Page 78 of Obsession

My thoughts are yours and

yours will be mine.

As so it be by the tying of this twine.

Think each thought you want to embed in the target’s mind and tie a corresponding knot with a black string. Be careful, this spell is very powerful.

If I ever have a daughter, I want her to one day look through my book of shadows and take pride in my craft. I can’t say I’m feeling much pride in Mama’s at the moment as I slam her book closed.

Chapter 32

As I stand in my closet, debating what to wear on my sort of date with my sort of boyfriend, a short white cocktail dress appears. It has a gold-trimmed halter neckline, the same gold trim on the hemline, and a large keyhole back.

Slipping it on, of course it fits like a glove. “Now, what shoes to wear with this new dress?” That question answers itself, as there’s a new shoe box positioned on my shoe rack. “Wow, Damion is pulling out all the stops,” I tell B.B. as I open the box to find beautiful gold-and-crystal strappy stiletto sandals. The brand name on the box tells me he must have spent a small fortune.

I place the box on my bed, and my cat follows me to the bathroom, watching as I curl my hair, pinning it back on the side and giving myself dramatic smoky eye makeup and neutral mauve lip coloring.

Something catches the corner of my eye, and I turn to find Damion seated on my bed—looking sexier than any man has a right to be. He’s wearing a light tan-colored suit, blue shirt, and dark blue tie, playing up his otherworldly aquamarine-colored eyes.

“Thank you for my dress and shoes. I love them,” I say, joining him, feeling nervous for some reason.

“I knew you would. I have impeccable taste.”

“If only you’d work on your self-confidence,” I say with a smile. “But you know you can’t buy me,” I warn him, taking a seat on the edge of the bed and grabbing a shoe.

He appears before me, sliding down to his knees. “No need to buy what I already possess,” he says, grabbing the shoe from my hand and placing it on my foot.

“Still not your possession,” I say with crossed arms.

He smiles up at me as he places a tingly kiss on my ankle that results in a full-body shiver. The other shoe appears in his hand and he does the same, kissing my ankle, sending a tingle up my leg that reverberates all the way to my core.

I reach out and smooth down his tie. “I almost didn’t recognize you without your red tie,” I tell him in a husky tone, then quickly drop my hand. Those possessed hands of mine again.

His favorite red tie appears on my bed. “We could put that to use later this evening, if you invite me to spend the night,” he says, the words as smooth as his silk tie.

It takes all my willpower, but I move away from him before we do something that’ll get my dress and hair all rumpled. More importantly, something I’m not emotionally ready to do yet. Disappointment flashes across his face for a second, but he schools his features.

Exiting my bedroom, we find Grandma in the kitchen. “Vivian, so nice to see you. It’s been a while,” Damion says with his charming smile.

“Yes, what with you breaking my granddaughter’s heart and all, I guess it has been.”

“Grandma,” I warn her.

“Vivian, I’d never intentionally hurt Aubry. I love her, and I’m hoping she’ll give me a second chance to prove that.”

“Bye, Grandma.” I grab my purse and we walk to the door.

“Aubry should get a free pass since you got one,” she calls after us.

We walk downstairs and reach my car, when suddenly Damion has me pinned—my back to the car, his arms caged around me. “I don’t share my possessions,” he says with glowing eyes, the heat radiating off him like I’m standing next to a furnace.

“But I have to be okay with sharing mine?” I counter, breaking free of his arms and opening the door.

He growls as he walks over to the driver’s side. “Did you put Chris’s feather to use?” he demands.

“I didn’t ask you for details about Stacy, so I expect the same courtesy.” No, I didn’t touch myself with Chris’s feather, not how he’s envisioning, but I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t consider it for just a brief moment.

“The thought of something of his touching you in any capacity drives me insane,” he grits, gripping the steering wheel so tightly, I’m afraid he’s going to rip it out of my car.

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