A Dangerous Obsession Novels & Stories

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.

I wanted to end it all so I wouldn’t go insane. Because I can’t stand this anymore. I need what’s mine to be mine. I can’t stand her going out… I can’t stand anyone near her. This whole thing is slowly turning into a dangerous obsession, and I don’t want to end up doing something nasty. That was why I decided I would end everything. But then her knock came… her voice reminding me of how much I wanted her. How I can’t get over last night… I don’t think I ever will.

I was standing at the edge of understanding, and it was both exhilarating and horrifying. I swallowed hard, trying to force my chest to steady, my hands to unclench. My mind ran over possibilities, scenarios, reactions. Each one was dangerous, each one demanded precision and beneath it all, a raw, aching pulse of desire, fear, and obsession surged, a tether to Damian that refused to break. I knew this night would not end with words. It could not.

In his steel-gray eyes, I saw something dangerous. Obsession. And I was terrified of how much I wanted to return for the next “appointment.”

Inside, she sits heavily on the couch. “I feel bad for him,” she says. “Don’t.” “I can’t help it. He’s clearly in pain—” “He’s obsessed. There’s a difference.” I sit beside her. “And his obsession is putting you in danger.” “What do you mean?” “I mean people who can’t have what they want sometimes do desperate things.” She goes quiet. Processing. “You think he’d hurt me?” “I think he’d try to take you. And that’s enough reason to keep you away from him.”

Copyright, Nihc Ronoel All Rights Reserved 2020 MYSTERIOUS OBSESSION “Where can your obsession finally lead you?” Aris Sandoval was such a good-for-nothing type of a Casanova, but behind his charming looks that were effortlessly used to leave trails of brokenhearted women wherever he went, lies an obsessed heart longing for an extraordinary woman from his past. Will he still continue his mysterious obsession, once he found the right love with a different woman?

"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?"

That almost made things worse. "Then what was I?" Dante stared at her with something dark and conflicted moving behind his eyes, like he genuinely didn't know how to answer. In that moment Ariana understood something terrifying, Dante Cole hadn't made that bet because he wanted attention. He'd made it because he was obsessed. But obsession wasn't love. It was hunger, possession, and control, and Ariana had spent her whole life surviving men who wanted ownership instead of understanding. Her father, her ex, and now Dante. Never again.