Brutal Obsession 소설 & 이야기

Awoken by the sudden feelings of pain in his aching heart, he exclaimed, “Shit!” Yang Tian-Xu woke up, and he couldn’t believe himself, “How could I have made her cry in my dream!!!” He hates at himself, as he shouted. Frustrated and angry at himself “Fuck! I am pathetic!” Yang Tian-Xu hated how he had raped her in his dream. Even though it was an illusion, however; Dreams are your hidden desire is it not? Yang Tian-Xu’s beautiful fit body covered with sweat, and sure enough, he was still erect. He needed to cool himself down. He took off his sweat-soaked T-shirt, and glance over at the clock and saw the time; 8:32 a.m.

I’m gonna… You’re gonna make…’ With the pain still lingering and the sound of his raspy, groaning voice so close to her ear, Opal manages to step up next to Isadora and, struggling as much as she can, believing that he isn’t wearing any protection, she growls low. ‘No, Professor… Please stop…’ Still grunting, groaning and growling in time with his hard, fast thrusts, he feels like a teenager again, and he sounds almost regretful as he groans. ‘Sorry… I can’t... Fuck, I can’t stop… Shit, Omega, you feel so good. Oh, fuck, I can’t hold it. Oh fuck. Oh fuck, I’m… Oh shit, I’m cumming…’

“Not anymore.” I felt trapped beneath him, completely and utterly caged. His body pressed into mine, firm and unyielding, while his eyes stared down at me with a fire that made my skin crawl. It wasn’t love. It wasn’t even lust. It was obsession. Pure, raw, unfiltered madness disguised behind a broken man’s smile. “You don’t get it yet, do you?” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from my face like we were lovers in some twisted fairytale. “You think you’re still in control. That you’re still yours.”

Obsession isn’t something you choose. It chooses you. Wraps around your soul like a vice, squeezing until there’s nothing left but the sickness of wanting. It seeps into your blood, replacing logic, making you something… else. Something monstrous. And fuck… I like it the more I watch her.

I said. “Yeah well now I’m pissed because why have you not eaten. I’m very sure that twat Ife is responsible for this. I’m sorry baby..” he said and put his hand on my face. I almost flinched away but man, I was trying very hard to be very careful with this man. He was going to snap if I did anything stupid. In his eyes I could see someone who was deranged. His mind was broken at this point. He was troubled. This frantic pursuit of me was not because he loved me but it was much deeper than that. He was obsessed. And obsession could make people do crazy things that they in their right mind would not normally do.

"It's clear that considering how much I love pain, I'm not as innocent as you think." I strike forward and bite her bottom lip hard, drawing blood and licking it from her skin. "Because I crave things most sane people would never understand. Things that most sane people would have me committed for." I want to taste her blood and paint her skin with it. Create a masterpiece of pain and suffering over the most beautiful living canvas I've ever met. "My obsession with inflicting pain runs deep and is far more perverse than you can imagine in your wildest dreams or darkest nightmares." Fear dilates her irises, but she doesn't break my gaze. "Show me and we'll find out if I can handle it or not."

My obsession with her soft pink cunt, the way she gets me out of my element, and all longing and yearning for her presence to come to fill the hollow space in my heart that I could feel was aching so back from the brutal cuts that the rusty daggers of her absence drove mercilessly into my heart. That I could hear it vividly in my head, the trickling dripping sound of the blood that wouldn't stop spilling from the hideous cuts, it all had nothing to do with Love. it's just obsession and possession. She's- "Did you get any information, Boss?" Chris broached hesitantly from the front seat. His gaze met mine through the rearview mirror as he spoke. Wrenching me out of my deep, consuming trance w

A woman is grinding against her partner while staring at us. Another lady brought out her sex toy fucking herself with it while staring at me. "They can see everything," Dante growled in my ear. "See how desperate you are. How wet. How well you take my cock." He thrust harder and I cried out. "Some of them are touching themselves," he continued. "That couple over there? They're fucking now because of you. Because they watched you bent over this bar, moaning like a whore." Holy crap. "And him?" Dante nodded toward a man standing a few feet away, stroking himself through his pants. "He wants to join in. He wants to know what you taste like or feel like."

Our obsession shows our ETERNAL LOVE We are each other's ETERNAL OBSESSION. THE END