A Deadly Obsession Novels & Stories

Damon heard what I said and just smirked. "You have no choice, sweetheart," he replied in a flirtatious way. It felt creepy to my mind my body seemed to be attached. My heart was beating faster and faster as I gulped hard at what was happening. There was no way I would ever like a guy who has killed someone before. Damon was a mafia don, a killer, and a criminal. I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't have any kind of association with Damon, but here I am, sitting on his thighs wearing just lingerie. The worst part is that my body was getting comfortable with it. It didn't feel good in any way.

His expression darkens… beautifully, dangerously. “My darkest obsession,” he murmurs, brushing his lips against mine without fully kissing me, “is you.” And because he decides to let it sink in my head, he repeats, this time more deadly, more sensual, more dangerous.. “Elena, you're my darkest obsession.” Then he pulls my lips into his.

“And I like that about you. Most people would run. You chase. You feel. You dive headfirst into danger… and into me. And that’s why I can’t resist you either.” My heart skipped. Desire tangled with fear, obsession with trust. “But the whispers, the warnings… they’re real. Someone is out there. Someone is watching you—or us.” He didn’t flinch. Instead, he leaned closer, brushing a strand of damp hair from my face. “Good. Fear keeps us alive. But obsession… obsession keeps us together. You feel it too, don’t you?” “Yes,” I whispered, trembling. “I… I can’t fight it. I want it. I want you. Even if it destroys me.”

It never ends well. Obsession is lethal. It creeps in quietly, wrapping itself around you like comfort, but it suffocates in the end. It erases who you were and replaces it with hunger. If I stay, the person I am will disappear, replaced by someone who longs for a violent man, a sadistic killer. Obsession has never been a good trait, and this one terrifies me more than he ever could. More than what happened earlier tonight. Being locked in that office was horrifying, but this is worse. This feels like addiction, deep and consuming.

“Answer me, Vince.” “How could you be so nonchalant at this moment, Serene?” “And whoever gave you permission to be casual with me? Serenity is a cruel woman. That’s what Vince came to learn about his once childhood friend, and now boss, who pushed him around whenever she liked. She doesn’t care about him in the least. Or so he thinks. Because to Serenity, her obsession with Vince is the only thing that brings excitement to her dull life. Even when she’s always face to face with death, she finds it oh-so-boring.

Said something about "It’s good to have a partner to spar with." So, what did that mean? That we were… friends? Oh, fuck. I never thought about having friends. It felt exhausting. And today, this so-called friend of mine wanted to hang out. Too bad today was also my first killing session. I grinned at the thought. I had already made a mental note to picture my father’s face as I delivered my first kill. The guy I was assigned to kill was a traitor. He worked for the enemy and was caught less than 24 hours after he joined.

He was deadly serious, staring into the dark recesses of my soul with his dark gaze. I looked up and shivers ran through me at the thought that people might actually be watching us right now. And he wants all these people to know that I belonged to him? What the fuck was going on? Xander's POV. Obsession is a very dangerous feeling and very delicate to play with. Most people are familiar with that addictive poison. They use some simple drugs to drown out the pain and ease their thoughts. On the other hand, my obsession with things had always yielded effective results.

His eyes were filled with a mix of love and madness. "I am so lucky to die having seen you, Avyana.I hurt you this time too, but I was helpless. I was dying for you, dying just to see you. I knew this obsession had no limits. Only death could separate us. I am your sinner, Avyana" he whispered, placing a soft kiss on her forehead for the last time. Indeed, he was right. First came attraction, then bonds, then love, then devotion, and finally, obsession. Obsession always leads to death when it becomes extreme.

Fantasizing about fucking every inch of her, stretching her tight little holes, making her take my cock while she moaned my name like a prayer. Oh yeah. This was fucking dangerous. My jaw tightened. Fucking hell. She was an addiction, a drug-like obsession. And I have never been the type to get addicted to anything. Never been the type to care about anything. I didn’t care about her… not really. But I wanted her. And every time I saw her, that craving only fucking grew. There are two things you do with an unhealthy obsession: You either kill it or stay the hell away until it fades.

In the darkness, she promised herself that she was going to make him regret ever taking her. Serena had spent hours in the dark, her wrists were aching and her mind was racing. She replayed everything she knew about Lucian Moretti. She had heard he was Ruthless and Calculating but most of all, Dangerous. He wasn’t just another enemy in her father’s long list of rivals, he was the kind of man who didn’t play fair.