SEXY ROMANCE: Her Dark Obsession Read Online Free PDF

didn’t want to fall in love with you, that was the attraction.  He treated you like something beneath them?  He talked about a soul mate.  And yet, you weren’t his soul mate.  Were you?”
                  “It was the most selfish thing I ever did.  Pure selfish pleasure, the taking of something from someone who didn’t deserve it.  I tried to be stubborn and say no.  That it felt wrong.  I even told him no at the beginning.  But breaking my own promise…that seemed to be the biggest turn on of all.”
                  “Eroticism comes from within.  You cannot control the attraction you feel.  By trying to contain it, to limit it, to put boundaries on it, you remove every enticement.”
                  “Why is good sex so evil?  And why is love so boring?” I had to wonder aloud. 
    Brody was his name.  He had a charming way of speaking and what I can only describe as a strong sense of entitlement.  He wasn’t nice, nor a brute.  Simply a man higher on the food chain, if you understand the metaphor.  A self-professed multi-millionaire.  I met by chance after saying Yes to an advertisement for a Millionaire Dating Website. 
    I really don’t see how some men “fake it”, because the aura of a rich man fills the air around him.  He doesn’t ask for anything.  He doesn’t need any of it.  Yet, his attention is always the most important thing to those he meets.  Brody’s face was chiseled, cleanly shaven and with daunting, aggressive eyes.  When he smiled at me, it was if a king, a warrior, had spared my life.  His long dark hair, and forty-year-old vibrant face was a nice contrast to the boys I had been entertaining myself with.
    I instantly knew the attraction with Brody, just as I know it with all men who have that sense of entitlement.  They not only don’t need me…they don’t want me.  And my eagerness to please defines the relationship. 
    Just like with Brody.  He didn’t want sex.  He could have had sex with me, or a younger woman, or the both of us.  But what he found most interesting was what I really didn’t want to talk about.
    “I don’t really like talking about the old me,” I said uncertainly, still trying to tempt him with my cleavage.  Sitting back at a fancy restaurant, the kind of place where drinks are $30 a shot, I felt out of place…and because of that, magnetically attracted to him as my spirit guide into this new soulless world. 
    “I’m sure you don’t,” he said with a smile.  “That’s why it’s amusing.  Why are you running away from who you used to be?”
    I downed another drink, getting rid of my anxiety.  “Because I tried it the way everyone told me to.  My whole life I tried it that way.  And I wasn’t happy.”
    “What is happiness if not the temporary reduction of misery?  My theory is that you want this.  But no, you don’t actually crave the pleasure.  You want to sink lower.  Into the depths of Hell.  You want to hit rock bottom.  Only so you can crawl your way back up from the slums and go back to that high moral pedestal that you think defines you.”
    I grinned in disdain.  He hated me, I hated him, and yet the attraction never relented.  “So you think I’m just trying to hurt myself with all of this?”
    “Yes.  Pain is the only reason we seek happiness in the first place.”
    “Damn,” I said with a laugh and sneer.  “I think all your money had eaten away at your compassion.”
    “Maybe.  But that’s not the question here.  The question is you, Regina.  Why are so afraid of pleasure?  Why can’t you simply follow your cravings, without making it a game of punishment, with the YES rule?”
    “If you think I’m afraid of selfish pleasure…” I said, meeting his eyes in challenge.  Then just try me.  Get down on your knees, rich man.  And taste me.  Let me control you.  Let me be your sugar baby.”
    He laughed.  “Thanks for the offer, but I’m