Cruel Obsession Novels & Stories

I felt like a predator closed in a cage. My body couldn’t contain the thoughts in my brain. I wanted to leave her confused. I wanted to give her the hope that I had given up on killing, when in fact that was not the case. I loved people's expressions when they finally realized that nothing they did or said could make me change my plan. Nothing could stop me from watching them bleed, or fight for air, or scream in pain. Nothing could take that enjoyment from me.

He leaned down, sucking one nipple hard while pinching the other, his hips snapping faster. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he growled. “This pussy was made to be watched. To be used by the Society.” He sped up, pounding into me harder. The wet, obscene sound of his cock slamming into my dripping cunt filled the room. I wrapped my legs around him, nails digging into his back as pleasure built like a storm. He reached between us and rubbed my clit in fast circles. “Come for me, Stella. Let the cameras see how you break.” I shattered.

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

Sitting at my desk, I felt like hitting my head on it. I'd all but propositioned a complete stranger that I had quickly become obsessed with. I found my self willing her to reply, re-reading what little contact we have already had. I'm pathetic. I've worked hard to build my billion dollar empire, I have several research facilities, labs and dispensaries, properties that range fom modest and affordable to luxurious and down right extravagant. I'm the director of several charities and own hotels and restaurants and yet here I am, losing my mind over a beautiful girl.

Jeremy finally got home. Jeremy pulled into his compound,he parked his car,locked it and got into his house. Jeremy sat by his front door and let some steam out but that wasn’t enough.the pain of losing someone he desired,someone he wanted,Someone he needed, to Jeremy Lena was his missing piece that he had lost multiple times but not this time,Jeremy could see the love of his life slipping away from him. Jeremy's wolf was struggling to get out, his mental stability wasn’t strong enough to keep it so his wolf side got out,he let out a hallow,his transformation into a werewolf was as brutal as none other, he growled, Jeremy brought down whatever was in his way,he ran into the forest with inten

Any annoyance I had once felt for Callum had been totally replaced with lust. Attraction. He had acknowledged his act, kept it up for others, but only I knew his secret. His true self. He had given everything up for me. He had bent his whole life backwards for me. I dare say he was obsessed with his little slut. And that obsession was mutual. I could not get enough of him. He was the best, dirtiest, most sexy boyfriend I could ever ask for. My lust for him had been well founded and it was paying off in spades.

I changed the flowing shower to cold water and let it wash the hotness off my body. Moments later, I was back in the room, dressed and ready to sleep for the night. But every time I closed my eyes, she was all I could see. Every single thing kept reminding me of her. I took different positions, changed my posture countless times, but Caelia still didn’t stop running through my mind. It was like she was a leech that couldn’t be removed. There was no denying it anymore; I was fucking obsessed with her! Good or bad type of obsession? I didn’t know which one, but all I knew was that I wanted her so badly. The obsession kept growing when I tried to stay away from her. The thoughts of her just wou

Cillian asked and Emily's body seems to froze and she looked like she realized something horrible making Cillian to chuckle. He has seen alot of female's that was degraded to mental instability because their obsession has turned to something else and they are ready to kill anyone just to get together with the person they are obsessed with, he has being a victim of this situation for uncountable times, alot of girls who developed their obsession to a 'mental thinking' that he was meant to be their, that he was a gift from God to them so they should 'possess their possesion' he chuckled again at that.

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."

Cameron had warned me about Noah, had told me to stay away, and yet here I was, preoccupied with the very person I was supposed to forget. I clenched my jaw, storming down the hallway. This wasn’t obsession. It was revenge. He had humiliated me, and unknowingly forced me to confront the ugly truths about myself. I needed to set things right. To reclaim control. But then—God—the memory crashed into me like a tidal wave. Last night. The air had been thick, suffocating. I had tossed and turned beneath my silk sheets, my body restless, burning with something I didn’t want to name.