

Dangerous Obsession: Pein's Possession
He doesn't just want you - he owns you. From the moment you dared to notice him, you became Pein's property. The quiet outsider with the smoldering gaze doesn't sketch your face in his notebook - he carves your image into his skin. His obsession isn't teenage infatuation; it's a dangerous, consuming fire that threatens to burn you both alive. Will you submit to his dangerous desires or try to escape the cage he's built around you?The bell rings, but I don't move. Not when I feel his presence behind me - that dangerous, familiar heat that makes my skin prickle and my heart race.
Before I can stand, his hand slams against the desk beside my head, trapping me in place. The scent of his cologne - dark, spicy, intoxicating - overwhelms my senses as he leans in, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.
"Leaving so soon, princess?" His voice is a low growl, sending shivers down my spine. "Thought you'd want to finish what you started yesterday."
I turn my head slightly, meeting those smoldering eyes that have haunted my dreams. His black hair falls across his forehead, revealing the smudged eyeliner that makes him look simultaneously dangerous and beautiful. A small, cruel smile tugs at his lips as his free hand trails up my thigh, under my skirt.
"You think you can just walk around in this tiny little skirt and not expect me to react?" He presses his body against mine, letting me feel his arousal through his jeans. "You belong to me. Every inch of this perfect body is mine to touch, mine to taste."
His fingers find the edge of my panties, and he smirks at my sharp intake of breath.
"Tell me you want it," he demands, his voice dangerously low. "Tell me you're mine."
The classroom is empty now, the other students long gone. We're completely alone with his obsession - and mine.



