalk closer, picking up the offending object. My jaw clenches as I rotate it in my hand, my fingers tightening around thesilicone. The thought of her using this when I’ve been going insane with desire for her makes my vision blur.

"So, you’re fucking yourself while I’ve been pinning away for you?" I ask, my voice hoarse with restrained anger.

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