HATE OR LOVE: Devils In Obsession

All Mine.

Flavian.

Keaton shouldn’t have left his golden daughter in my careful care. Now see where it has gotten us, from the hospital to my hotel, to my bed. A passionate night we had...

At midnight, I couldn’t sleep. But she slept peacefully in my arms. I watched her throughout the night, intrigued by how a petite woman could stir up so much trouble everywhere she went. Was she a demon incarnate?

One would take her for an angel. Her features weren’t as soft as they had been years ago, nor were they delicate. They were somewhere in between, ethereal and tangible. She was real, she had become my reality, a detoured one. How could I convince myself that she was mine?

I snapped out of the spell her face had cast on me, left the bed, and after downing a glass of water, stepped onto the balcony for a smoke. Yet somehow my feet carried me back to her side of the king-sized bed for one more look at the damsel in distress.

How dare she be this vulnerable in my presence? Is she no longer afraid of me? I don't surprise her anymore, is that so.

I could just rip her head off right now and unleash my demons on her. It made no sense... she made no sense. Why should I be troubled? Why did she trouble me so much? I wanted to make her snap, break her. Reduce her to nothing until she had no one to cling to but me. But what progress had I made so far. None...

“Go ahead, strangle me. Do it quickly, Ian,” her lips parted as she breathed the words. She was awake, good. I didn’t need to wake her myself.

But her eyes remained pinched shut.

She had said exactly what I wanted to hear. I sat on the edge of the bed, raising my head lethargically as I exhaled a cloud of smoke, the burn filling my lungs.

“Give me a reason I can agree with to kill you, and I will.”

“You don’t need a reason to kill me. You don’t need to agree to anything. Ian, you can try to kill me, but you’d never succeed… I’ve died twenty five times and resurrected twenty-five times.”

“I’m ready to kill you as many times as it takes. The question is, will you set me free?”

I turned to look at her to find her eyes still closed. She lay facing the other side like a log, one might think she was sleep-talking.

I think so.

“I’m yours, Uncle.”

“Hard to believe.”

“You’re mine, Uncle.”

“Wonderful.” I chuckled. This might have been the first time I’d felt this enthusiastic. This silly girl had clearly made it her life’s mission to always render me speechless. I could never predict what would leave her lips, though her actions were often predictable. She rose from the bed and hid behind me, burying her face in my back as her arms clung to my neck intimately. I had always liked mine obsessed, Eve was clingy but she was far from obsession maybe—

Not sure the two words were related, but…

“Say I’m yours, Uncle,” her lips brushed the shell of my ear.

“Have you always been this naughty?” I raised the cigar to take another drag. In a swift motion, she stole it from my hand and pressed the lit flaky end against the left side of my chest for a long minute, the heat ate away at my flesh, leaving me burned.

A wild, feisty, clingy, silly girl. I was obsessed.

“You’re mine.”

If Eve thought I’d brought her here just for s*x, she was in for a big surprise.

She had done well by marking the spot where my heart was. I swung my hand up behind me, pulled her nape forward, and raised my face to meet hers and her plump lips. I kissed her senselessly. She was mine… she knew it.

Wonderful...

“Come with me.”

She obediently followed. I grinned mischievously. If only she knew what she had just walked into the second she followed me into the adjoining room. Actually, I think she knew. It was no secret that I always did the unexpected... Like testing her patience with the step children to spike her.

Her eyes lit up at the sight of the preparation and inking tools I had laid out next to the small bed.

“Get on the bed.”

“Flavian, wha—”

“Shhhh…” I gestured for her to hush, then nodded toward the bed.

Her steps, which had barely dragged before, now did. Her movements grew sluggish and deliberately taking my time, and it was vexing her.

“Don’t worry, princess. I’ll be gentle.” I offered her a playful wink, which earned me a direct glare. “Strip.”

I leaned against the wall and watched as she removed the clothes she had put on only a few hours ago after we’d gone a full six rounds. She had been so eager to leave, yet somehow she had fallen asleep in my arms mid-conversation. No matter how many times I saw her body, it was never enough to satisfy the big guy down there. He was up and ready again. Haa... I wanted to f**k her all over again. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I shook my head at myself.

Eve, what are you doing to me?

“I’m ready.”

Eve now lay on the bed on her stomach, elbows resting on the mattress as she propped her face on the heels of her palms, staring at me provocatively, unwaveringly.

I let a sigh escape my lips. “Get on your back. Lie like a log.”

I didn’t know where this sudden eagerness in her was coming from. It was very much an act... She probably believed she had me wrapped around her finger, but the reality was that I had allowed her to get this close. I had granted her this opportunity, she didn’t know it yet, but I did. It would be a joy when she finally woke up to reality.

I grabbed a tray, arranged some tools on it, brought it onto the bed, and set it beside her were she could see it. Then I straddled her hips with my thighs and tossed her a small pillow. “Use that to bite down on for the pain, understood?”

“Don’t need it. This isn’t my first tattoo, Uncle Flavian.”

“This isn’t your uncle, dearie. This is Flavian.”

That wicked smirk everyone except her hated surfaced on my lips. She giggled, but the glint in her eyes betrayed the nervous monsters she was trying so hard to mask.

I couldn't be gentle, because she would adapt.

Pain was pleasure to Eve, I had come to know that unhinged side of her. The fear in her eyes was probably fear of me, the devil she had awakened.

Uncle Flavian had always tried to be friendly with his dear step niece, but tonight she had awoken Flavian, the bloody devil.

Tonight, I would put my calligraphy skills to very good use. I ran my finger along her left breast, teasing her n****e until I heard a moan.

“You’re such a silly whore.”

I grabbed the marker from the tray and began drawing out the letters on her left breast, the ones I would later trace with the tattoo gun.

She claimed she didn’t need the pillow, but it was the first thing she clung to when the needles penetrated her flesh.

I grinned proudly at the initials now inked into her chest. She was my muse, my obsession, all mine.

This was only the first mark. The night was long. By morning, this silly girl would wake up in a brand-new skin, my finished piece of art.