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The book itself I can only describe as smutty Batman. It's not hard to figure out the twists, but I was definitely hooked on the story. That ending though. I seriously am going to need a while.
Graphic: Addiction, Body horror, Bullying, Cancer, Chronic illness, Confinement, Cursing, Death, Drug use, Emotional abuse, Gore, Gun violence, Mental illness, Misogyny, Panic attacks/disorders, Physical abuse, Rape, Sexual assault, Sexual content, Sexual violence, Suicidal thoughts, Suicide, Terminal illness, Torture, Toxic relationship, Violence, Blood, Vomit, Medical content, Dementia, Kidnapping, Grief, Medical trauma, Stalking, Car accident, Suicide attempt, Death of parent, Murder, Schizophrenia/Psychosis , Fire/Fire injury, Gaslighting, Toxic friendship, Alcohol, Sexual harassment, Dysphoria, Injury/Injury detail
Under Your Skin is a descent into the darkest corners of obsession—and I loved every twisted second of it. I went in blind, drawn by the promise of Joe Arden’s narration (which, by the way, was absolutely phenomenal), and I was not prepared for the ride that followed.
Christian is not just morally grey—he’s pitch black. Possessive, obsessive, unhinged... and somehow magnetic. Joe Arden embodied him with terrifying precision, right down to that deranged laugh that will haunt me for a long time. Lee Daniels also gave a fantastic performance as Elena, grounding the emotional chaos with vulnerability and strength.
This story pulls no punches. It’s raw, graphic, and at times deeply disturbing. There’s no sugar-coating, no soft landings, and definitely no happily ever after. The ending left me stunned—and days later, I still can’t stop thinking about it.
And the spice? Let’s just say… it scorches. Dark, dangerous, and absolutely addictive.
This book won’t be for everyone, and the trigger warnings should be taken seriously. But if you can handle the intensity, Under Your Skin is a brutal masterpiece of dark romance and psychological obsession. Ariel N. Anderson didn’t just write a story—she carved it into my brain.