Dark Obsession

Declan's POV

The heavy thrum of the bass from the music downstairs echoed through my penthouse, but the sound didn’t touch me. I was consumed.

The woman beneath me writhed, her painted nails clawing at my back as if she could anchor me to her. She whispered my name, her voice thick with lust, but it grated on my nerves. Her face blurred as I moved faster, rougher, chasing a release that was never