Page 110 of Obsessing Over His Favorite
But then—just as Emily stepped outside the hall and moved down the corridor—someone snatched her roughly from the side, pulling her swiftly into an adjacent room.
The door slammed behind her with a loud thud that startled her breath away.
Before she could scream, a pair of strong arms wrapped tightly around her from behind. A familiar, warm scent engulfed her, and a face pressed intimately close to her neck.
His voice came, soft and low, a whisper that sent a shiver down her spine, “Did you already forget about me, my love?”
Emily stiffened instantly, heart pounding fiercely as memories surged to the surface—that night, the man, the heat, the way her heart had pounded when he made her see stars with closed eyes.
She whirled around in his arms. “What… what are you doing here?” she asked, breathless, voice trembling with a mixture of surprise and something deeper she didn’t want to admit.
But her pulse was racing again. Just like last night. Just likeeverytime she saw him.
Her thoughts spiraled. ‘Why does my heart race wildly every time I come across him? Even last night… when I slept with him… my heart was pounding like crazy. I had already broken upwith Lucas. I wasn’t doing anything wrong. So why does he still give me so much anxiety?’
He leaned in and kissed her neck softly, his breath warm against her skin. Her eyes fluttered shut against the sudden shiver.
“This entire city is mine,” he murmured, dragging his lips gently up her jaw. “This party is mine. And you—” his arm tightened around her waist, pulling her closer, “—are also mine.”
He turned her to face him fully, their bodies flush as his head dipped closer to hers. Dressed in a tailored black suit that hugged his powerful frame, the crisp maroon shirt beneath was undone at the collar.
“Why wouldn’t I be here?” he asked, his voice like velvet, every word brushing over her skin.
His lips hovered so close, she could barely breathe. She could hear every breath he took, feel the heat of every word he spoke.
Her eyes flicked to his neck—to the redness spread across his skin. Red marks. Dozens of them, scattered visibly along his neck. The collar of his shirt was unbuttoned, hanging open like he’d left it that way on purpose… as if he wanted those marks to be clearly visible.
She lifted her gaze back to his and asked softly, “Why is your neck all red?”
His hand, resting on her waist, began to move slowly—his fingers tracing gentle strokes along her side. He stared into her eyes, a slow, knowing smile tugging at his lips before his gaze dropped briefly to her mouth.
“Don’t you remember?” he murmured, voice low. “You’re the one who did this.”
He raised his hand to her cheek, caressing it tenderly as he leaned in closer. His other arm slid around her waist again, anchoring her tightly to him.
She blinked in confusion.
He leaned closer, lips brushing the shell of her ear as he whispered, “You were obsessed with my neck,” he whispered, voice low and intimate, “biting me over and over... then whispering you'd lick the pain away if I just kept quiet. So I did what you said. And now you’re asking me why it's so red?”
Her heart thundered violently in her chest. His intense gaze both frightened and unnerved her—making her knees weaken.
But what truly unraveled her were the memories.
They came crashing back in vivid flashes. His mouth trailing fire down her skin, her own desperate voice begging for him, drunk on his scent, his touch. The filthy words she'd said. The things she let him do—asked him to do.
She felt like the room was spinning.
Then his voice cut through again—dark, quiet, and deadly.
“Emily Crawford, are you the kind of girl who sleeps in a man’s bed and sneaks out in the morning after using him like nothing happened?”
Her face flushed crimson. She placed a trembling hand on his chest and gently pushed, trying to create some space.
“I... I was drunk. I wasn’t thinking straight. It’s my fault. I’ll make it up to you, okay? Just tell me what you want.”
He didn’t even blink.
He closed the gap she'd just made, his hand sliding back to her hip as he dipped his face dangerously close to hers. His breath fanned her lips as he growled,
