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Sociopath's Obsession(18)

By:V.F. Mason


Deeply.

He was everywhere, in the hand that held my head in a tight grip, in his other hand that squeezed my thigh. His mouth and tongue passionately devoured mine. I was like an instrument he was playing.

I couldn’t remember anyone ever kissing me like that.

His hand slowly made its way under my top, from my stomach to my breasts. I gasped as he lightly pinched my nipple then gently played with it between his fingers. I could feel myself getting wet and thinking that this could lead to something more.

Like having crazy wild sex in the car.

Then suddenly, the eyes of Damian, so similar to Dominic’s, flashed through my head and the memory of his galvanizing touch.

Immediately, my desire was gone.

For some reason, I felt like I was cheating on him, and it was ridiculous. I pushed back and he let go of me instantly. We were both breathing heavily. I straightened my top and made myself more presentable just as the car stopped.

“Sapphire—” he started, but I just shook my head in dismay.

“I’m sorry. I just…I just can’t.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s happening too fast. I thought I could do it, but I can’t.”

“Is that all?”

Of course, I couldn’t really tell him why. “Yes.”

With a hard look, he finally nodded. “Okay then.” He leaned down once again and gave me a soft peck on the forehead.

“I’ll see you tonight.” The car door opened, and his driver, Alan, as I found out earlier, gave me his hand and helped me get out of the car.

With one last wave, I quickly took the stairs to my building. A few minutes later, I was inside my freezing apartment, already missing the warmth I felt in the car. I glanced at the clock. I still had some time to change and get ready for work; good thing I had half a shift tonight, so I decided to take a hot shower. Sophie was crashed on the couch, still wearing her dress and makeup from last night, and snoring loudly.

I shook my head, fed up with all this shit.

However, I had bills to pay, so I needed to get ready for work, and then I was bartending afterward. I had to get ready for both.

My laptop was still on. My fingers were about to press the sleep button when a message popped up and made my heart race again.



Nothing and no one can save you from me.

Sociopath



God, did he know everything I did? I noticed something else this time.

It wasn't anonymous anymore. It was sent from some kind of random name, which was clearly a phony, and he was online on messenger chat.

He must have just sent it.

I had to call Dominic immediately. But before that, something compelled me to sit down, open the tab, and write a message.

My heart was beating out of my chest and my fingers were shaking.



<Cookie1988> What do you want from me?

< Langer07sp> You.



My palms were sweaty, so I dried them on my pants and tried to control the raging panic running through me.



<Cookie1988> Please, leave me alone. I’ve never done anything wrong.

<Langer07sp> No.



Before I could reply, the conversation was rapidly deleting itself from my laptop as if someone was operating it, and then it shut off.

Gulping for air, I stood up so abruptly that the chair fell to the floor.

How could I fight him when he was so dangerous that he literally could do anything?

My heart raced, and I felt like my ears were muffled. I was numb to everything, but I somehow managed to continue through the routine I had to do before heading to work. It gave me some peace.

As I put light makeup on and styled my hair into a bun, I wondered how much time he would give me, and if it was long enough for Dominic to help me.



Sociopath

Reckless.

I was becoming reckless with her. I’d never sent more than one e-mail to my victims, but for some reason, I wanted to convince her there was no escaping me.

When she sent me those messages, I knew it was a mistake to answer her, but I did anyway. It was important for me to have a conversation with her as Sociopath.

With a real part of me.

I couldn't tell her much, and I knew I terrified her more.

My sweet little girl.

Mine.

She was about to find out what it was like to be taken by the monster.

I would stop at nothing to get her.

Even if it meant jeopardizing my brother’s identity.

She came first.

Always fucking first.





The waiting was almost over. The huge wooden clock let me know it had been fifteen minutes since the mysterious stranger had left, so it was a perfect time for me to get out of here and survive the rest of the night. I was filled with a giddy feeling as excitement built inside me over the prospect of seeing him again.

What girl didn't dream about love at first sight? It was crazy and made no sense, but in his arms, I felt whole and just knew he was the one.