Brutal Obsession Book Series Novels & Stories

Rico has spent months resisting the urge to ruin his personal assistant. Sweet, untouched, and completely off-limits—until now. Seeing her in his club, bathed in red light, eyes wide as she takes in the depravity around her, is the final straw. She doesn’t have to speak; he can see it in her face, in the way her breath catches. She’s curious. Tempted. Desperate for someone to show her just how good sin can feel. And he’s done pretending it won’t be him.

My cunt was glistening, open, ready. He slapped my pussy again. I moaned. He positioned his cock at my entrance. He didn't tease. He slammed home in one brutal thrust. I screamed. The stretch was immense. My walls clenched around him like a fist. "Yes! You're so thick!" He fucked me with brutal rhythm. His hips slapped my ass. His balls smacked my clit. His hands gripped my thighs, leaving bruises. "Look at me." "I am." "Your eyes. I want to see the beast through the dark."

Ethan’s composed face appeared utterly unruffled, yet the pale veins on the back of his tightly clenched fist stood out clearly, betraying the turbulent storm raging within him. Inside the office, however, they were oblivious to everything happening outside; the temperature within, mingled with lust, continued to rise. The slap-slap-slap of flesh against flesh and the young woman’s soft, continuous moans seemed like a harmonious symphony, further fueling the man’s lust as his thick cock swelled another size. Sarah was suddenly lifted off the desk; in fear, she wrapped her legs tightly around the man’s waist, only to be thrust even deeper by his massive cock.

"To watch the people who destroyed you thrive while you rot in the shadows. To have no one. To have nothing. To be empty." He leaned forward with his eyes blazing with hatred, though his body swayed slightly as he was exhausted and weak from blood loss. "But you're going to find out," he said, his voice cold and final. "I'm going to take everything from you. Everything you love. Everyone you care about. And when you're alone, when you're empty, when you have nothing left—I'm going to be there. Watching. Laughing. Remembering." Dimitri was silent for a long moment as the words were too much and too heavy, but they were also exactly what he had expected since men like Krasny didn't stop until

•••••••••••• ALL RIGHTS RESERVED © 2022 by M.Z. Mauve Scenes, characters, dialogues and events in this story are all invented. This story contains mature themes, profanity, graphic violence and graphic sexual content not intended for young readers. Unauthorized reproduction of any part of this story or plagiarism of any kind is prohibited by the law. •••••••••••• This is the first draft of Book III of The Heir's Secret Obsession, my first crime/psych thriller/mafia romance story.

We're going to spend the rest of our lives together and I can't fucking wait. That's the end 😭 It's been one hell of a ride and I can't thank you all enough for reading to the end and voting and commenting. Thank you to my early gang badbunnyrabit RoyaleGates hellomy20 who make me so excited to wait for their comments on an chapter! I can't tag everyone again but if you've commented you've made my day 😌. Next up is Damian's book, The Mafia Have Feelings Too. I'll post the character chapter so you can add it to you library if you're interested in reading it. You'll see Marcus, Nathan and Cole there too 😉 And you'll get to see what's going on inside Damian's head!

Sitting at my desk, I felt like hitting my head on it. I'd all but propositioned a complete stranger that I had quickly become obsessed with. I found my self willing her to reply, re-reading what little contact we have already had. I'm pathetic. I've worked hard to build my billion dollar empire, I have several research facilities, labs and dispensaries, properties that range fom modest and affordable to luxurious and down right extravagant. I'm the director of several charities and own hotels and restaurants and yet here I am, losing my mind over a beautiful girl.

They’re the beautiful, rich, party girl sorority while Chi-Os are known for being brainy and attractive in a warm, fuzzy kind of way. “They’re like…pretty, sleek greyhounds,” Jess says with a little growl, her gaze on the girls. “Guess that makes us adorable spaniels,” I say and Jess laughs. Random Girl gives us a wary look, and I realize I’d forgotten she was standing there. “Ignore us. You should totally take a shot at Noah if micro-penises are your thing.” The words, again, are devoid of emotion. I am over him. I swear. The fact that my chest is heavy right now does not matter. Not one bit.

And handed it to me. I opened it. The first pages were boring lawyer shit. Then I see… Full fucking penetration, vaginal, anal, oral, at any time, with or without notice. Restraints, blindfolds, impact play, sensory deprivation. Orgasm control and denial at the Dominant’s discretion. Public and semi-public exhibition at Dominant’s pleasure. Each line made my pulse throb in my clit. By page three I was pressing my thighs together like that would stop the wetness leaking into my panties.

I carried her to the kitchen counter, bent her over, and fucked her from behind until her legs gave out and her moans reverberated throughout my apartment. She turned to slap me but I caught her wrist and licked her palm, then kissed her knuckles. “I’m not done writing you,” I whispered. And then I dropped to my knees behind her. Because fiction doesn’t come back for more, but obsession? Obsession writes sequels.