Page 1 of Deranged and Obsessed Omnibus: Vol 1

UNHINGED (Deranged and Obsessed, 1)

A Twisted Romance

By Jenika Snow

I was a psychopath. A taker of lives.

I was cold, calculated, and merciless.

Over the years, I hunted for my perfect prey and took those lives without hesitation. I fed on the thrill of controlling them and, ultimately, watching them exhale their last breath.

I was sick, and there was no cure for what I had.

But then I saw Isla, and I knew one thing: I wanted her.

She fascinated me in a way not even extinguishing people had.

So I followed her, watched her, and when

the time was right… I took her.

She wasn’t like the others. Her defiance and fearlessness ignited something even more twisted inside me. She made my dark beast rise and take notice until she was the one who consumed me.

That should terrify me. Instead, it captivated me.

She was my perfect trophy.

I thought taking her life would be the ultimate high.

How wrong I was.

I became obsessed. And as our sinister connection deepened, I wrestled with my primal urges—torn between the desire to destroy her and the unsettling need to claim her as mine.

Would my dark and twisted desires keep her safe, or would it end up consuming the both of us?

Prologue

Roman

The apartment was silent now, save for the soft sound of her breathing.

Only when I was confident she was asleep did I slip out of the closet, careful not to make a sound as I moved toward her side of the bed. I looked around her room and noted the little details.

Her clothes, her tattered book that was dogeared, and a few small trinkets scattered on her dresser. I turned and silently opened the drawer she’d been in, tracing my fingers over the folded underwear and matched-up socks inside.

I hooked my finger under the elastic of a small pair of black panties and brought them to my nose, inhaling deeply. I shoved them in my back pocket—even though they only smelled of laundry detergent, and just because they were hers—and closed the drawer.

She had a cheap plastic bracelet sitting atop the dresser, and I pocketed that as well. I was taking souvenirs. Proof that I’d been here and that she was part of me now, even if she didn’t know it. Her wallet was also on the dresser, and I scanned her ID, memorizing her name and all the little details that made her… her.

Isla.

A unique name for a woman who gave me such unique feelings.

I moved back toward the bed and stood over her as she slept soundly, completely unaware a predator could take her life before she even opened her eyes. Her face was calm as she slept,despite the fire I’d seen in her eyes earlier when she spun around after bitch-slapping that motherfucker—the same one I’d be taking care of soon enough.

As much as this thrill turned me on, I kept myself in control. I moved to the other side of the bed and slowly lowered myself onto the mattress right beside her. I didn’t touch her at first, but I was close enough to feel the heat of her body and smell the scent of green apple even more potently.

I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, taking in her scent until it filled my lungs.

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