An Illicit Obsession Novels & Stories

Shadows flickered along the cold concrete walls, stretching and twisting with the dim overhead light. Serena’s wrists burned from the rough rope biting into her skin, but she refused to wince. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. Across from her, Lucian Moretti lounged lazily in his chair. He has poured himself another glass of whiskey. Which he held in one hand watching her like a predator toying with its prey. His dark eyes gleamed with something unreadable but she could see a smirk playing at his lips.

Raphael cried. “Oh Yeah whatever!” Ella replied she rolled her eyes in disgust. She walked seductively towards Raphael, I was irritated to the cure. “I know what you have done for her..” Ella whispered into his ears, I was eager to know what he had done for me. Ella was playing the role of the devil tormenting the poor innocent soul. I felt like tearing her from limp to limp till the point she was unrecognizable. “That’s lovely, go ahead kill her!” Raphael whispered in my ear. I flung my hands around trying to make him move but instead I heard a sharp squirreling sound inside my ear. “Satisfy the beast in you and kill her!”

Nico was every ounce of bad he had claimed to be but right now, I wouldn’t want it any other way. He placed the cold, hard steel of the knife against my lips. “Because you’re my addiction, Lila. My obsession. I’m not letting you go, and neither is the beast inside me.” My skin was instantly electrified, my mind reeling with his words, my body whimpering with the need to be touched by him. Was I so far gone that such dark words made me lust for the wickedness that pulsed through his veins, waking the blackness I’d always known hid deep inside the depths of my soul? The more time I spent with him, the more I embraced the side of me I kept hidden for so long. The easier it became to just give i

“And we’re only getting started. More children. More gatherings. More nights where you are worshipped like the goddess you are.” Lila, voice raw and eyes shining with pure bliss, nestled closer between them. “I love you both,” she whispered. “Thank you for ruining me.” The ocean whispered its eternal song outside. Inside, the obsession had reached its perfect, eternal form — dark, filthy, loving, and without end. There would always be another chapter. Another gathering. Another night of blissful, all-consuming surrender.

It sank into my skin like heat on a fevered night, impossible to ignore. No matter how many times I reached for myself, desperate for release beneath the covers, the craving refused to die. It grew instead, wild and untamed. It wasn't about lust anymore. It was something darker. Deeper. Obsession. A low, pathetic kind of ache that hollowed out my insides. “Soren, it’s almost lunch. Want to grab food with me?” Samuel’s voice broke through my thoughts like a stone through glass. He waltzed in like he always did—like the room belonged to him—carrying that crooked grin that made him both charming and impossible to ignore.

The other slipped under her blouse, thumb circling her nipple until she whimpered into his mouth. When he pulled back, his eyes were dark with obsession. “You can lie to them about the perfect family. You can lie to yourself about how much you hated every second of my cock inside you.” His hand moved lower, palming her through her skirt, rubbing slow, firm circles over her clit. “But your body knows the truth. You’re already wet again, aren’t you?” Lila bit her lip hard to stifle a moan, hips rocking once against his hand before she caught herself. “Someone could walk in—”

“But all of my plans were ruined when I saw you for the second time, in the hospital, pacing back and forth, looking after my mother. And that’s when knew you were more than just a business deal. You became my craziest obsession. Something I had yet so far. And I wanted you all to myself no matter what.” “I have gotten everything I ever wanted and just the mere thought of you not being mine, drove me insane.” He rasped. My lips parted slightly in disbelief as I stared at him. With one long stride, he stood before me. My eyes widen when I looked at how enlarged his pupils were. His eyes reeking of lust, obsession, and something more. An emotion I had never encountered.

We arrive first at my room as Kuzma asks, “Boss, Do you need anything?’’ Hell Yes!! I want to fuck Adrian’s tight ass and cum in his ass. I want to do dirty things to him. I’ve been Celibate and I need to Fuck. Not just anybody, I want to fuck Adrian. Fuck! How have I been holding on for so long? “You can go Kuzma.’’ He nods, and makes his way to leave. Adrain is about to follow suit, when I say, “I never said you should go.’’ He pauses, sparing a glance at me, before his eyes fall on Kuzma who’s already leaving. Ilya didn’t come with us, I had an assignment for him, which he went to take care of.

His entire aura drew me in, grabbing me by the collar and forcing me to follow. I took a step closer, watching as he shifted in his seat. How could someone be so exquisite? The mere sight of him had my pulse racing. My breath hitched, something inside me snapping. Fuck. What was this feeling? I'd never felt it before. It wasn’t love or lust. It was something much darker. More twisted. Like it crawled from the bottom of hell and wrapped around my throat. Obsession. I wanted him. All of him. Every twitch, every whisper, every clumsy, flustered movement that screamed "break me", "use me as you see fit" and damn did I want to do just that. I wanted to ruin this pretty little thing till there was

“That is what I think about when I am supposed to be praying. Your body taking me. The sounds you make. The way you look when you stop pretending this is anything other than what it is.” Jonah’s reply was barely coherent. “What is it?” “Obsession.” Elias thrust harder to underline the word. “Mine. Yours. This arrangement we are both choosing to feed.” He shifted, hooked Jonah’s legs higher over his arms, and drove in even deeper. The new angle tore a broken cry from Jonah’s throat. Elias’s hand on his cock sped up, tight and relentless. The pressure built fast and heavy at the base of Jonah’s spine. “I’m going to come—”