Dark Obsession Novels & Stories

"I see. Now that you've dropped the act, why don't you take the time to tell me everything? Start by telling me why you chose to betray the dark flood." "Instead of worrying about that, why don't you worry about the fact that your time has come?" I still wasn't moved by his silly threats. "I won't repeat myself again." As if reading my mind, Stephan had already pointed his gun to the brats head. "Stop! I'll speak, just let my daughter go." He turned his head multiple times to her direction as if to ensure she was alright before going on. "Your grandfather, Matteo Mancini, built the Dark flood, known as Alluvione oscura by in the day. After he disappeared amidst all the issues with law enforc

You see, one thing about the word 'obsession' is that it's not really about the feelings or about the way you can't breathe without them by your side.... that would've been good if that was just about the word... but it's the dark side that comes along with it. It's the insecurities of them leaving you... of them getting tired of you, and when you see them with someone else, it just makes you... it makes you want to kill, want to cage them until all they see is you.

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

And worst of all—I could still feel the shameful flutter between my legs every time I remembered how loud I had screamed, how desperately I had begged for more. I didn’t want to admit what was happening to me. I was losing myself. It wasn’t love. It wasn’t romance. It was deeper. Darker. It was obsession wrapped in pain. Surrender wrapped in silk and control. I told myself I hated him. I told myself I wanted to escape. But when he opened the door that morning, something inside me lit up. Not hope. Not fear. Something far more dangerous. Need.

“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.

Scotch burned trail gold, obsidian devouring every swallow, power humming balanced edge. Night deepened, bodies orbiting with no collision, but collision was inevitable. His hand ghosted spine trace absent—shiver traitorous. "Sleep," he ordered, soft menace, pulling me into the lounge plush without resistance. No fuck tonight—torture purer, proximity dominance submission unspoken. Dreams twisted Rourke's snap, Darius's grin fading peace, Kenji's obsidian guarding shadows. Blood ties bound us, visceral, dark romance, an empire forged in violence and want.

But he held me strongly to himself. “Don't do this elsewhere again, I'm here to fix that. I'll give it to you anytime and anyhow you want it, Ella.” This made tears roll down my face. This was more than him. I had an addiction to s*x. Not just to s*x but to different men’s d!ck. I wouldn't stay faithful to him. I shouldn't be in a relationship. “Don't do this to yourself, don't do this to me, let just f*ck and forget about it,” I muttered and I could see the hurtful look in his eyes.

It couldn’t be. The temperature changed. Almost as if the air conditioner itself knew the devil had returned and needed to make the room warmer. Her body went into alarm. The hairs on her skin rose. Her hands froze around the speaker. She didn’t want to turn around. She didn’t want to confirm it. But she had to. Slowly, Eliana looked toward the doorway. There he was. Standing in his perfect darkness. Like the dead had returned to life. Black upon black. Everything about him wrapped in shadows, like darkness itself had chosen a body. Cesare stood in the doorway.

“I’m never stopping. This pussy gets eaten every single day until you’re completely ruined for anyone else. You’re mine now, Daisy. Addicted. Obsessed. My perfect little stepsister cumslut.” Right as the most overwhelming orgasm yet crashed over me — my face buried in the pillow, riding his face desperately — a knock sounded on the door. “Daisy? Honey, dinner’s ready!” Mom called. I froze, mid-orgasm, pussy gushing all over Dan’s tongue as he kept licking through it, forcing me to stay quiet while my body betrayed me with violent spasms. Dan chuckled darkly against my cunt and whispered, “I’m never stopping. This pussy gets eaten every day until you’re ruined for anyone else.”

Author’s Note / Reader Warning: This story contains extremely explicit content, dark themes, non-consensual elements, drugging, stalking, kidnapping, heavy BDSM, blood play, and intense psychological manipulation. It is very dark and not for the faint of heart. Reader discretion is strongly advised. ****** Chapter 1 Velvet Obsession Ledger¥ She was sleeping again.