A Dangerous Obsession Movie Novels & Stories

"And I do not know you." "The bartender told you my name, didn't he?" Cassian asked, a slow, dangerous smile curving his lips. "I saw him whisper to you. I saw the way your eyes widened when you looked back up at me." "He told me to leave," Vittoria admitted, looking up into his dark eyes. "He said you are dangerous." "He was right," Cassian whispered, his gaze dropping to her lips. "I am the most dangerous thing in this city, sweet girl. But you did not run when he told you that. Why are you still standing here?"

« Putain… » cria-t-elle en s’agrippant à lui, perdant peu à peu pied face à celui qu’elle n’aurait jamais dû approcher. Mais comment résister à l’héritier Santiago, celui qui obtient toujours ce qu’il veut, sans jamais hésiter ? « Xandeeeer… » « Dis mon nom ! » « Xandeeeer ! » « Mon nom complet », murmura-t-il. « Alexander West Santiago ! » Et à partir de ce jour, elle devint sa plus grande faiblesse. Jordan Monroe est la première fille, longtemps cachée, de Rowan Monroe. Toute sa vie, elle a vécu dans l’ombre du nom puissant de son père, traitée comme une étrangère au sein de sa propre famille. Tout bascule lorsqu’elle intègre la prestigieuse Lakeside Elite Academy,

he reminded himself, "Let's see how he'll be giving the orders when you take everything away from him." He walked up to Damien, standing inches away from him as he gritted out, “That wan is dangerous, Damien. She's an obsessed bitch who would do everything to get close to you, and if she does not succeed, she harms you.” Damien took a step back, his eyes narrowed in disbelief, “What?”

he admitted, his voice heavy with disappointment. "But he's become obsessed with her." Max couldn't help but feel a sense of despair at the thought of Francisco's infatuation with Hazel, knowing the danger it posed to their organization. "I think he's fallen in love with the wrong person," Max confessed, his voice tinged with regret. "And he's letting her control him. This is the worst thing ever." "It's a risk for us, Max," Lucas voiced his concerns, his tone heavy with apprehension. Max nodded in agreement, his expression reflecting a sense of resignation.

You are going to me mine and I can fuck you whenever and wherever I want. Listening to that I looked up and I wasn't seeing that old Abhi there. he was behaving like a monster and I was getting afraid of him then. A shiver ran through my boss hearing to that. I never imagined he would say anything like that. '''Why??? What happened??? Why are you so shocked??? Oh come on!!! it will be a pleasure for you too.. Come on. and this cold weather demands this.. Come on. baby its our honeymoon and I am not gonna let you sleep without satisfying me tonight.''''

“The bitch deserves it. She kept us apart, my love.” I cringe away as he cups my cheek. Tears track down my face unbidden as I realize exactly how dire this situation is; he could do anything to me and there is no one to stop him. His time in prison didn’t lessen his obsession, if anything he seems even more off-kilter. He makes a move to kiss me and I push him away. His grip tightens on my arm and he grabs my face harshly, holding me in place. I kick and cry out. I fight.

His suit jacket flapped in the wind, and his eyes were wild. He stormed toward our car, and the driver got out quickly to confront him. “Sir, you can’t just” But Damian shoved him aside like he was made of paper, eyes locked solely on me. I scrambled across the seat and tried to open the opposite door, panic clawing at my throat. “Sarah,” Damian called out, voice louder now. “You’re making this difficult. Just come with me, we need to talk.” Talk? My skin crawled at the word. This wasn’t about talking. His face was twisted with obsession, desperation, and something far more dangerous. I kicked the door open and ran.

After I do that, he will never want to leave my side and he will see just how much he wants to be with me. My feelings for him had never changed but rather grew even stronger for him since the night we spent together at his apartment. It was just, I could not wait any longer. I needed to be with him; I needed him to be mine, once and for all. This whole thing had to stop. I never go for guys shorter than me but there was something about Callum that just made my cl*t f*cking throb. The more I thought about him, the more fascinated I became. His flaws and my fascination with him had grown into an obsession. My frustration and obsession had turned into lust. I just could not stop thinking about

Three years of no friends, three years of only Noah throwing insults at me. Jess frowns as she looks at me—again. Digging up some of my old flair, I paste on a big smile, catch the arm of a passing waitress, and order a round of drinks for the table: a shot of tequila for me, prosecco for Madame President, and a Guinness for Connor. The other guys decline my offer. Maybe they’re still wary of me, but I barely notice. My senses are heightened and taut, tight as a wire as I try to keep one eye on the door and one on my friends, hoping I look casual and not anxious.

Dakota POV I stand in the doorway of the bathroom, watching her wash my cum off her face. She turns me on in unreal ways. I want to own her body. I want to be deep inside her pussy. The thoughts I have of her are not typical. She is my obsession. She cleans her face and walks to me, standing in the doorway of her bathroom. “What do you want to do to me now, stud?” Tonya asks me. The thoughts that are going through my mind are wild and machinist. “I want to take you to your bedroom,” I say to her.