Brutal Obsession Book Series Novels & Stories

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.

I didn’t dare move. “Vincent.” His voice was calm. Too calm. I forced my face into something resembling boredom and lifted one shoulder. “Carlos.” He closed the door behind him with a soft click. The sound felt louder than it should have. “What are you doing in here?” “Looking for a book.” The lie came out smoother than I expected. I even managed to sound mildly annoyed. “Luciano has a whole library and I’m bored out of my mind. Thought I’d find something that isn’t about business or blood.”

I heard the chilling, clinical sound of Liliana Moretti’s voice as she confessed her insane vision for a new world order and commanded her resurrected soldier to kill his own brother. I watched the brutal, heartbreaking fight, every blow landing not just on Alessandro’s body, but on my own heart. I saw the moment the knife was at his throat, and I felt a fresh wave of terror, even though I knew he was standing right behind me, safe and warm. It was a traumatic, horrifying thing to watch, but it was necessary. It solidified my resolve, turning my fear into a cold, hard anger. This woman, this monster, had to be stopped.

Obedient. Toni came first—back arching, a broken wail as her orgasm crashed through her. Brianna followed, the plug fully seated, her body shaking as she rubbed her clit in frantic circles. Layla leaned forward, nails digging into his chest. “Now. Fuck me like you’re desperate.” His control snapped. He surged up, hands finally breaking free to grip her hips, pounding into her with raw, frantic need. “Please—Mistress—please—” She clenched around him. “Come.”

His stare is so direct, so deep and unnerving, I feel like he can undress me with those obsidian eyes. Why did I have to run into a man like this? A man who looks like sin? The kind of sin one can't resist committing? "What we did was wrong." I continue. "And it will never happen again. But you must promise me you'll never tell him." He slowly rises from the bed and moves towards me. His gait is predatory, stalking, stealthy. I back away slowly, until I feel the wall press into my back. Yet Nick doesn't stop. He moves towards me until I'm trapped between him and the wall.

"This scene looks familiar doesn't it? Enough talks , let's put everything to an end" "Are you sure about that? " I spoke softly meeting his gaze squarely. A shot rang out just outside... Then another. His gaze flew to mine... "son of a bitc......" his words were cut short when the door blasted open and many shots follow. Everything happened in a blur as Sebastian and some of our men blasted inside I launched myself towards Gracie in a flash ,producing a knife from my boot I stabbed the bastard holding her straight in his heart. He screamed out his pain, a satisfied look crossed my features when his blood spurted out coating my knife, his gaze were filled with surprise as he fell to the gr

Gabriella finally realises who her enemies are and is determined to make sure that both her mother and her sister pay for everything they've put her through and if that means one twin had to disappear for good, then so be it. Secrets are exposed, lies are uncovered and revenge is in motion. Find out how Ella and Elle battle for the position of the superior twin in the second part of the series, OBSESSED. PROLOGUE GABRIELLA. Four months later... "Are you really ready for this Ella?" Martin asks again for the umpteenth time and I could not help the displeased groan that escaped my lips.

BANG! The impact of our sweaty skin echoed against the office walls. The mix of brine, smoke, and the heat of our unleashed bodies turned the space into an inferno of pure sensation. Each strike from Frederick reached deep into my core, making me groan without restraint, losing all control of my lawyer persona. "Mmm... ah! Harder, Frederick! Harder!" I begged him out of my mind, arching my back over the console cables. "You're mine, little bird! Neither the Balboas, nor the prosecutors, nor anyone is going to take you from my side!" he roared, accelerating the pace to a brutal speed, sinking into me with a deep impact that made me see stars in the dark.

His chest felt tight, a knot of anxiety twisting with each beat of hisheart. His hands trembled, the tremors betraying the turmoil inside. His pulse hammered, a chaotic mix of pain, want, and something else—something he wasn't ready to name, something that felt dangerously like hope, a traitorous "icker in the darkness. Then, without thinking, driven by an impulse he didn't understand, a desperate need to contain the chaos, to shut out the world, he grabbed the chain. The metal wascold and rough against his skin as he yanked, the heavy bay door groaning in protest as it began its descent.

she cried as she shoved his hands away. He sighed and smiled. "Ok, it's the boss' business. We run drugs which I know you're quite aware of" he said "I know, but why the gunshots?" She asked. " Ok, a package was delivered to my boss tonight by a drug Lord called Ak Forzan. My boss sabotaged the deal and took out his men who delivered the package" he explained "Why? I thought there are ethics to this game" she said in surprise and he laughed. "My boss doesn't stick to the rules nor does he consider the ethics of the business. He's more dangerous and brutal than what you can think of" he explained.