All Chapters of Flames of Obsession: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter OneIf my mother ever discovered the truth about the way I looked at her husband, she would never forgive me. That knowledge should have terrified me into silence. Instead, it settled in my chest like a dare I could no longer ignore.I sat on the living-room couch with my phone in my hand, the screen glowing uselessly. My eyes never left him. Mr. Zeal lounged in the armchair across from me, bare-chested, grey sweatpants riding low on his hips. The deep cut of muscle along his abdomen caught the afternoon light every time he shifted. He looked relaxed, almost careless, while something restless and sharp moved under my skin. I tried to focus and swallowed my spit several times.I had wanted him from the first day he walked into our lives. Other men had come and gone in brief, forgettable stretches—none lasting longer than a couple of days. None of them carried the quiet authority he did, the way his voice could drop and still fill a room. He was the man every woman noticed and t

We stepped into the shower together, hot water pouring over our naked bodies. But Mr. Zeal had no intention of just washing me. His hands roamed greedily over my skin, never resting.“I’m not done with you yet, princess,” he growled against my neck, kissing and sucking hard enough to leave fresh marks. “I want to fuck you until you can’t walk tomorrow. Until this tight little pussy remembers only Daddy’s cock.”His words sent a fresh wave of heat between my legs. I gripped the shower bar tightly as my knees weakened. This was everything I had fantasized about for years — finally having what my mom had been enjoying all this time. The forbidden thought made me smile through my moans“Fuck… Daddy, let’s go back to the bed,” I whispered desperately, pulling his face to mineOur tongues tangled in a messy, hungry kiss. He explored my mouth like he owned it, deep and possessive, while his hands squeezed my ass, grinding his hardening cock against me.He lifted me effortlessly, my legs wra

Coach turned me around roughly and bent me over the desk again. My chest hit the cool wood as he yanked my boxers down in one swift motion, leaving me completely exposed. He kicked my legs wider apart and stepped between them, his big hands gripping my ass cheeks and spreading me open.He leaned over me, chest pressed against my back, and connected our lips in a filthy kiss. I tasted myself on his tongue — salty, mixed with his own flavor. The warmth of his mouth made me moan into him, my body already trembling. He kissed me deep and slow, like he was reminding me who I belonged to now.“Coach…” I whimpered when he finally pulled back.He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down my spine, stopping to suck hard on my shoulder blade. Then lower. His mouth found my nipple as he reached around, pinching and rolling the other one between his fingers. I arched back, moaning loudly, the sharp pleasure shooting straight to my cock.“Ahhhh… Coach…”He kept g

I waited until the last light in the hallway went out. Then I left my room and stepped onto the back porch barefoot.The alpha sat on the wooden bench in the dark, elbows on his knees, head down. The same place he always went after Helena turned him away. His shirt was still off. The thick shape of him pressed hard against the front of his shorts, restless and heavy.I walked until I stood right in front of him.He lifted his head. Those dual-colored eyes locked on me for a second, cold and warning, before they dropped. I wore only a thin sleep shirt that barely covered the tops of my thighs. Nothing underneath. The night air and the leftover scent of his frustration had already made my nipples tight.“Lyra. What are you doing out here?”His voice came out low and rough.I didn’t move. Instead I reached down and laid my hand over the hard length of him through the fabric. The heat of it jumped under my palm. Thick. Heavy. Already strained from how long he had been left wanting.Cassian

Marcus tried to stand the second his cock stopped pulsing.His legs were still shaky. The front of his shorts was a dark, ruined mess — thick white cum had soaked straight through the fabric and was still dripping down the inside of his thigh in slow, heavy streaks. Even after that massive load, the thick outline was already twitching again, swelling back to full size like it hadn’t just emptied. The head pushed obscenely against the wet cloth, dark and shiny where fresh precum mixed with the mess.I didn’t let him get up.The moment he shifted forward I planted my bare foot in the center of his chest and shoved him back down onto the bench. He dropped hard, a rough breath punched out of him. I kept my foot there for a second, feeling his heart slam under my sole, then slowly dragged it down his body.Over the hard planes of his stomach. Lower. Until the ball of my foot pressed right against the hot, sticky bulge of his cock.It jumped hard under me, thick and heavy.“Veronica—” h