Dark Desire Obsession Novels & Stories

"And you really look like someone who likes dark lyrics.” I gave an innocent smile, hiding in the background any characteristic of that little monster that lurking underneath.” "What's so dark about a woman who says she's crazy about someone?” "Nothing that is good comes from someone who is obsessed with someone else," he scored wisely. "You're right," I replied, arching an eyebrow. "Obsession always ends in a tragic way.

All of this stirs within me, not like a fading echo, but like a fire being stoked. — It's insane. I murmur the words at the dark ceiling. My voice is a hoarse scrape in the silence. I want her. Again. Already. More. The realization strikes me full force, with an almost violent power. It is not the simple, physical desire I know. It is a distortion of it, an obsession. It's as if a part of me remained inside her, and it desperately demands to return to its place of origin. It is an appetite that is not fed by being sated, but feeds on it to grow.

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.

I didn't want to be alone. I curled up on the bed to try to get some sleep. The dream of darkness and its embrace came upon me again. I felt myself willingly sinking into the twisted vines that surrounded me, their inky tendrils weaving around my form. Strange satisfaction washed over me as I welcomed the suffocating darkness, allowing it to consume me. My heart pounded with a bizarre excitement, and a wave of ecstasy engulfed my senses. This time, the voice that usually commanded me to scream remained silent.

Even now the need to see her burned through my veins. He was fucking wrong. .. This craving... Obsession and dark desire that seeks to burn me from within. It runs too deeply, even on to the innermost darkest part of me, it couldn't be gotten rid of that easily . It wouldn't end until we are both consumed by the flames "She doesn't want you , that's why she chose to leave .You fucking want her back? Then you gotta get up from this god damned bed and stand on your feet once again. "

“On your knees where you belong. All that quiet attitude and you’re just another slut for my cock.” His words should have angered me. Instead they sent heat pooling low in my belly. I moaned around him, and Damien cursed, his grip tightening. “Keep making those sounds and I won’t last.” I sucked harder, swirling my tongue, letting him use my mouth. The basement filled with wet sounds and his heavy breathing. My own erection strained painfully against my jeans, humiliating and undeniable. Damien’s thrusts grew erratic. “Look at me,” he ordered. I lifted my eyes. Our gazes locked, and something raw passed between us. Hate. Need. Years of tension exploding in this one forbidden moment.

But beneath that cruelty lies something far more dangerous… a pull she can’t resist. Every glance is a provocation. Every silence, a dare. His touch lingers too long, his anger cuts too deep, and Emma finds herself trembling at the edge of fear and desire. The secret she has carried for years—dark, shameful, and burning—crashes against the forbidden cravings that tighten their grip with every passing night. This is not love. It’s obsession. It’s sin wrapped in longing, punishment laced with pleasure. And once the line is crossed, there will be no turning back.

As she watched him being driven away, she knew that this was just the beginning of a complex and dangerous dance, one that would test the limits of her professionalism, her desire, and her very soul. This was the fourth criminal she was fucking and she knew she wasn't stopping anytime soon. These criminals are so hot and she wasn't ready to let go. Note: if you want more of Camila, you can request for it and I might create a book for that purpose.

When he'd not responded at that moment, something deranged inside of me had snapped. My obsession and lust for him are insane; his momentary silence to my confession quickly released the savage beasts from me that simply wanted to devour him. It feels so amazing to take him so mercilessly, the feel of his body clasped tight around me, and his soft, repentant gaze flares something dark inside of me. I want to dominate him more and more, He constantly drives me crazy. I'm insanely greedy when it comes to him. I know he has it bad when even right now, he's murmuring my name in his sleep.

He needs to feed his demon the lustful desire and attraction he felt towards her and after that he will become her worst nightmare. He hated her yet the attraction he felt towards her is dangerous, his demon wants her! She's going to be hurt. He'd never thought his demon could desire the girl he hates so much. He's not concerned about her being hurt, just needs to feel her embrace once again. Words couldn't describe how is body crave her touch the obsession