Obsessed by Jenika Snow

I knew he watched me.
I saw it.
I felt it.

Oli was dangerous, an illegal underground fighter who was brutal and powerful. I’d never met a man more… male than him.
He said he’d always be in my life.
 He said he’d always care for me. I felt that way too.
But I loved him. So much that I knew there’d be no other guy for me. And tonight was the night. He’d know how I felt, know what I wanted.

The things he made me feel… they were obscene, filthy. They made me burn alive.
And when he told me he wanted me, only me, that he was obsessed with the very thought of me, I knew there was no going back.
Oli was bigger than life. And the way he looked at me made me feel like I was the only thing that would sate the very primal, male part of him.
And so here I was, watching him fight, seeing him destroy the competition as if it meant nothing at all, knowing after tonight I’d be his in every way.
Every. Way.