Novelas y relatos de Domineering Love Addiction

He was struggling, fighting to stay present, fighting to keep the shadow-virus from flooding his mind and turning him into the mindless machine Kaelen used to control. I stepped into the space between them, my own exhaustion forgotten. I took Dominic’s hand, my skin cold against his feverish palm. I focused all my intent on the bond, pushing a surge of steady, unwavering love toward him, acting as a dam against the flood of his trauma. Stay with me, Dominic, I projected, my thoughts sharp and clear. He is not your master. You belong to no one but yourself—and to me. Look at me. Do not look at him.

“Then let’s steal as many nights like this as we can. I need you, Dominic. All of you.” They made love one more time before dawn—slow, emotional, face to face, every thrust laced with words they weren’t ready to say out loud. When she finally fell asleep in his arms, safe and sated, Rory knew the addiction had taken root deep. There was no going back. And as Dominic watched her sleep, brushing hair from her face with a tenderness that scared him, he realized the same thing. He was already lost.

Soul twisted to push him away. “A sane man would apologise for every thing I’ve done to you, hell I made you go through,” Xerxes said after a painful long moment. His finger lightly brushing over the bone of my cheek. I could feel his intense and heavy gaze on my face. “But I am not a sane man, sweetheart. I am selfish, arrogant, possessive, that I don’t even know what I’ll do if I ever lose you.” There's a reason love was invisible, undetectable with anything but our minds. We weren’t evolved enough to be trusted with it. We'd try to engineer it, alter it, use it, weaponize it. Weren’t there always great reasons to do immoral acts? Or were they excuses to allow us to follow our more basic d

"I had to get rid of him, Addie!. I love you so much and I should be your husband, not him! But, he always finds a way to ruin things." "So, you tried to kill him?! Not once but thrice! You were going to make my child fatherless! I hate you! I have been blind to my feelings for Dominic and now, thanks to you, I have realized it. I love him. He's a much better man than you will ever be! Now, you're going to rot in jail. Goodbye" she spat and stormed off. His face morphed into a monstrous expression. "It's not over yet, Addie! You will be mine for better or worse! I will get out of here and when I do, you're going to regret telling me you love Dominic right to my face!"

His Possession “You’ve been mine from the moment I laid eyes on you,” he replied. “You just haven’t realized it yet.” There it was. The truth behind his madness. His obsession wasn’t love. It was domination disguised as desire. He held me there a little longer, not moving, just holding. Not speaking. His breathing deepened. So did mine. In that moment, I didn’t know if I hated him or feared him—or something worse… if I understood him.

Markson, instead of it being the other way around. "Love has a way of making people act foolishly. I can't believe I'm stooping so low because of love," Daniel reflected, releasing a heavy sigh as he got into his car.

His next question caught her off guard, "Was there something addictive in it?" Oh… Violet finally grasped what he was saying and could not help but chuckle. "No, there's nothing addictive. It's only you. It seems you're just a masochist." What else could he be if he preferred her food, which was barely passable, to that of a professional chef's? If not masochism, then what? Previously, Lucius might have responded icily to such a remark. Now, his eyes betrayed a complex emotion. He suddenly felt compelled to keep her by his side indefinitely.

I don't know if it's due to our poor communication or if my love for him is just escaping the window. Chase and I have come along, and the last thing I want to do to him is cheat on him, but it seems I don't have a choice. All this guilt is killing me day by day, but still, I can't stop. I have become so attached to my coach lately, and it all started after that single night we spent together, and I'm sure tonight will form a steal for my addiction to him. "What's wrong with me?"

“Our empire. Our obsession. Our life. No one can touch this—not Langford, not the press, not anyone. And as long as I have you, nothing will ever threaten us again.” Her lips curved into a smile, exhausted, satisfied, and overwhelmed by the intensity of their journey. “Then I surrender,” she whispered. “Completely. All of me.” Dominic’s grin was feral, dark, unstoppable. “Good girl.” And then, because their obsession was never purely emotional, he claimed her again, slowly, deliberately, lovingly, yet with the same possessive hunger that had defined every encounter. Every kiss, every bite, every stroke became a reinforcement of the empire they had built together—a kingdom of lust, obsession,

He didn’t have to. Every time I saw his name light up my phone, I ran to him. And every time, it got worse. Rougher. Wilder. More addictive. I didn’t just crave the sex. I craved him—his control, his dominance, the way he made me feel like I was his to own. It wasn’t love. It wasn’t even affection. It was obsession. And it grew like fire behind closed doors. The more I tried to fight it, the deeper I sank.