Novel & Cerita Dark Desire Obsession

She quickly hangs up the phone and reaches her hand around my body, grabbing my ass in her hand and pushing for me to give her more. “You're such a good girl,” I give her my praise because I know she likes it. She’s made me proud today and as I give her more of what she wants, I glide my fingers over her outstretched neck. “Come for me, right now,” I instruct, pushing every inch I have inside her and holding still. Her nails dig into my ass, as her wet skin slips against me. “Come on, I want you spilling that tight cunt all over my cock.” I remain still, savoring the way her pussy throbs around me. She looks back at me with such hope and expectation that it starts to fucking hurt. I’m not th

He finally set me down on the floor, then closed the door, trapping me with his massive body. He hissed through his teeth, his eyes dark as a forest. "Amara Cross, do you want to drive me insane? I agree to go to the club, and I find you swaying like a professional whore to silence the chaos in my head, flaunting your ass to hungry eyes, and enjoying it too!" He gripped my arms painfully. My hands slid down, pressing myself in pain and pleasure. He didn’t notice. But when he saw my reddened eyes, he exhaled hotly, groaning:

In that moment I understood for a brief moment the darkness he earned me about even more. It was physical. It was mental. It was beyond sex. It was selfish and in this moment I wondered if I would be able to be selfless forever. However, Estella was right. Even when I was scared, I still wanted him to dig deeper inside of me. I wanted him to have this. I wanted him to feel the release he never lets himself feel with anyone else. And that was the obsession. Even if it broke me, I wanted him to feel pleasure. Even when my body trembled and I was about to give up I did not stop him. Rather, I pulled him closer with my legs, pushing him even deeper and got a second I saw his dark eyes glint. His

I hollered, stood up to approach her but she immediately moved backwards really fast, still having her face to me. I attempted to move closer but she brought her hand forward, "stop!" She yelled, panting like I was the demon of a horror movie trying to catch its prey. "Please tell me what's wrong so we can sort it out." I inquired, fully trying my best to stay calm. "Is it because of some goddamn fucking obsession that you decided to paralyse my parents by spraying that gas? Just so you could get your stupid desire." She hollered, tears rolling down her face.

I could feel the wetness between my legs, feeling that clench as he stares down at me with a carnal hunger that was equally terrifying, yet oddly exciting. He licks his lips, his hands running up my legs, with eyes full of raw unmasked lust. That somehow made my entire body react. Is it my scent? An Omega’s arousal releases a special scent that is very addicting to males. It must be… the way he is looking at me, is too intense… I am scared of him, yet I am confused by the way my body yearns for more.

His other hand grabs my head and forces my head back to look at him. Dominance radiates out of him and I want to get out of his grip. Placing my hand on his chest to try and push away from him but the moment my hand touches his naked skin tingles play under my palm and I take a deep breath from the feeling. Looking right into his eyes they are darker than before and I hear what sounds like a low growl coming from somewhere, sending a chill of pleasure through my body. What's wrong with me?

He leaned in closer, his musky scent filling my senses as he whispered, "So tell me, little girl... do you actually want me?" I hesitated for a long, agonizing moment, my heart hammering like a trapped bird against my chest as the internal battle raged inside my mind. Michael noticed my silence, his eyebrows arching upward as a dark, intense look took over his features. "You need to think very hard before making your final decision right now, Fedora," he warned , his voice dropping into a low, gravelly rumble that vibrated against my skin. "Because in our world, simple lust quickly becomes deep desire. Desire rapidly transforms into a dangerous obsession. Obsession turns into heavy leverage,

And whispered right against my lips, "Iris." My fingers trembled against his chest. And his eyes… oh God, his eyes were frightening tonight. Dark. Obsessive. As if he had finally reached the absolute edge of his patience. "I love you." My breath stopped completely. But Gabriel didn't even allow me to process the words. He leaned closer, his nose brushing slowly against my cheek as he whispered in an even lower voice, "No, I adore you in a sick way." My entire body shuddered. "The only woman I want…" He kissed the corner of my lips slowly. Then whispered, "…is you."

"Your hatred is the fuel for my obsession. The more you despise me, the more I crave to break you—until you have nothing left but my name on your lips when you finally reach your breaking point." He didn't want my soul; he wanted my absolute submission. My mind rebelled, screaming at me to push him away, to find a weapon, to run—but my body was betraying me. The proximity of him was like a narcotic, a lethal, addictive pull that made my knees feel like water. I hated how much I wanted him to stop, yet simultaneously, I craved this ruin. I craved the intensity because, in a world where I had been discarded and killed, his obsession—however toxic—was the only thing that felt real.

he continued, his voice low and vicious, “then I’m going to live up to exactly what I am. I’m going to fuck you like the monster I am. I’m going to bend you over this bed and destroy that tight cunt until you’re sobbing and creaming all over my cock again. I’m going to fill you so full of my cum that it’ll be leaking down your thighs for hours. And when I’m done with your pussy, I’m taking that virgin ass. I’m going to stretch it open and fuck it raw while you scream my name.” His words hit me like a punch. I should have been more scared. I should have screamed for help or tried to run again. But something inside me shifted. My grip on the knife loosened slightly as heat pooled low in my bel