In his world, power isn’t negotiated—it’s taken. Kept. Owned. I learned that too late. Men like him don’t see women the way others do. They see leverage. Risk. Weakness. And somehow, I became all three. Years ago, I closed a door he intended to walk through without resistance. Cost him ground he doesn’t lose. I told myself it was business. It wasn’t. Now his company owns Prescott Vantage, and his condition is simple: I stay. I should walk away. I should know better. But walking away from men like him isn’t simple—it’s dangerous. He watches me like I’m a problem he’s already solved. Like he knows my routines. My tells. The exact moment my control slips. I tell myself I can handle him. That staying is strategy. Survival. But the longer I’m here, the clearer it becomes. I’m not managing him. I’m contained by him. He isn’t losing interest. He’s closing in. And the worst part? I think I was marked long before I ever realized I was his. Tropes: \- Dark romance \- Billionaire romance \- Enemies to lovers \- Obsessive hero \- Morally grey \- Forced proximity / working together \- Strong heroine \- Super spicy Marked by Obsession is the first book in a morally grey, dark and obsessive trilogy. It ends in a cliffhanger and the next book in the series will be Bound by Desire.

Power is his game. Survival is hers. Desire is their weakness. In my world, timing is everything. Strike too late, and companies bleed millions. Strike too soon, and you lose the deal. When it came to him, I hesitated. I should have killed him when I had the chance. Instead, I ran. I almost made it out—almost believed I could disappear for good. But men like him don’t lose. They hunt. They track. And they always collect what’s theirs. Now I’m trapped in his multi-million dollar penthouse, high above the city, with a man who watches me like I’m already owned. Every glance is a promise. Every touch, a test of control. He thinks he’s breaking me. I let him think it. Because playing along is the only way to stay alive… even as the tension between us turns sharp, addictive, impossible to ignore. He doesn’t know I’m still fighting. He doesn’t know I’m waiting. And when the moment comes, I won’t run again. This time, I’ll bring him to his knees.