Brutal Obsession Book Series Novels & Stories

Heyyyyyyyyy I'm pretty glad I'm done with those two. I'm hurting too. Being the Don's Obsession is finished now as the second book in the series, "Angels for the Demons." Gianna Venditti and Zayne Xavier, this has to be the easiest book I've ever written, all thanks to you all for taking out time to comment and bug me. Lol, I love that too. Mint Mocha, you deserve a special chapter. I think I hurt you the most. Lol.

“Tomorrow we take this further. The boys are coming over. And you’re going to serve every single one of them.” Damien leaned down and kissed her swollen lips softly. “And you’ll love every moment of it.” Lila closed her eyes, too drained to respond. Yet deep inside, beneath the exhaustion and lingering shame, something dark and hungry stirred in response to their words. The obsession had taken root.

She cried as she continues her useless struggles to break free. But he still did it, anyway! Yang Tian-Xu ram himself hard and deep inside her when he entered. He thrust inside her for the first time. He penetrated her deeply; his movement was quick. He moved inside her continuously, and he was extremely rough. As Yang Tian-Xu trusted her from the inside, he kissed her lips violently, biting down on her lips, as he continues to thrust her deep. The room filled with their moans.

he laughed again. "Why do you keep saying sex? It's make love baby. Sex is just for whore. We love each other so it's make love." he's laughing a little still, but he stands up and go to my place. He hugged me so tight. "I love you, I love you, I love you… And our baby too…" he whispered to my ear. He hold my hands and played a little. "You know that there's so many bad things happened into our life, Specifically to the both of us. I made so many bad things to the point that I become obsessed and stalked you… You're not the only one who called me psycho because I really am… There's this five men that I nearly killed because they betrayed me. I almost lose my sister and that's the start why I

GABRIELS' POV I tried to calm my raging nerves as I watched Kayla storm off in front of me. I could tell she was pissed at me for interrupting whatever the hell that was with the man outside who seemed to be eye-fucking her with his leering eyes. But she wasn't the only person about to lose their mind. I was two seconds away from turning back and blowing his brains out for even exchanging words with her. I had no idea when my…fascination for Kayla grew to this extent.

**Flashback** Blood kept flowing from his busted head, the coppery smell thick in the air. His hands were tied at his back behind the chair he sat on and his face was a bloody mess. A shiver ran through my spine as I saw the condition of his teeths. They'd been broken and some of them littered the concrete ground, glistening white against the dark stains. The room reeked of sweat and iron, heavy and choking. My body shook at the horror in front of me. I clenched my hands and kept my face blank as I watched another man circle around him, with a knife in his hand. The boss of the Black Rose, Jacob Reyes.

Yubi Trey and I sit at the long table in the living room, the folder of Abel’s prison documents spread out in front of us. Michael has just stepped out to make some calls, leaving us alone with our thoughts, our frustration, and the faint, dangerous pull between us that neither of us wants to admit.

He bites my lip first, licks off the small blood in the bruise, then twists his tongue into my inner lips, tracing the corners of my mouth softly, slowly, while I feel his hands move down past my navel to the junction of my thighs. He pushes my legs apart a little, then his fingers rub on my clit. I moaned into his lips as the sweet pleasure gathered in my abdomen. In my head, I was swimming, drowning in the feelings he was evoking in me. Is this just an obsession, or was I falling for this man? Was I falling for my stepbrother? Or did I just like the way he makes me feel? I'm no longer thinking straight. My mind is a total mess of guilt and pure, raw need.

His palm cracks across my face, and I whimper as pain blooms through my cheek. "No," he sneers. "That would be too easy." The click of a blade opening turns my blood cold. The flat of the knife presses against my shoulder, just below my neck, cool and deliberate. "It's so tempting," he murmurs, pressing just hard enough to break the skin. Warmth trickles down my arm. Then, a loud bang from somewhere above. Shouting. "FBI! Put the girl down!" The words don't reach me right away. All I can hear is my own heartbeat, the cold press of the blade, my father's voice. Then the room fills with footsteps, and something stirs in my chest that I don't recognize. Something that feels almost like hope.

Her scream filled the room. He did it again. Harder. Faster. Her tits bounced with every brutal thrust. Her thighs quivered. Her walls clenched around him like they didn’t want to let him go. “You feel this?” he grunted. “This is what obsession feels like.” He bit her neck. Then fucked her harder. Flesh against flesh. The bed slammed against the wall. The sound of wet skin meeting wet skin, the slap of their bodies, the gasps, the moans, the snarls, the groans—it was all one erotic song.