All Chapters of Devil's Psychopathic Obsession : Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

The music throbbed low in the walls of Devil's Den club, but back here, in my private penthouse suite, there was only heat and breath and reckless abandon.Mia moaned.Her bare back slammed softly against the plush of the velvet couch, her fingers scratching at my broad shoulders like she wanted to dig into my skin. What was left of her dress hung around her waist, her bra tossed somewhere across the floor.My mouth was at her throat, biting, teasing, licking like I was starving. I think I was starving, because my last sex was the previous day. I have been busy following up on the transportation of my goods until they reach their destination. Business has been fucking draining, and letting off steam was a requirement in this line. Maybe not for everyone, but it was for me.“Fuck, you taste like sin,” I growled, one hand gripping her jaw as I forced her head back, baring her neck further. “You like being used, don’t you, fucking pussy?”“Yes… God, yes… I like it so… much.” she whimpere

THE QUIET THAT SCREAMEDThe days after Hunter Groves left their house bled into each other like open wounds dark, swollen, and impossible to ignore.But everything became strangely quiet and calm. Too quiet.There were no strange men in their driveway. No black vehicles idling outside the gate. No warnings or letters or threats. It was as if the storm came and then simply vanished, leaving no sound in its wake.Mirabella didn’t trust the quietness or calmness.She moved through the house like a stranger, tiptoeing through the shadows of what used to be home. David was different, too. Quieter and more absent recently. He stayed out late and left earlier, sometimes he doesn't come back home at night even. When she asked where he went, he offered plane replies; work, meetings, errands.She knew he was hiding something from her.He had done something.She cornered him on the third Sunday after their uninvited visitor came around.David sat at the marble counter in the kitchen, flipping th

Three Years Later“I said play with your tits, give me a show.”"Hunter... please. I can't take it anymore. Just touch me."Jackie’s voice trembled, breathy and eager like a wanton. Her knees pressed against the edge of his obsidian desk as she sat on his desk. Her red lips were slightly parted, pupils blown wide with hunger as she caressed, pinched and tugged at her nipples with her clothes still on. She knew what she was asking for.Hunter leaned back in his leather chair, the dim city lights behind him outlining his sharp silhouette like a dark god in a throne. The button of his crisp black shirt strained across his broad chest as he slowly rolled up his sleeves. One brow arched lazily. He liked making people wait. Especially when they begged so much."You've been dropping temptation for weeks, you whore, haven't you? You came here with your father for the first time wearing almost nothing, and now you wore that silk red blouse just for this, didn't you? The one that clings to your

***The gunshot echoed through the underground cage like a divine punctuation — the kind that closed a chapter permanently. Ziko’s body slumped forward, lifeless, crimson blooming across his chest like a cursed rose. Hunter stood still as his men: trained, merciless, silent, stepped in and cleaned up the mess. Not a single command was needed. They knew the drill. Blood was part of the foundation down here.Hunter lit a cigarette, the smoke curling from his lips like a hissed warning to anyone daring enough to cross him next. The bitter flavor of rage hadn’t dulled at all. If anything, it grew sharper with every passing second.Ziko had betrayed him; sold him out, after everything. Secrets passed to Geret, the bastard running dirty counter deals across the East. And for what? A woman? A paycheck? A foolish taste of power?He'd remember once before he fucked Geret’s woman. She was a pretty little slut who didn't hesitate to be fucked by him. He had no idea she was Geret's woman at first

***Jackie’s heels clicked against the polished floor as she approached him, hips swaying in that way she knew always got her attention. But Hunter Groves wasn’t looking at her. His eyes were dark and hooded with lust. They were fixed on the crowd below. On only one girl.Mirabella…But Jackie didn’t notice. She strolled up, wearing a sheer red dress that left little to the imagination. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, letting her fingers trace the tattoos that lined his neck."You called for me, Devil?" she purred into his ear.His jaw twitched. His eyes remained locked on Mira as she kept on laughing at something Aria, her friend said. The way her face always lit up when she laughed. Those perfect dentitions, sparkling as they are displayed. He could feel her innocence from here. She must have been forced into that reviealing dress by her friend because she kept trying to adjust the length. Her wandering eyes also gave her away easily. What was she doing in a place like t