An Illicit Obsession Novels & Stories

Most not. At a corner two women were on a wide seat. One lay on her back, legs open. The other was between her thighs, mouth on her breast, sucking hard while her fingers rubbed tight circles on the woman’s clit. The one underneath kept making these soft, desperate sounds, hips lifting every time the fingers moved. A sex party. I turned to Ethan, shocked. “I wanted to spice things up, babe,” he said, like it was nothing. I shook my head. “You don’t have to do all this, Ethan. I think we should go.”

**Lust's Asylum: Twisted Confessions** **Host’s Introduction** Welcome back to the flames... Obsession is the most dangerous muse. Tonight’s confession is about a brilliant but deeply disturbed artist who found his perfect living canvas online. What started as distant admiration became kidnapping, captivity, and the most intimate, twisted form of artistic possession. This one is dark, psychological, and intensely erotic. Here is the confession of “Stalker’s Muse.” --- **Story 13: Stalker’s Muse**

“I should have realized earlier, the way his chocolate brown eyes stared at me, the way he hugged me a little longer than usual though pretended to be unintentionally, the way his eyes spoke thousand words louder than his lips that my step brother too was in love with me.” “I should not let her feelings grow. What she wants is forbidden and illicit. It will ruin us in the end.” "You know I don't stop until I get what I want and you're someone I don't want. You're possession, love, obsession and everything. I won't let you go away from me." "She is fire and she is tempting me slowly. If I go close to her, I'll be burnt. She is going to turn me into ashes. She is someone I love, I admire but s

Any annoyance I had once felt for Callum had been totally replaced with lust. Attraction. He had acknowledged his act, kept it up for others, but only I knew his secret. His true self. He had given everything up for me. He had bent his whole life backwards for me. I dare say he was obsessed with his little slut. And that obsession was mutual. I could not get enough of him. He was the best, dirtiest, most sexy boyfriend I could ever ask for. My lust for him had been well founded and it was paying off in spades.

“ Please do not expect anything more in and out of this agreement , I would not and cannot have feelings for you so I suggest you do the same… and I implore you to control your urges and try your possible best to remain faithful for this period. I would hate to be caught in the spotlight when you are found having a lover “ He was so arrogant. It was at that moment , Lilian looked at him in disgust , her anger starting to boil “ Mr. Knight do not insult me!!.I would play my part to the best of my abilities and would follow your rules without a fault” “ Good.. I would just hate it if the police found out about your father’s fraudulent activities” He said threateningly “ Are you threatening me

9Maya. I’d never been like this before. Not with anyone. Not with myself. Obsession felt like a sickness, something I couldn’t shake, something that turned my days into endless waiting, my nights into hours spent staring at the ceiling, aching and empty and full of wild, helpless want.

I swallowed hard, “So… what happens after denial?” “Obsession.” Sienna’s voice trembled slightly, and she quickly dropped her gaze to her food. “They won’t be able to stop themselves from thinking about us, no matter how much they try. And the more they crave, the worse it gets.” My appetite vanished. I shoved my tray aside and glanced at the boys, who were seated across the room but seemed far too at ease for my liking. Silas caught my gaze and smirked, a slow, dangerous curve of his lips that made my stomach flip for all the wrong reasons.

"So why waste your precious time on me? Shouldn't you be trying to seduce Dante faster? Working harder to get him to marry you so he can finally let go of me?" Victoria gasped. Isabelle's face went white, then red. Elena moved closer, her voice dropping to cold and dangerous. "I will not let you or Victoria walk over me anymore. I am not pathetic. I am not a loser." She tilted her head, her smile sharpening. "And I will not fight over a man you two are passing around like a joint at a college party. Friends indeed." The implication hung in the air, thick and toxic. The suggestion that Isabelle and Victoria had both slept with Dante, that they were trading him between them like some sordid ga

"The exchange is about to close, and these people are still lining up. Their addiction must be strong..." "A gentleman loves wealth, but acquires it by proper means," Carl replied. "If someone is obsessed with getting rich overnight, they'll always look for opportunities and believe in rumors to take a gamble." "That's true. Many people's greed is endless." Amelia withdrew her gaze. "Just like this gambling and organ trafficking incident—if their greed hadn't overcome their reason, none of this would have happened." "Boss!" Elijah rubbed his little belly. "My tummy is growling." Amelia looked down: "Elijah, is your tummy rumbling?"

His emptied mind was like a hallow-barrow, closing his eyes without much thought. He was thoughtless as she filled him with desires, the desires of wanting more than just a kiss. All his love for was like that empty barrow. But because it was hallowed… it was like a bottomless pit. He was that hallowed-bottomless barrow, always wanting more and more from her.