Brutal Obsession Novels & Stories

And he will do anything to get her , even if it's hurting her. "Something poisonous like obsession craved him, but will he able to see the broken doll he was breaking with his own hands

I want you to come to our final union as my bride. 'Three more days, my love. Three more days until we're united forever.' 'Eternally yours, Damien' I felt sick. The casual way he talked about murder, about stealing my life, about this twisted version of love he'd convinced himself was real—it was beyond disturbing. "He's completely insane," I said quietly. "He's obsessed," Maya corrected. "And obsession can be more dangerous than insanity. Insane people are unpredictable. But obsessed people follow patterns, fixate on specific goals."

(Valerie’s POV) The café emitted an overpowering stench of scorched coffee beans mixed with tangible frustration. Long shadows stretched over the scratched wooden tables under dim lighting while distant conversations merged into static noise filling the air. My fingers curled around the cup as I sat in the corner watching the door. The coffee's warmth had faded ages ago yet my purpose here never involved the beverage. My presence aimed to gather data. Emily entered abruptly as her coat spread out behind her creating an unnatural wind effect. Her facial features formed rigid lines while her movements became awkwardly stiff due to her anger. It became apparent that she had experienced minimal

I had all the time in the world, but theirs was limited. “I know what drove you,” I said softly, looking directly at Alpha Bronte since he was the talker. He would be singing my answers soon because he would not be able to help himself. “The thing that wove its way inside your head, twisting and turning until it was all you could think about. Do you want to know what it was?” I purred at him. I leaned down, knowing that he could not move, and got as close as possible to his face. There was such burning hatred in those eyes, but there was something else that was equally potent. There was an obsession.

His hand thudded beside her head, holding her there. "I know exactly who the enemy is," he snarled. "And that is anyone who attempts to take you away from me." Her breathing caught. "Is this about possession? Control?" "No," he breathed, his fingers tracing down her jaw. "It's obsession." And so it was, tension snapped. His lips crashed into hers, not tenderness—defiling, outraged, grasping. She tugged at his chest for a moment, trying to get away, but he would not let her go. His arms were closing in tighter, his kiss brutal.

Let her feel the violence thudding beneath my skin. “You can never be free, Reina,” I growled. “Not out there. Not in here. You walk out that door again and come back late, I’ll make you pay. You breathe for someone else, I’ll end them. Do you understand?” She shook her head, her voice barely there. “You’re insane.” “I’m obsessed,” I corrected. “There’s a difference. Obsession has purpose. Madness is just noise.” My mouth brushed against her cheekbone, slow, deliberate. “And I only hear you.”

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.”

More. And yet, I wanted more than this. As if he knew what I needed, his hands landed on my hips with a bruising grip, yanking me back into every merciless thrust. He was brutal and animalistic, and the low whimpers escaping my lips only fueled him. Lachlan wasn't slow. He wasn’t careful. He was fucking me like he needed to hurt something— with his cock, with his rage, with his love that never knew how to be free. With his unmatched obsession that knew no bounds and right now I wanted to be the focus of his obsession and his unmerciful attention.

My pleasure comes after so much pain, if not all. I can't believe Blake and Brielle are doing this to me, to them, this seems like a man having a normal obsession with me after watching me on stage. It's nothing new, men develop obsessions with me very easily, it's what I do. I've been trained to make them fall to my feet with just one glance but they couldn't be far from the truth this time. Caelum isn't obsessed with me in the least, well not in the manner they think. He doesn't want to submit to me or worship the ground I walk on, he is obsessed with the idea of hurting me.

I wanted him, wanted this, wanted to be both the hammer and the blade. Hands tangled, bodies slick, sweat soaking the stone floor, and for the first time, there was no fight over who was ahead, no battle to dominate. Just two obsessions colliding, claiming, feeding, and breaking each other in the heat of release. When we finally shuddered, panting, trembling, cocks slick and spent, I held him close, chest pressed to chest, every nerve screaming still. “We… we’re even,” I gasped, voice rough, but the truth was clear, we were hooked, trapped, obsessed, and it was only going to get worse.