All Chapters of His Twisted Obsession: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Dawn’s Point of View“Damian?”His name comes out small, and I hate myself for it. Hate myself for loving him like this.“Shit. Dawn.” He pulls away from Bree, and I do not miss the smile that spreads across her face. Like she just won something. Her green eyes spark with it, her perfectly shaped lips curling slowly and satisfied.“I can explain,” he says, moving towards me.I step back by instinct.“Baby, just put her out of her misery and tell her the truth,” Bree says from behind him.I blink hard. I can see the regret in his eyes, but regret is not enough. Not even close. He betrayed me.“I’m sorry, Dawn,” he whispers. He drops his head, and when he raises it again, there is a flicker of pain in his expression.He cannot even hold my gaze.“Bree and I...”“We are together,” Bree says, wrapping her arm around him.I wait. I stand there and wait for him to pull away, to tell her to stop, to say she is lying. He looks at her arm. Then he looks back at me.He says nothing.“You pro

Dawn’s Point of ViewI have cried. I have stared at the ceiling. I have told myself repeatedly that I need to go to class, and eventually I listen, forcing myself up and into the bathroom to put on enough makeup to bury the evidence under my eyes.Damian tried yesterday. He stayed outside my door for an hour before he finally gave up. I could not open it. I cannot look at him right now without seeing everything he chose, and everything that choice says about how little I meant.He dated the girl who made my life hell. The girl who is the reason I cannot look at myself without flinching.I do not use the mirror. Whatever makeup ends up on my face is applied entirely from memory and instinct.I am dreading today. They will both be there, and I have no choice but to walk into the same room and act like I am fine.But I still do it. I get to school from my dorm, and once I push the car into park, my eyes dart around, making sure I don’t see him.I make my way out and am already heading to

Dawn Point of ViewHis kiss is neither gentle nor slow. It is hard and demanding.It is nothing like I imagined a kiss could be. Not that I have much to compare it to, but whatever version I imagined soft and slow and sweet, this is the complete opposite.It is hard and consuming and hot, and it pulls something out of me that I did not know was sitting that close to the surface. Before I can think clearly enough to stop myself, I am kissing him back.He tastes like chocolate and mint. Everything I don’t like yet I find myself wanting more.My hands reach for his dark curls, and I tug on them as he kisses me harder, moaning into my mouth.He presses into me; his body feels warm, and he is hard. His cock presses against my stomach, and I can’t help but think about how it would feel to have him in me. Would it hurt? Would he be fast and rough?The thought surfaces quietly, and I push it back where it came from, kissing him back.When he finally pulls away, I can’t breathe. My chest heave

Dawn's Point of ViewI wanted to talk to Killian before he headed out of campus. This thing between us- I don’t know why I said yes, but I’m definitely regretting it.I should have said no, but well, I was just thinking of how I could get back at Damian, and I know it’s cruel, but he betrayed me.Broke a vow he made to me, so why not use Kill?I’m striding towards Kill’s car when I see Damian and Kill having a go at it.Shit.But they are arguing about something I can’t hear cause of the surrounding noise. I make my way toward them.Killian says something to Damian, who pales at what Killian says.“I mean it, Kill.“ Damian’s voice drops. “Stay away from her. Or I will tell her the truth.“Killian laughs, “And what truth would that be?”Something happened between them; they both don’t want me to know.“What truth?” I ask, and they both freeze, turning to me.My eyes move between Damian and Killian, trying to get a read on either of them. Kill, of course, looks amused, but Damian looks

Dawn’s Point of View“Stop!”My voice comes out louder than I intend, cutting through the noise and the scuffling and Bree’s screaming from somewhere behind me. I push myself between them, both arms stretched out, one hand pressed against each chest, feeling the heave of their breathing and the tension still coiled in both of them. This is crazy; the fact that they play on the same team and also are brothers is crazy.“Stop it. Both of you. Right now.” I grit out.Killian goes still first. He looks down at my hand on his chest, then up at my face, jaw tight, a cut opening at the corner of his cheekbone. His eyes are dark, and his jaw is tight.Damian is still breathing hard, hair disheveled, the beginnings of a bruise already rising along his jaw. He looks at his brother over my shoulder with an expression that is full of fury.Bree is saying something behind me. I can’t make out the words, and I don’t try. This needs to stop.I drop my hand from Killian’s chest and turn to Damian. I