Dark Obsession Novels & Stories

I mark her neck like a claim. But even as I lose myself in her, the conflict rages inside me. I am destroying her carefully built world. I am the darkness she keeps letting in. And the most terrifying truth of all? I don’t want to stop. Because for the first time in my miserable life, this obsession feels like the only thing worth burning everything else for.

My gaze drifted lower, to her ruined pussy—swollen, red, angry-looking, with my cum slowly leaking out of her fluttering hole. Fuck. The sight made my spent cock twitch with renewed interest. Fuck. Even after all that, I hated I still want her. I hated it. I hated how deeply she’d crawled under my skin in such a short time. One taste of her and I couldn’t stop. I hadn’t fucked a woman like this in years. Not with this raw, savage hunger that bordered on madness. It terrified me because I knew exactly what that kind of obsession could turn me into. I’d spent years burying the past, chaining down the monster that had crawled out after Bianca. The blood. The bodies. I couldn’t go back there. I

The monitors connected to Dominic's chest suddenly spiked into a frantic, erratic scream. "Get... your hands... off her." The words were raw, laced with a gravelly, primitive ferocity that turned the air in the garage completely freezing. Dominic’s heavy eyelids pulled open, his amber eyes bloodshot, dark, and utterly consumed by an unhinged, territorial madness. The sedatives meant to keep a normal man paralyzed for hours were entirely burned away by the sheer, blinding fire of his obsession.

Lucas's father asked staring at us as I placed Gavin back in his seat. "Let's say yes," I shrugged and began sharing the sponge cake. 'I hope they sort it out!' I thought. ______________________________________ * * * What do you guys think so far? Please drop a review ❤️❤️ Do you want a sequel about Ben and Beatrice's Story? Please, you all stay tuned for the Book 2 of the Obsession series, a Sequel of 'Secret Obsession' titled:- HIS WILD OBSESSION.

She was getting impatient. The fragrance was like citrus and lotus. It was not from the pies for sure. Someone at the hallway was wearing it. But who would use such a strong perfume early in the morning. I was trying to control my wolf. But my whole body was feeling as if it was drugged. I didn't know where I was going anymore. I felt like I needed to find out the source of that perfume. Lexa was going crazy. Just when I came near the kitchen door, my wolf howled inside "Mate! "

Daniel Black's P O V "Daniel! What are you doing?! Slow down!" I heard Lolita's voice fighting through all the voices in my head. I always fought back all the voices when I was with Lolita and tried to give her my full attention. She is the only one that makes me fight back those demons and do things that no one has ever done to me. Even William can't help me stop those demons, but .... Lolita did and now, she is the one that brought back all those nightmares.

Seeing her look at me like that makes me feel she can see my dark, dead soul. A soul that can never be redeemed. A soul that has embraced darkness. Yet, I can’t stop the sexual, dark needs roaming through me. I want to fuck her so bad that she’ll only scream my name. I want my cock buried inside her that she’ll think of no man except me and only me. Dima Kozlov. I want this petite, porcelain creature for myself. Only for myself. Shit shit.

I hated being alone. “Sleep, pretty boy.” He says to me after a while. My eyes slightly widen as I realize I've been staring into blank space. I lie on the bed, backing him. I don't want to see him. I'm okay with feeling his presence around me and I can't sleep. I just fucking can't. I let him see the vulnerable part of me. The ugly side of Adrian Petrov. The part of me that I've tried to keep hidden but the nightmare brings them back.

He closes the door without a sound and walks back to her. There’s something wrong with him. He knows it. He can feel it in his bones, in the way his heart won’t slow down, in the way his thoughts have stopped making sense. Whatever moral compass he used to have, it’s long since snapped in half and rusted over. Something in his brain has gone dark and unhinged, and the strangest part? He doesn’t care. He likes it. This feeling—this obsession—it’s become a fire in his blood. It’s not just lust anymore. It’s insatiable. Uncontrollable. It makes him feel powerful, dangerous, alive.