Brutal Obsession Novels & Stories

he snarled, “you are mine. Why are you not understanding this? YOU ARE MINE!! Think before screaming at me.” Tears spilled freely down Petal’s cheeks now as his hold tightened, her lips puckering involuntarily from the pressure and pain. The room felt suffocating, each second stretching endlessly as Sebastian’s obsession consumed him. His voice dropped to a harsh whisper yet thunderous in its intensity, “Why don’t you fucking understand? You don’t have a choice anymore. You have become my obsession, Petal. That obsession doesn’t allow letting go. Your fate is sealed with mine. You are mine, damn it!” He slammed his palm on the wall beside her, the impact reverberating through the small room.

My ragged breathing filled the air as I waited for him to talk, my chest heaving and falling rapidly, my nipples hard and aching underneath my bra. “I am quite possessive and obsessive with what I have consumed.” He said. “This means that if I fuck you right now, you’ll always be mine. No other male can penetrate this pussy.” Possessive? Obsessive? When it came to Bradley, that was exactly what I wanted. To be owned by him, and him alone. “If you agree to this now, then it’s sealed.” “Agreed.” I whispered back without thinking, leaning in to kiss him with so much urgency. “Now, fuck me already Bradley. Devour my pussy the way no other male can.”

I'll stack them to the ceiling if that means I can burn Beatrice out of my brain for just one goddamn night. I know it won't work. That's not how obsession works. Her face is carved into my fucking skull. Her scent is buried in my clothes. Her sweet voice rings in my ears no matter how far I try to run. I'll try, though. Whoever ends up in my bed tonight, I pity them. They won't be her and I'll be far from gentle. I'll take and take and take and leave them empty. Leave them with nothing but bruises and bite marks.

I gawked at her, “What is it to you, Rose? You don't even like him; this is just some crazy obsession that you have.” Veins bulged on her forehead and neck, pulsing with rage. Her gaze was venomous, “You know the worst thing about having an obsession? If I don't have him, nobody can.” I stood up to her, "That obsession - would kill you."

Her scream filled the room. He did it again. Harder. Faster. Her tits bounced with every brutal thrust. Her thighs quivered. Her walls clenched around him like they didn’t want to let him go. “You feel this?” he grunted. “This is what obsession feels like.” He bit her neck. Then fucked her harder. Flesh against flesh. The bed slammed against the wall. The sound of wet skin meeting wet skin, the slap of their bodies, the gasps, the moans, the snarls, the groans—it was all one erotic song.

A loud buzzing started in my ears like a low hum, intensifying with every passing second until it threatened to drown out all my logic. I wanted to lash out, scratch his face, scream at the top of my lungs at the sky. I finally understood what wolves meant by a crime of passion because I was so damn furious I could kill a male right now. Kairo Adeyemi was a fucking bastard. A manipulative, arrogant, cruel bastard. Suddenly, the sound of screeching tires breached the heavy fog of my anger, but I did not even raise my head to look down the dirt road. I just focused entirely on the boiling fury inside my chest, picturing all the ways I could destroy Kairo.

The other slipped under her blouse, thumb circling her nipple until she whimpered into his mouth. When he pulled back, his eyes were dark with obsession. “You can lie to them about the perfect family. You can lie to yourself about how much you hated every second of my cock inside you.” His hand moved lower, palming her through her skirt, rubbing slow, firm circles over her clit. “But your body knows the truth. You’re already wet again, aren’t you?” Lila bit her lip hard to stifle a moan, hips rocking once against his hand before she caught herself. “Someone could walk in—”

I won’t look at it. "My dick." "Can you say something nice? Like, stop mentioning your dick? You are so proud of it," I hissed at him. His praising his buddy is like a nightmare to me. I have never encountered such a boastful man as he is. If it is not because of the money, I wouldn’t have to deal with this guy. "Who wouldn't be proud of it? Having a dick like mine? I am even proud of you, big boobs and that damn booty."

he slowly turned his head gazing body at him, perhaps realizing I was referring to him "Pablo, Boss" he yelled out like a solider he is "How old are you?" "Those my age have anything to do with my strength and power? He seems bold speaking back to me, I felt angry slapping him hard on his face, and he stood still like a log of wood, this aroused my anger, maybe I was looking for bait to let out my anger and frustration on, and he carelessly falls into my ditch, he went down on his knees, he felt afraid now seeing how dreadful I could be whenever I was pissed off, I'll deal with Ethan when I have the time, he shouldn't bring kids to the Mafia world, he should be in school or doing something e

he laughed again. "Why do you keep saying sex? It's make love baby. Sex is just for whore. We love each other so it's make love." he's laughing a little still, but he stands up and go to my place. He hugged me so tight. "I love you, I love you, I love you… And our baby too…" he whispered to my ear. He hold my hands and played a little. "You know that there's so many bad things happened into our life, Specifically to the both of us. I made so many bad things to the point that I become obsessed and stalked you… You're not the only one who called me psycho because I really am… There's this five men that I nearly killed because they betrayed me. I almost lose my sister and that's the start why I