OWNED BY THE BAD BOY

IS THIS OBSESSION

LUCIEN'S POV

I drained the last of my whiskey and slammed the glass onto the counter, the sound sharp enough to make Matteo flinch.

“You’re late tonight,” he said, smirking. “Still thinking about that girl?”

I didn’t answer. My mind was spinning, circling around Camila like a predator sizing up prey. Not just intrigued… obsessed. That little spark in her eyes, that stubborn defiance—it shouldn’t have mattered, and yet I couldn’t shake it.

I strode across the suite, hands clenching, heart hammering. A thought formed, dark and precise. She doesn’t know how dangerous I am. She doesn’t know the world she’s stepped into. And she will.

I imagined her walking down the school corridors, trying to navigate her little scholarship life, oblivious to me—oblivious to the power I could wield over her. I could make her obey, make her bend, make her crave the very things she didn’t even understand.

The idea made my pulse quicken.

I thought of her flushed face, her fists clenching, the fire in her eyes when she’d tried to argue. That fire had to be tamed… or used. Carefully. Slowly. Painfully. But deliciously.

I smirked. “I’ll show her,” I murmured, pacing again. “I’ll make her understand who she’s dealing with. That there’s no escaping me. That desire… fear… power… all of it belongs to me.”

Matteo leaned back on the couch, raising an eyebrow. “You’re going full mafia prince on her already. Careful, boss. She’s just a girl.”

I laughed, a dark, low sound that rattled in the room. “No, Matteo. She’s more than that. She’s… a challenge. And challenges are fun. They’re meant to be broken, bent, played with… until they learn their place.”

I imagined slipping into her life slowly—small encounters, teasing touches, subtle dominance. Watching her squirm, blush, beg, resist, until she realized she couldn’t resist me. Not then, not ever.

Every movement, every glance, every heartbeat mattered. I would track her, study her patterns, note the friends who supported her, and use them to my advantage. Mia and Aisha, those little allies, wouldn’t stop me. They would only make the game more… interesting.

I pictured her leaving school, the long walk to her aunt’s house, the way her shoulders tensed as she faced her cousins’ cruelty. That vulnerability—that raw, exposed part of her—made my chest tighten with something I hadn’t felt in a long time.

I ran a hand through my hair, pacing the floor. Control, I reminded myself. It’s all control. Not desire… not yet. Control comes first.

My mind wandered to darker thoughts, as it always did. The world I moved in wasn’t soft. It wasn’t gentle. Power was taken, dominance was claimed, and weakness was exploited. Camila… she had no idea she’d stepped into a predator’s territory.

I’ll toy with her, I whispered, voice low. I’ll tease, frustrate, test her limits. And when she finally understands who I am, she’ll have no choice but to play my game.

I glanced at Matteo, who was smirking like he understood something I hadn’t fully articulated. “You’re enjoying this too much,” he said.

“Enjoying?” I muttered, my eyes darkening. “No, this isn’t enjoyment. This is… necessity.”

I needed release—not just physical, but mental. The frustration of noticing her, the fire she ignited in me, it clawed at my chest. s*x would distract me, yes, but it wouldn’t solve the problem entirely. She was different. She wasn’t like the other girls I toyed with and discarded.

I stood at the window, looking down at the city sprawling beneath me, and let the thought take hold fully. She will notice me. She will feel me. And I will see every reaction, every flinch, every heartbeat, every spark of defiance. And then… I’ll decide what to do with it.

The dark amusement twisted my lips into a smirk. Dangerous. Controlling. Obsessed.

All at once, I realized I couldn’t wait. I had to start. Slowly, carefully, subtly. And yet… the anticipation made the tension in my chest unbearable.

I turned, eyes glinting in the dim light of the suite, and whispered to myself:

“Camila… you have no idea what’s coming.”