Dark Desire Obsession Novels & Stories

She informed him and immediately ran away. She walked quickly out of his sight, he admired her and her fright for him only made him more interested in her, he was the type of man who loved to dominate and subdue his woman and just like he had hoped he had found his type of girl but there was one thing he thought was missing. Dasha could barely think straight after her encounter with the hot stranger, she had submitted her project and went for class. Even in class her mind traced back to his smile and his voice.

*Caroline* Noah Stark might be God’s gift to the female population here at Ohio state University, Good at football, bad at love. Obsessed with scoring, refuses to play by the rules. Cruel. Relentless. Brilliant. Intoxicatingly attractive. But I want nothing to do with the dark-haired football player.

That night, I couldn’t sleep. Everything was pissing me off. Rafael’s constant presence, Damien’s stupid face, the way everyone kept treating me like I was fragile. And on top of all that, I was sexually frustrated as hell. Rafael had been cold and distant since that stupid towel incident, and it was driving me crazy. I needed to get out. Around midnight, I quietly changed into something simple and snuck out of the house. I didn’t tell anyone. Especially not Rafael. I took a taxi to one of the popular clubs downtown. The moment I stepped inside, the loud music and flashing lights hit me. I went straight to the bar and ordered drinks. One after the other.

“Together. Always.” As the sun began to set over the ocean, I held my family close and tried to believe that the worst was truly behind us. But deep down I knew the shadows had not disappeared completely. Someone new was still out there. Someone who knew our secrets. Someone who wanted to meet our daughter soon. Our forbidden love had survived hell. It had given us a beautiful family. But the obsession it created refused to die quietly. And the next chapter was already beginning to unfold in the darkness.

he added, voice a dark promise, “something worse happens.” God. A shiver ran down my spine, my breath catching. I needed to move. I needed to breathe. But all I could do was lie there beneath him, my body betraying me as every inch of my skin burned with awareness of how close he was. I hated that he knew it. I hated the way his gaze tracked over my face, my parted lips, the rapid rise and fall of my chest. I wanted to snap back at him, to break whatever this was before it consumed me, but Logan didn’t give me the chance.

He felt an infinite need to be by her side, to have her close, to kiss her and take her to bed again, he was not even sure if it was love what he felt for her, he only knew that it was a great obsession that was consuming him. Anxious he left his mansion again and went straight to Brenda's cabin, he only needed to get a little closer to her, to feel that the aura and the atmosphere was darker, denser, usually a vampire didn't give off such an evil nature, but on this occasion, it was as if Brenda was surrounded by pure evil. Alexander opened the door with a single swing and there she was, dressed in a beautiful dark silk dress, with her beautiful hair over her shoulders, and her lips as red

Ara was a ball of sunshine before his arrival and now had reduced into a victim. Jenna gripped her drooped shoulder in a tight hold, making her look up into her eyes. "He'll kill you if you wouldn't," Jenna said in a serious tone. Ara's face paled with dread. "He is obsessed with you, Ary. He wouldn't let you go ever. I have seen the way he looks at you. He thinks you belong to him," Jenna said from her own experience. She internally shuddered, remembering her own past. Obsessive men are more destructive than a mad animal. They don't know the limits,"

A woman is grinding against her partner while staring at us. Another lady brought out her sex toy fucking herself with it while staring at me. "They can see everything," Dante growled in my ear. "See how desperate you are. How wet. How well you take my cock." He thrust harder and I cried out. "Some of them are touching themselves," he continued. "That couple over there? They're fucking now because of you. Because they watched you bent over this bar, moaning like a whore." Holy crap. "And him?" Dante nodded toward a man standing a few feet away, stroking himself through his pants. "He wants to join in. He wants to know what you taste like or feel like."

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