Brutal Obsession Novels & Stories

A loud glass breaking noise snapped me out of my thoughts. "You wanted your beer? Take it," The brunette said. I was shocked looking at the owner. Blood was coming out from the very recent cut made in his forehead. The girl just smacked his face with the bottle. "No one ever dares to charge the alpha princess. Next time you do this and you will be sold as ham in the local food markets in human territory," the dark guy warned the flabby stomach again. The girl walked past me slowly with a careless attitude and the guy followed. She was one of the participants of the conclave. I guessed by her Alpha princess title. Such arrogance can only be worn by the rarest of the wolves.

I walked to the casket of both my mother and Caramel, letting out all the words that I needed to let out. "Don't worry, everything will be fine." Someone said, patting my back from behind. I didn't bother to further know who the person was when I looked at the person but only nodded and moved away, returning to my seat. Justin, how could you?! I shook my head, still finding it difficult to believe that Justin could murder my loved ones just so he could have me. What sort of stupid obsession was this? Why couldn't he just let me be and let's go our separate ways?

Even now the need to see her burned through my veins. He was fucking wrong. .. This craving... Obsession and dark desire that seeks to burn me from within. It runs too deeply, even on to the innermost darkest part of me, it couldn't be gotten rid of that easily . It wouldn't end until we are both consumed by the flames "She doesn't want you , that's why she chose to leave .You fucking want her back? Then you gotta get up from this god damned bed and stand on your feet once again. "

The gun never leaves my skin, trailing down my thigh before pressing between my legs, the barrel nudging against the damp heat of my pussy through the robe. “If I didn’t like you,” he murmurs, his voice rough, “I wouldn’t be watching you from my phone, jacking off to the videos I take of you in the shower.” His free hand grips my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. His eyes are dark, almost black, burning with something feral. “I wouldn’t be distancing myself from you, trying to get a grip on myself.” His lips twist. “But I can’t, baby. I’m obsessed with you. And I hate that.”

UNKNOWN Smack..."If I can't have her, then no other person will get her." Obsession is misunderstood by most people; some think it’s chaotic. Messy. Uncontrolled. It’s not. Not when it’s done right. When it’s real and it’s precise. Careful. Patient. It watches. Learns. Waits and most importantly It chooses.

The sting mixed with pleasure made me jolt and moan even louder. “You’ll cum when I decide,” he said darkly, voice thick with possessive lust. “This is your punishment, baby. For making me crazy. For testing my obsession. I’m going to edge this dripping cunt until you’re crying and begging like the desperate little addict you are. And only when you’re completely broken for me… only then will I bury my cock so deep inside you that you’ll feel me for weeks.” I whimpered pathetically, legs trembling in the air, pussy clenching around nothing. The blindfold kept me in darkness, heightening every touch, every word. I was a dripping, tied-up, moaning mess, completely addicted to the cruel, obsessi

Through agony into a place I’ve never felt to name. Words like stop. Like no. Are wrenched and twisted to don’t stop. No, I need more. Confessions echoed in the chant of his name. Surrender and praise with the frantic grunts he makes through the feast of my flesh, and moans vibrating every fear into obsession. Obliterating things like thought. Words. Sense. Into the consuming realm of need. Want beyond reason. Lust without shame. Irreverent need when the levy finally breaks.

Heavy slaps rained across my ass and tits, and face, making the clamps bite harder. “Look at your husband,” one commanded, grabbing my hair and forcing my blindfolded face toward Brutus. “Look what you’ve done to him. His wife is a disgusting cumrag for strangers.” I cried and moaned at the same time, shame burning through every part of me even as my body betrayed me with another violent orgasm. I squirted hard around the cocks destroying me, juices splashing onto the floor near Brutus’s feet. They rotated.

"Alex, sorry —" I shot up from the chair and rushed to him, helping him ease back against the pillow. My hands were shaking. "You passed out in the car," I said quickly. "You had a broken rib. Internal bleeding. You had surgery." He looked at me. And his entire face hardened. "That bastard." "I'll make him pay." His jaw clenched. "He'll fucking pay." I just stood there, watching him. But he wasn't just in pain. He was uncomfortable. Not because of the stitches.

He wasn't kissing her; he was consuming her. He tore at her clothes with a frantic, sadistic need, his hands marking her skin with the dark bruises of his obsession. "You are mine," he groaned against her mouth, his voice a jagged rasp. "Not hers. Not the Trust's. Mine. Say you want it. Say you want the monster to seal the door."