Dark Obsession: The Billionaire's Helpless Prey

Chapter 6

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car was a physical weight, pressing down on Caprice, making it hard to breathe. She sat rigid in the passenger

osture relaxed, almost lazy. He seemed to be enj

ered by the shrill ring of her

for the bag, her cold fingers clums

ipsing her fear. She snatched the phone and jabbed the a

" Kendell's drunken, slu

smile. "I'm with the arrogant brute you

h," he snarled. "Finnegan Emerson is out

d. The humiliation, the fear, the betrayal-it all

raw. "I would rather have Finnegan as a Sugar Dadd

of frustration, hurled the phone against the dashboard.

ier than before. It was absolute, deadly. The only

n the accelerator. The city li

brought the car to a stop so abrupt it threw her fo

ecover, he had unb

His large body invaded her small space entirely, his arm stretching out to

ttened herself against the glass, her eye

esting on the back of her seat, caging her completely. His face wa

sp that vibrated through her bones. His warm breath g

hands flat against the solid w

grip firm but not painful, and pinned them a

possessive and dangerous. "If you're going to use those words,

she stammered, her voice ba

possessive gesture that sent a jolt of pure shock through her. "You

m, her jaw clenc

even lower. "Or I will kiss you, right here

e heat radiating from his body, smell the scent of his skin. Trapped, over

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“I was the unwanted stepsister in the wealthy Steele family, living like a stray dog. Everything changed the night my stepbrother Kendell dragged me to a VIP club, where I caught the eye of Finnegan Emerson, the most ruthless billionaire in New York. To save his own skin, Kendell traded me to him without hesitation. "Take her. Just get her out of my hair." I tried to run, but Finnegan hunted me down and locked me in his car. Worse, our housekeeper accidentally revealed my fatal weakness to him: severe asthma triggered by dog dander. The very next day, Kendell deliberately brought a massive German Shepherd into the house, laughing as I collapsed, gasping for air. He announced that Finnegan had kindly offered his isolated, hyper-clean estate for my "safety." As I lay on the floor dying for a breath, the terrifying truth I found online echoed in my mind. Finnegan was a pathological germaphobe who destroyed people for merely brushing against his suit. Yet, he had grabbed my wrists and touched my lips without a single flinch. Why was this monstrous, cold-blooded predator so deeply obsessed with a nobody like me? As my vision blurred, my phone lit up with a message from him, bypassing every block I had set. He had cut off all my escape routes, but I swore I would find a way out of his golden cage.”