An Illicit Obsession Novels & Stories

Do I look that *'I-have-no-man'? I mean I am, but it's kind of rude he just assumed it. I fiddled with my sleeves, brain blank, mouth dry. No clue how to respond. But he wasn't done. Of course he wasn't. *"We've traveled together. Shared rooms a hundred times. Worked insane hours. You're efficient. I'm stable. Neither of us has time for romantic circus nonsense."* He paused, locking eyes with me. *"So yes — you're the most convenient option for me. And realistically, I'm the most secure option for you."*

⚠️ MATURE AUDIENCE ADVISORY This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and themes intended for mature readers only. By proceeding, you acknowledge that you are 18 years of age or older. Reader discretion is strongly advised. *********** Unlock the door to your darkest fantasies and prepare to lose control. Illicit Affair is an erotic journey where the rules don't apply and inhibition is left at the threshold. From stolen glances in crowded rooms to the slow, agonizing burn of secret encounters, these stories are crafted to push every boundary and satisfy your deepest, most primal cravings.

I mark her neck like a claim. But even as I lose myself in her, the conflict rages inside me. I am destroying her carefully built world. I am the darkness she keeps letting in. And the most terrifying truth of all? I don’t want to stop. Because for the first time in my miserable life, this obsession feels like the only thing worth burning everything else for.

I took a photo of er sleeping in my lap. Added it to the file. Then I sat there in her apartment planning the next phase. I looked down at her sleeping face. La mia ossessione. My obsession. My prize. My perfectly constructed trap. And she’d walked into it beautifully.

“If you're absolutely right, I'm a committed man, I shouldn't be doing this, don't worry about money, you don't owe me anything, feel at home” Andy runs out of there, he felt ashamed, he was violating all his values, he was against anything that disrespected a relationship, a marriage, or any belief, he was very correct. But Camille aroused all kinds of bad thoughts in him, and when he became obsessed with something, there was nothing to get it out of his head, and that was what he was feeling for Camille, an obsession.

I met his gaze, locked in the depths of his dark eyes. "This is not on you," he murmured. "I can’t bear the fact that someone left such a cruel mark on you. It’s because of you—but this is my revenge." His words sank deep into my bones. I looked at him carefully. This—this was the real him. Completely bare. Transparent. I couldn’t believe it. Jina was right. This man is obsessed with me.

“Please. I need to hear your voice.” “I’m going to miss this pussy every single day,” he said, voice rough with emotion and need. “I’m going to miss the way you look at me when I’m inside you. The way you say my name when you cum. The way you sneak into my room like you can’t stay away.” “I can’t stay away,” I admitted. My hands slid up his back and held on. “Even when I know how wrong it is. Even when I know Mom can never find out. I still want you.”

OLIVIA I WAS EXHAUSTED. I was both physically and mentally exhausted. I'm at home now, lying in my bed. My thoughts had become jumbled due to my encounter with my father at the restaurant. So I was distracting myself by scrolling through and checking my social media accounts. My head was hurting a lot now because I'd seen the photos and videos I'd taken with Will earlier go viral in our school's social media groups. What is the source of that man's obsession? He irritates me to no end.

I closed my eyes and started to move my finger inside the dripping hole, first at a slower pace and then at a faster one, feeling as though more juice was flowing out of me. I heard the woman moaning again from the other door. This time, her voice was softer. She seemed to be panting because of the rapid breathlessness between her words. "H-henry, lick it. Please, eat me out." After that, I heard her screaming loudly. Oh my God, I never knew Henry was a real beast in bed. As I continued to indulge myself, imagining the scene unfolding next door, I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy mixed with arousal. The sounds of their passion only fueled my own desire, making me ache for something

Mason stood up from the bed with a frown on his face, it's not like he had a good sleep. He has been battling with a life-threatening insomnia for the past years, it all started when he took drugs for the first time. The day he met Madison, His ex-fiancee in bed with his uncle, Erling. He angrily went to a club and was forced to take Morphine mixed with alcoholic wine which caused him harm. Part of the harm caused by the drug was obsession due to what the drug met the brain doing.