Brutal Obsession Novels & Stories

She tapped Dae Hyun’s back a little hard, sending a code for him to let her go. “I’m sorry,” Dae Hyun whispered. “I don’t know why I’ve bad feelings lately.” “I’m alright, Oppa,” replied Qeiza. “I think you’ve pushed yourself too hard to work very late at night.” Qeiza knew well Dae Hyun’s habits. Her adopted brother was just like Ansel. He was a workaholic who didn’t know time when he was struggling with the stack of documents or macbook. “I guessed so,” Dae Hyun agreed. “But, you’ve always bothered my mind. Have you been in trouble?”

He pushes my legs open and rams his cock into my hot juicy pussy. “I bet you won’t be able to fuck anyone else tomorrow,” Dakota says. He fucks me angry. It is hard and deep. The force of his cock ramming me is precisely what I want. He leans down and begins biting my tits, then my neck. “This is mine, Tonya; I do not want anyone else in my pussy,” Dakota says. “Then you better fucking satisfy me,” I say to him. He pulls my legs up and continues his brutal penetration. “Fucking give it to me,” I scream at him.

I have tried to be patient and to control my anger attacks, but my patience has reached its limit. He is to blame for confusing her. I must not allow him to approach her, I will not let him separate us. He thinks he is very intelligent, but he is not more cunning than me. I admire his courage because I know he is not willing to step back, but neither me. I grab my ax and start sharpening it. The time has come to take more drastic measures. If I have to kill him, then I will.

Vishal began to thrust into her from behind as Leila raised her butt. Soon, she began to grind her ass against his rod, matching his tempo. The loud sound of flesh slapping against each other filled the room qnd both of them began breathing heavily. 'Ta ta ta ta...' The sound of flesh hitting against ass became increasingly loud as each of them struggled to meet up to the other person's tempo. "Awnnnn...... Hmmmm....... I want more........ Harder... Pleeeasee......" Leila asked as she was being thrusted from behind.

His entire aura drew me in, grabbing me by the collar and forcing me to follow. I took a step closer, watching as he shifted in his seat. How could someone be so exquisite? The mere sight of him had my pulse racing. My breath hitched, something inside me snapping. Fuck. What was this feeling? I'd never felt it before. It wasn’t love or lust. It was something much darker. More twisted. Like it crawled from the bottom of hell and wrapped around my throat. Obsession. I wanted him. All of him. Every twitch, every whisper, every clumsy, flustered movement that screamed "break me", "use me as you see fit" and damn did I want to do just that. I wanted to ruin this pretty little thing till there was

My toes curled hard. Adrian did not wait. He fucked me like an animal. Standing tall at the edge of the bed, he pounded into me with deep, ruthless strokes. Each thrust made my whole body jerk. His heavy balls slapped loudly against my ass, wet and sticky. The sound of skin hitting skin filled the small room — loud, filthy, and constant. “Fuuck, you’re so wet,” he growled. Sweat dripped from his chest onto my stomach. His hands gripped my hips so tight I knew they would leave sharp bruises. He pulled me onto his cock again and again, using my body roughly.

I breathed. "I’m obsessed," he corrected, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw with a chilling tenderness. "There’s a difference. Insane people don’t plan for ten years to take back what was stolen from them. Obsessed people don't stop until there is nothing left of their enemy but ash."

her voice shivered as that night ran in her mind. "What he did to you?" "He-he-he. All I know is that he is crazy. Wild. Violent. An obsessive enthusiast. He can kill with a flick of his finger, with a flutter of his lash," she kept on saying as if in a trance, "if you g-go against him, he won't kill you but extract your soul. When you are u-under him, around him, you have got no other option but to obey because at the end only that would happen what he had mentioned in the very start. I'm scared of challenging him,"

I’m about to tell her to stop talking and call an ambulance when he speaks, his voice low and husky. “You’ve been wanting to slap me for years huh,” he mumbles as he struggles to push up on his elbows. “What the hell is an oaf? Who talks like that?” “It just came to me. I think it means crazy big guy. Seemed appropriate. Are you okay?”

And then arrange those pieces to fit against my own missing chess piece It’s worse than fucked up. When I say I’m about to cross lines, I mean exactly that: fucking her more than once. Keeping her as my new mistress. I’ll hunt her moments. I’ll claim her nights and mornings until the world bends to the shape of her and me. The urge is new, a hunger that doesn’t ask permission. Because obsession isn’t gentle. It’s a slow, precise cruelty I’m willing to perform, again and again, until she’s branded mine in ways even I can’t name.