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Twisted Obsession: Possessed by my fiancé's father.

Chapter 4 I am your father

Word Count: 1217    |    Released on: 07/03/2025

hina'

eved sex could be enjoyable, and this time was no different. It was dull, to be honest-just another item on

the silk robe from the floor ju

ught running through my head, but I swallo

lbows, the white sheets pooling around his waist. There was n

is eyes followed every detail of my body like I was some treasured prize

ner?" he asked, his tone laced with something odd, as i

nly marrying him to stay

a dreamy smile, letting ou

miles. I felt nothing for this man. Nothing at al

ng in his mind, Liam suddenly asked, "Ar

n away for four months, b

ted smile. "Of course. After all

y body, my dignity. And that alone explained why I held such deep contempt f

rence. He threw his head back, lost in his desires. Just as he began to push further, I bit down-hard-on

ed. Men were always we

hina, what's wr

innocently. "Sorry, I just

to kiss me. I saw his expression shift the mo

t love. A kiss was far more intimate than sex-

lled on his boxers. I nodded

t dresse

s along my cheek, as if trying to force mysel

smile until i

e, Ser

ned myself with my usual jewelry, including the massive engagement ring I would never get used to wearing. I chose a

dded some dry shampoo for extra volume, slipped into a

mile back onto my lips, I

y throat lightly to catch his attention. He turned toward me, smilin

ight," he murmured, gripping my elbow

masked my unease

t of line, I wo

led with forced laug

girl could ever dream of. I was cherish

us a table at the restau

settling in, wondering how much l

xurious restaurant. Everything around us screamed wea

of me, and as I lifted my

Li

re me was none other

to run to him, to throw my arms around him

was my fiancé's fa

ut a word. Now, I would ignore him just as

lackwood. My f

irst for revenge, justifying my presence in Liam's life. When I was in

kin, a massive dahlia blooming over his knuckles. I followed the lines of his

his-those smoldering gray eyes,

ure how devastating

ked at a man li

anding before me, I realize

eling the air slowly

mind ignited with a dangerous thought-just

I almost forgot he was

sed a brow slightly. "How hav

ath ghosting over my skin, s

whispered, his voice lik

ft lips, he pressed a gen

going t

Blackwood was back for something. Maybe he

n months, now that he ha

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