Brutal Obsession Book Series Novels & Stories

His face was a mask, calm on the surface, but I could see the storm building behind his stare. “And he told me he’d make it happen,” I said, softer now. “Jeremy promised to kill you for me. He said I deserved revenge. Or justice. Whatever he decided to call it.” Brandon’s expression had gone cold, his features hard and unreadable. That look, void of emotion, was one I hated. “I cut him off after that, because I started noticing things. I started noticing cracks in him. He wasn’t just intense. He became obsessive and possessive. There was something in him that felt wrong, even then. I knew he wasn’t safe.”

Victor beat him with the base of a crystal decanter he had in his car until the glass cracked and blood painted his shoes. “I want the building turned to rubble! With Harper Collins in it!” he shouted. “Flatten the fucking city if you have to!” His voice was raw, his mind unraveling. He bled from his palm and didn’t notice. Or didn’t care. “Kill her,” he muttered, more to himself now. “Let him find ashes and bone. Let him scream.” He turned toward the shaking building, grinning madly. That’s when another blast hit. But it wasn’t his.

Layla let out a fresh moan, her voice raspy and tired but full of desire. They spent the next hour exploring every part of her, moving from the sofa to the soft rug on the floor. Her breasts were squeezed and kissed until they were flushed red, and her thighs were bruised from the grip of their hands. She felt like a queen in the middle of her own private storm. Every time one man finished, another was ready to take his place, keeping the fire burning bright. By the time the lights in the club started to dim and the morning was close, Layla was completely spent. She lay on the floor, her hair a mess and her body glowing with the remnants of their passion. The three men sat around her, lookin

“Say… it.” His breath brushed my ear, sending a shiver down my spine as cold air kissed my bare skin, my clothes discarded somewhere on the floor. “I want you,” I gasped. “I’m yours to use, David.” I watched the arrogant smirk appear on his lips, his eyes darkening with lust. “That’s my baby boy.” He shoved the gun into my mouth, hard enough to make my jaw ache. “You like that, don’t you?” he murmured. “Like having something dangerous filling that pretty mouth of yours?”

Isabella's POV He didn’t fucking care. He started pounding me hard. Each thrust hit me deep, hitting the end of me, sending sharp pain mixed with raw pleasure through my whole body. The bed creaked loudly under us. Skin slapped loudly against wet skin. My tits bounced hard with every violent stroke. He wrapped one hand around my throat and squeezed real hard, choking me. My vision blurred at the edges as he fucked me even harder. His dark eyes stared down at me like he has been wanting to break me for a long time.

It wasn't long after when I felt the cocks swell further inside me before a shaky whimper filled the space and one cock pulsed uncontrollably before the other followed after. My limp cock grew again to my utter dismay, another bout if laughter filling the room. “You learn never to steal a watch from me again, you hear me?” The familiar voice boomed but I was too weak to respond or say anything. “Mmmm” I moaned. “You like this, bitch. You fucking like when brutal males tear your shithole open and you only crave for more” he growled. I whimpered in response. “Your asshole is gaping, look at you, loose bitch” he growled, breath sharp and hissing.

**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 state, because I will never stop loving him. “I love you too, pretty boy. I always will.” His voice is filled with so much love and there is no denying that Nikolai and I were meant for each other. He's my love, my peace, my husband. Always and Forever. ……. I can literally feel my eyes water as I come to the end of the book. It has been a roller coaster of emotions. I wouldn’t have done this without my readers' support. Thank you all for giving me this chance and I’m so glad that you guys liked my book. It is my first time trying to write a MM book and I ended up getting your love. Mind you, this is not goodbye. Book two of the series will be released soon and the couples there will be Iri

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.

Laurent: You never get your hands bloody. Mason: I'm rock-hard already at the thought of bashing some skulls open today. Kian: The fuck? Keep your sick thoughts to yourself, bastard. Mason: Laurent is the sick one. He owns a fucking human. In what world is that normal? Laurent: Don't talk about him. Kian: Mase, do you want broken bones again? Mason: Man, don't go there. I only tried to touch him once. Laurent's a psycho. He's too fucking possessive over the damn boy.