An Illicit Obsession Novels & Stories

by his ruthless father and ruthless family. She pulls him up by the shoulders and makes him sit in front of her. She holds his face desperately. "This thing happening between us isn't normal, it's illicit..." She tells him with a nervous voice, "So you know the outcome-" "Then why does it feel so pure and vulnerable? Why do I feel like I'm doing something right for the first time?" His hand starts stroking on her bare thigh. "It's because both of us have been wronged Asher. I want to-"

I've only been here a little over two weeks and I feel like I'm losing my mind. I actually lost my mind a long time ago, but now, I was just falling deeper and deeper into insanity and I think it has to do with the fact that I was becoming obsessed with Kitty. I had created this entire thing in my head that I knew wasn't normal but I couldn't stop it. "Because of Kitty," I repeated to Mason once again and he shook his head as he chuckled and moved away, his hands covered in my blood. "Kitty will be the death of you, Prisoner VII," Mason said as he washed his hands in the basin, "you really going through all of this for her? Who's running the drug industry if you're here in this place?"

Partially Matured Scenes Ahead🔞‼️ If uncomfortable, please skip... . . . . . West was beginning to learn as she started kissing him back, and Lincoln felt his demon kicking in. He couldn't control his urges anymore as he pressed her to his chest, ravishing her lips, he felt he had found his new addiction. He found his favorite place. West arched her back as she wrapped her hand around his head and pressed her lips on his, she returned his kiss in the same ecstasy.

Harold lay down slowly, his breath soft and steady. Lizzy, fueled by desire, swiftly tore open his shirt, eager to seize the moment, and kissed his lips. "Laura... Laura..." Harold's voice trembled, lost in his own illusions. Mistaking Lizzy Laura, he reached out, grasping her face, holding her close, longing for the comfort of what he believed was there. "Lizzy asked, her eyebrows creasing in confusion, 'Who's Laura?' And suddenly, Harold fell asleep right away because he was drunk."

He whispered my name in a velvet, intoxicating tone… full of something that ignited something in me I couldn’t extinguish… I responded physically, clenching my thighs involuntarily, struck by an overwhelming rush of desire. "Mr. Dorian…" I murmured his name, barely audible. He smiled lightly, then buried his nose in my neck, sighing deeply, as if my existence were the air he needed. "Insanity." The word left him in a lustful, dazed tone, and though it startled me… I was the most intoxicated of the two.

“Always. Completely. And I’ll show you exactly what that means.” The night stretched on in waves of desire and possession. Sebastian’s hands memorized me, claimed me, and ignited a fire in every inch of my body. Each whisper, each dark murmur, each touch was a reminder of his obsession, his need, and his promise to keep me untouchable and utterly his. Even in moments of surrender, there was no doubt who held the power. Sebastian’s obsession was all-consuming, intoxicating, and dangerously addictive. And I? I was utterly addicted.

"Your hatred is the fuel for my obsession. The more you despise me, the more I crave to break you—until you have nothing left but my name on your lips when you finally reach your breaking point." He didn't want my soul; he wanted my absolute submission. My mind rebelled, screaming at me to push him away, to find a weapon, to run—but my body was betraying me. The proximity of him was like a narcotic, a lethal, addictive pull that made my knees feel like water. I hated how much I wanted him to stop, yet simultaneously, I craved this ruin. I craved the intensity because, in a world where I had been discarded and killed, his obsession—however toxic—was the only thing that felt real.

“Because some flames… aren’t meant to be controlled. Some obsessions… aren’t meant to be tamed. And some people… are impossible to resist.” The fog swallowed him again, but the electricity lingered. I was trembling, not just from desire, but from the realization that the first real obstacle had arrived—not someone watching from the shadows, not the city, not rumors—but me. My own obsession, my own surrender, my own dangerous choice to follow him into fire I couldn’t escape. Even as I walked away from the pier, alone in the fog, heart hammering, pulse racing, I knew the truth. This secret meeting wasn’t the end. It was only the beginning. And I was already consumed.

Elena I could barely focus, every step feeling like a careless dance on unsteady ground. Marco's ordeal was a looming specter, a dark cloud threatening to suffocate me. Why is he doing this? What does he want from me? It's illegal, it's outrageous! My own father, willing to hand me over to this devil in exchange for a debt clearance, and the audacity of Marco to suggest... that! I refuse to be a sacrificial lamb, not for my father, not for anyone. I've worked tirelessly, day and night, to keep us afloat. This is a line I won't cross.

It was a natural, easy connection that made her stomach churn with a jealousy so potent it tasted like poison on her tongue. Alli stayed at The Hollow long after closing, nursing a warm beer, refusing to let herself go home and sit in The silence in her head was a thick, su#ocating blanket. Alli scrubbed at the same spot on the bar, the cheap wood grain starting to blur under therelentless pressure. Her arm burned, muscles screaming for a break, but she couldn't stop. Couldn't let herself stop. She counted the money in the drawer, again and again, the bills snapping like tiny gunshots in the otherwise empty space. Anything to keep her mind from replaying the scene, a loop of Layla's hands po