All Chapters of Sebastian's Obsession: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

petal's povWhile we sipped on our drinks, Lucas and I talked about a variety of random things. He asked about my college life, my hobbies, and my goals. I answered all his questions with a light heart. Talking to him felt casual and strangely comforting, like a breath of fresh air. He seemed genuinely interested in what I had to say, nodding thoughtfully as I explained how I was studying literature and hoped to work in the creative field someday, maybe as a writer or an artist.Then it was his turn. Lucas told me he was running a business—a successful one, in fact. I was a little surprised when he said he was actually a business rival of Sebastian. That caught my attention immediately. "He's my competition. We’ve both been trying to top the market. The media loves to pit us against each other," he said with a casual shrug and a slight smirk.I found myself growing more curious. He seemed nothing like Sebastian—at least on the surface. Where Sebastian was cold, distant, and often over

petal's povWe moved to the parking lot in silence. He didn’t say a word, and I didn’t dare to break the heavy atmosphere pressing down on us. His tall frame moved ahead of me, his polished black shoes tapping against the concrete as he reached for the car. The passenger door swung open with a swift motion, and he looked at me—his eyes unreadable.I hesitated for a second but got in. My hands trembled slightly as I buckled the seatbelt around me. He shut the door with a click, rounding the car like a shadow looming larger than life. When he slid into the driver's seat beside me, he didn’t start the engine.For a long, tense moment, he just sat there. The engine was off, the world outside muffled, but inside the car, the silence was thick and suffocating. I dared a glance at him.His hands were clenched tightly around the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white, veins protruding like they were ready to burst. He looked like a storm barely held together. His jaw was tight, breathing

His Possession “You’ve been mine from the moment I laid eyes on you,” he replied. “You just haven’t realized it yet.” There it was. The truth behind his madness. His obsession wasn’t love. It was domination disguised as desire. He held me there a little longer, not moving, just holding. Not speaking. His breathing deepened. So did mine. In that moment, I didn’t know if I hated him or feared him—or something worse… if I understood him. But one thing was clear. This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot. I don't like how he dominates me. I struggled on his lap. "Stop struggling, flower. You can’t escape punishment." Sebastian’s voice was dangerously calm, but his grip told a different story. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of my thighs and wrists like vices, his body hovering over mine with a terrifying dominance that stole the breath from my lungs. I gasped, fighting against the tears already welling up in my eyes. I kicked, twisted, tried to slip away from his suffocating gr

Petal’s POVWarning: a little bit of violence ahead. Read at your own risk.I slept in his hold because I didn’t have a choice.The night had felt endless, filled with silent tension and the weight of unspoken fears. His arm wrapped around my stomach like a steel band, his other hand resting beneath my head, cushioning it like a trap disguised in comfort. He lay so close, his presence swallowing all the air between us. I felt like I was buried under him—his possessiveness, his scent, his heat.The morning light trickled through the curtains, soft but intrusive, nudging me from a shallow, restless sleep. My eyes fluttered open, the dull ache in my chest awakening with me. I barely slept last night. I didn’t even remember when I drifted off. My body had simply given up, surrendering to exhaustion.His arm still lay heavily on me. I shifted slightly, attempting to slide out from under it.He groaned—a low, annoyed sound rumbling from his chest.I paused, my breath hitching, before trying

Petal’s POV"But you are..." I choked on the words, trembling beneath his gaze."You are what? Complete the sentence, Petal," he said, dangerously quiet, a sharp contrast to the storm rising behind his eyes.I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My lips trembled, my breath caught somewhere between fear and pain. Tears streamed down my face, hot and endless. His fingers still gripped my jaw, pressing into the tender skin already bruised from the earlier slap. I whimpered when he tightened his hold."I said—complete the fucking sentence!" he thundered, his voice sending a jolt of terror down my spine.Still, I couldn’t bring myself to speak. I closed my eyes, hoping silence would shield me somehow. That was a mistake.He leaned down abruptly, yanking the strap of my dress off my shoulder. Before I could react, his mouth clamped down on the bare skin of my shoulder—biting, not gently, not playfully, but possessively, with a punishment embedded in the act. A scream escaped my lips, raw and helples