Deadly Obsession Novels & Stories

Brianna perched on a server rack, bat across her lap like a scepter, red lipstick smeared from laughing, thighs rubbing under her jeans. Big Daddy Burrito loomed behind Layla, metal hand protective on her bare thigh, thumb tracing slow filthy circles, the heat from his chassis making her skin tingle, cock twitching under his panel like it wanted in on the fun. Layla crunched a kernel loud, salt on her lips, eyes locked on Rex and Milo—pants pooled at ankles, cocks half-hard from fear and secret want, the warehouse stinking of burnt circuits and fresh cum. “We’re the judges now” she said, voice lazy and venom-sweet. “No filming. Yet. Impress us—or we post your bisexual meme pages to your moms

And in the silence after, as his arm tightened around me and his breath slowed, I realized something terrifying. This wasn’t just desire. It was an obsession. And it was going to destroy everything. His weight pressed me deep into the mattress, his chest heavy against mine as he groaned my name into my ear. My body trembled beneath him, still pulsing around his cock, milking every drop he gave me. I thought he’d pull out. I thought it was over. But Drake didn’t move. Instead, he kissed my neck, slow and rough, his cock still buried inside me, twitching. “Fuck… you think I’m done with you already?” he whispered darkly.

“I can’t… stop wanting you.” I pressed her against the wall, hands roaming possessively, lips capturing hers in a kiss that burned hotter than any flame in the city below. “Good,” I growled. “Because I don’t just want you. I own you. And anyone who tries to touch you… dies in the memory of my obsession.” The night stretched on — a storm of heat, desire, and obsession. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered possessive vow reminded us both that there was no going back. Sebastian Velez would never release what was his. And Ocean… she never wanted to escape.

He always used that opportunity to fulfill his lust and sinful desires and after that for only to kill them the next day. Indeed, he was fearful but his devilish aura that's impossible to ignore because he is the only one who seeks dominance and power. All is according to his wish, this is what Lucifer just wants. “Everything and everyone under his thumb and love of his mate" ✿ I am looking to escape my darkness Out in the dark over the shadow The fallow fawns invisible go The melting candles of my life are a shame As I do not fit in that frame Through spring and fall I loved you, and you're all

And now, the debt had come due. The cruelest part wasn’t the muzzle of the gun pointed at my chest. It was the focus, the intensity, and the absolute certainty, like Antonio had built this moment piece by piece, year by year, breath by breath, until the edges of his obsession sharpened into something deadly.

Although, there was not much needed because those who were here will kill themselves for him. ''My Deer, you will never find a charming and seductive person like me, not in heaven, not even in hell. Today, I will make sure you are as obsessed with me as I am with you. I will not burn in this desire alone, Elsa, you must burn with me." a wide grin formed on his life after thinking about their future.

He is sucking her Blood from her lips. Man pov :fifty shades of grey my fav just added fuel to my desires.. I became horny..Why the hell I promised that I will not touch her till tomorrow.. I can't control myself.. I gripped her waist tightly digging my nails in her skin..She winched in pain but I turned her around and kissed her roughly .. I bit her very hardly blood started coming out..Let me tell you her blood is soo tasty.. I want to taste it more in all ways..How I wish I am a vampire.. I love to become vampire just to taste her Blood..Now also I can taste.. but in other way hope you guys understood..If not you will come to know Tommorrow night..

It’s a shadow I can’t escape, no matter how fast I walk, no matter how far I go. And as I walk down the sidewalk, I feel the undeniable weight of something dark pressing against me. The kind of dark that doesn’t just disappear. It lingers. Watches. Waits. And I know, with a certainty I can't shake, that whatever this is—whatever has started—it’s only just begun. Alessandro's POV

And I’d do it every time, until there was nothing left but fire, sweat, and obsession, until he couldn’t exist without me, and I couldn’t without him. Hands on him, feeling the faint pulse from the core embedded in him, I whispered, “We’re just getting started. And damn it, I’ll make sure you know… I own you. All of you. Every swing, every breath, every beat.” And deep in my chest, I felt it, hunger twisting sharper, darker, hungrier. Not lust. Not greed. Pure obsession. Next quest would push us harder. The next dungeon, the next monster, would be nothing but sparks for the fire we’d stoke together.