Cruel Obsession Novels & Stories

"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."

“We speak of sense. You hunt with no plan, no pause, chasing down rumors. This is not a sound strategy, Your Majesty, it is an obsession.” The word struck hard, reverberating through the chamber. Obsession. I straightened slowly, sweeping my gaze across them. Their fear was palpable, but beneath it I saw what they would not yet voice aloud: doubt. Mutiny. “You call it obsession,” I said, voice low, steady, dangerous. “But obsession is the only reason you sit breathing in this chamber. Obsession united packs. Obsession crushed your enemies.” My eyes locked on the boldest of them, the one who dared meet my stare. “And you, lordling, dare question what you’ve never bled for.”

“Pull the trigger. Prove you belong in this world.” Her hands shook. “If I don’t?” Dante smiled. The chair creaked as it tilted slightly toward the pit. Annabelle whimpered. Sienna’s vision blurred. This was it. The stain Damien warned her about. She walked to the crate. Picked up the gun. The man sobbed quietly. “I’m sorry,” Sienna whispered. She pulled the trigger. The sound cracked through the warehouse like a bone snapping. The man collapsed. Dead. Sienna stood frozen, gun still raised, ears ringing.

"...Matt will not allow you to do this either." I think I might have said the wrong thing, because her expression seemed to harden at the mention of Matt. "Don't you dare mention his name again!" She hissed, her eyes flaring. She suddenly chuckled cruelly, "Oh dear, it appears you really do not know him that well, do you?" Her lips formed a sickenly sweet smile that was anything but innocent. "He would not allow this, sure. But only because he would rather put you through the hell himself. Just like he did before." She chuckled. "He is obsessed with you, and you know what obsession does to a person? It makes you run insane! That is what Matt is going through because of you." With those words

She inquired, “I see you’re jealous… what if she’s there? What if she’s the one making me happy? What if she’s the one willing to do anything just to lay beside me and watch me ram my cock deep into her cunt? You know it’s hard to say this but she’s obsessed with me and you know a thing or two about obsession. It takes a lot to help yourself out of that mindset” Jogging my hands through her hair, “You turn her obsession into torment, make her scared of you just like everyone. Are you that weak because of a lady who’s now part of your past?” Kora had her way with her choice of words.

I’d rather have him hating me to the point of wanting me dead than continuing to waste his life being obsessed with a woman who belonged to someone else. Hate was something a person could get over. Hate was an emotion you could move away from, given enough time and distance. But obsession? It was like a drug. I knew that better than anyone. I had watched it destroy Max, and I had felt it simmering in my own blood for Damon. No matter how hard you tried to kick the habit, that obsession would burn just as strong four years later the moment you saw them again. “So… I truly… held no chance then,” he scoffed, his head falling back against the pillow as he looked away toward the window again.

Cruel. Kamara thrashed. “Nia—please!” “No.” She edged her again. And again. Until Kamara was sobbing for release. “Say it.” “I’m yours—I’m your slut—please—let me cum!” Nia smirked and licked her tongue soft, then rough—until Kamara exploded, squirting all over her mouth, the toy, the desk. Her body convulsed, moaning Nia’s name like a prayer. She collapsed. Sweating. Spent. Fucked into oblivion.

"Otherwise, I’ll..." She didn’t finish. The first man shoved her against the wall, his fingers brushing her cheek. "What’ll you do, sweetheart?" "Playing hard to get, huh?" The other man said, his voice draped with disdain. "We know your kind," he added, his fingers tracing her lips roughly. "Playing hard to get at first then the next second begging for more!" he said then laughed while glancing at his partner who nodded. 'How sick.' Isabella thought, disgusted, and without a second thought, she bit his finger until she felt his blood in her mouth, and the man cried out painfully.

“I understand. I have one final secret. One last truth that could change everything you think you know about this family. About the entire war we have been fighting.” John’s grip on my hand tightened. “What is it Sarah? Tell us. No more games.” Sarah looked at all of us, her eyes heavy with the weight of years. “The obsession was never just about me or Kane or Elena. There is one more person. Someone who has been pulling the strings from the very beginning. Someone who faked their death years ago and has been waiting for the perfect moment to destroy everything. Someone who wants the Voss bloodline for themselves. And that person is…”

Keeping her eyes closed, Cleo finally woke to a strange craving washing through her. She took a deep breath and stifled the moan that rose at the delicious scent. As Cleo took another deep breath, she opened her eyes, looking straight at Kryon’s magnificent chest; however, there was something different.