A Dangerous Obsession Novels & Stories

The pace of the vibrator increased, the hum intensifying. “Ohhh—fuck—” A soft thump as she arched back against the stall. “He should be bending me over his desk, not looking at her like that—” Her breath came in ragged pants now, her moans slipping past her lips faster, sharper. “Ahhh—ahh—fuck, I’m so close—” I squeezed my eyes shut, my nails digging into my palms. This wasn’t just jealousy. This was obsession. And it was spiraling into something dangerous.

Felix said. “A call??? What did he say?” Damian asked again. “He mentioned something about wanting to punish you. And to do that, he had to wipe out every one closest to you.” Felix answered. Felix’s words sent a chill down my spine. That Mark must be someone that’s really dangerous. Closest to him, that’s really scary. Damian took in a deep sigh and sat down on the chair close to Felix. “Wait, is that the reason you wouldn’t let Selina out of your sight?” Felix asked as he gave me a quick glance.

She continued unbuttoning his shirt, her fingers brushing against his chest. "Why is it always black?" Hazel asked in a soft tone as she slowly touched Francisco's hard chest after pulling his shirt down. Francisco's breath was heavy. He slowly pulled Hazel closer. "Black means obsession." "And you are my obsession, honey." Their gazes locked onto each other. "Obsession is not good," Hazel said as she slowly moved closer to his face. Francisco also lowered his head. "What is good or what's not, I will decide, honey. Everything I have for you is justified."

t and likely kill Johnny himself, not Layla, with her gossipy nature and sharp eyes, not the old men with their rambling stories and leering eyes that seemed to miss noth- ing. It was their secret, a dangerous, intoxicating !re that they fed in stolen mo- ments and couldn't seem to extinguish, no matter how much trouble it promised, no matter how many warnings they gave themselves. Tonight, it felt even more dangerous than usual, the air thick with unspoken longing, heavy with the weight of their shared secret. She could feel it thrum- ming in her veins, a restless energy that made her hands tremble slightly as she wiped down the bar,

Yet beneath that fear lurks a dangerous fascination for the possessive look in his eyes and the obsessive devotion woven into every word he speaks. “I can’t decide if I should run from you… or let you ruin me.”

My clit throbs, begging for attention, and as if reading my mind, he reaches down between us, his thumb finding the swollen nub and rubbing in firm circles that match his thrusts. "Mmh yes—Fuck me like that," I beg, my hands sliding down to his ass, squeezing the firm muscles as he drives into me. He obliges, pounding harder, his cock hitting that spot inside that makes my toes curl and my vision blur. The intensity ramps up, sweat starts to bead on his chest, slicking our skin where we press together, making the friction even better. I rock my hips to meet him, grinding down each time he fills me, chasing the pressure on my clit. The city lights outside seem to pulse in time with our rhythm

I was no longer just his possession. I was becoming his obsession. And in the dangerous world of the mafia, obsessions like this… never ended quietly.

“He will. Because men like Damien don’t love — they consume.” She swallowed hard. “And you’re different?” “Yes.” She laughed — a tiny, disbelieving sound. “I don’t even know you.” “You should.” My voice dropped lower. “You really should.” She stepped back again, but I grabbed her wrist — gently, not enough to alarm anyone watching, but firmly enough to keep her attention. “Listen to me,” I said. “Damien is spiraling. His obsession is turning into something dangerous. He won’t let you breathe without choking on his shadow.”

I've only been here a little over two weeks and I feel like I'm losing my mind. I actually lost my mind a long time ago, but now, I was just falling deeper and deeper into insanity and I think it has to do with the fact that I was becoming obsessed with Kitty. I had created this entire thing in my head that I knew wasn't normal but I couldn't stop it. "Because of Kitty," I repeated to Mason once again and he shook his head as he chuckled and moved away, his hands covered in my blood. "Kitty will be the death of you, Prisoner VII," Mason said as he washed his hands in the basin, "you really going through all of this for her? Who's running the drug industry if you're here in this place?"

Or because of the hatred in her eyes? "Now she won't forget her place. She will realize that she is nothing more than a mere distraction to me" he assured himself but then again his mind went to that wallflower. She felt beautiful and right under him. Earlier it was just a lust but now after getting her this close, that feeling turned into something stronger. Kind of obsession. He wants her under him. He wants to kiss her one more time. What kind of spell did she put on him that made him go crazy over her?. Even he couldn't stop himself, that much crazy he was for her. He was obsessed with her and any obsession is dangerous. • • • • • •