Beast's Obsession Mga Nobela at Kwento

A third dick in her asshole and she would be stretched to full capacity. As I watch Becks play with her toy, I think to myself—I want to be the one stimulating her clit. The one fucking her pussy. I want to watch her lose her shit over my cock. I want her to admit to knowing about my secret camera; to admit that she’s just as fucked up as I am. I want to fuck her. I want to watch her come undone on my tongue. My obsession with Becks creeps up on me without warning. My newest fixation.

her voice shivered as that night ran in her mind. "What he did to you?" "He-he-he. All I know is that he is crazy. Wild. Violent. An obsessive enthusiast. He can kill with a flick of his finger, with a flutter of his lash," she kept on saying as if in a trance, "if you g-go against him, he won't kill you but extract your soul. When you are u-under him, around him, you have got no other option but to obey because at the end only that would happen what he had mentioned in the very start. I'm scared of challenging him,"

For her, I would have to try. The Beast became a dark, somewhat sadistic, layer to my already domineering sexual appetite. I liked control, I liked giving it rough, and hard, if not a bit selfishly and brutally. I'd never hurt a woman, but more things than one could be at stake if my monster got it in our head to be rough with the light of our life.

“Then we hold until there’s no one left to drown.” The Beast inside him stirred at the sight, surging against its chains. It relished this—the chaos, the chance to rend and tear without limit. Maxim braced himself, drawing breath, forcing control. The ritual had given him strength, yes, but it had also thinned the barrier. Each oath-bound soul was another tug at his restraint. Their fear was his fear, their hunger his hunger. And the Beast was very, very hungry. The first wave struck.

The beast let out a low growl, its hips thrusting upwards as it pinned me against the nearest wall, its cock driving deep inside me. "Fuck," I moaned, my body trembling as the beast began to pound into me, its thrusts hard and relentless, its cock filling me completely with each powerful stroke. The beast's eyes locked onto mine, its gaze intense and hungry. "I'm going to make you scream," it growled, its voice low and dangerous as it began to move faster, its hips thrusting with a newfound urgency. I moaned softly, my body trembling with anticipation as I felt the beast's cock throb inside me, ready to give me exactly what I craved.

“Being near you…Alia, it makes me lose control.” I stood still. Confusion written on my face “My curse reacts to you,” he continued quietly. “My beast runs wild when I touch you. I don’t want to hurt you. But I can't control it. When it craves something, it doesn't stop until it feeds on it.” He stopped talking and then he spoke again.” And you, Alia…my beast craves you more badly than any other thing, it's more than blood lust or death. It wants you, and it won't stop until it has you. I can't let it have you.”

Grant Gonas is the man the underworld fears and the business world admires. As the CEO of GONAS, a multibillion-dollar empire built over generations, he is known for his intelligence, discipline, and ruthless decisions. But beneath the image of a respected businessman lies a terrifying secret—Grant is the head of one of the most powerful mafia families in America. Feared as The Frozen Beast, he has no room for emotions, no patience for love, and no intention of letting anyone close enough to become his weakness. A high-stakes business meeting takes Grant from Los Angeles to San Diego, where he chooses to travel without the luxury and security that usually surround him. One rainy afternoon,

“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.

My jaw clenched. Mira leaned back; her voice calm and dreamy. "All night long, I thought about him." She laughed again. "And now? I believe in love at first sight." I stared at her, mute. This lady—this pathetic, manipulative lady—stood before me, confessing that somehow, in less than twenty-four hours, she had developed this pretty sick obsession for Alexander,my man. One measured breath came, then the next. "You're delusional ," I said, freezing her in place with my glare. "This conversation never took place. You are going to respect my father, and we are both going to pretend you never said all this."

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.