Driving My Obsession Novels & Stories

“You’re mine. They’re ours. And I will kill anyone who tries to take that from us.” The raw emotion in his voice cracked me open. Love, obsession, fear, and something deeper—vulnerability he’d never shown anyone. I surged up despite the pain and kissed him. It wasn’t gentle. It was desperate, messy, all teeth and tongues and shared blood. He groaned into my mouth, the sound vibrating through me, his good hand tangling in my dark wavy hair as he devoured me like a man starving. The driver— one of Matteo’s remaining loyal men—swerved hard. Gunshots cracked behind us. Pursuing headlights grew brighter in the rearview mirror.

"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.

"You make it so easy to believe that you're just a piece of matter orbiting around the earth." He slid down to the ground and opened the door of his car. "This time around, I'll suppress my intrinsic appetitive desire to consume you as much as I can and focus on flourishing and devising strategic ways to attack instead. I came to an epiphany that my staunch obsession renders me unwary, making me pregnable to your irksome guardians--oh, the thought of them infuriates me!" He smashed his hand to the car out of fury as he remembered all its failed attempts, especially the ones where it's almost close to victory but still ended up in chagrin.

Dylan argued. “I know Dylan… I know…” I said and then walked forward towards him to add hastily, “But when my obsession takes over me… I do get selfish. And in case of Emily… My obsession has already taken over me…” He looked at me with his eyes wide open while I added further, “I won’t let her go… She is mine and she will be mine, even if it means I would have to go against her will…”

The deja Vu is unbearable. My dick leaks a sticky tang onto my jeans. Fuck. I grit my teeth until my cheeks sting. “Rough… you feel rough and hot.” Like the veins hammering under my skin. I’m draw with Kendrick now. Surprise licks at his face. I don’t slack. I drive hard and fast, wrist aching and waist taut. No, I’m not thinking of Tristan, but I don’t feel like I’m driving a mobile. Damn… I think I’m driving something else.

Ass. “You’re a right perv, you know that? Take a picture. It will last longer!” I snapped, glaring at him from the passenger seat. The road stretched out before us as we drove towards Bloodmoon Bay, passing trucks and delivery vehicles along the way. He turned to face me, his eyes finally glinting with mischief rather than looking flat like they had earlier. “You know why I like to look?” he asks, a tug at the corner of his lips. The engine roared as we surged forward, weaving in and out of traffic. “Because you’re obsessed with sex!” I rolled my eyes and rested my elbow on the window.

Memo I drove my car so fast, my tears streaming down my eyes that I could barely see the road because it's covering my sight. But I don't care. I just kept on driving at a speedy pace. I don't care if the drivers behind get angry as they keep on honking like there's no tomorrow. Fuckers! Can't they sense that I'm broken? Is it too much if I want them to adjust because my heart is so heavy right now? The pain is consuming me.

“You were hoping to find something bad enough to make me drive her out of the park. Something that would get rid of the competition.” “She is not competition. She is a distraction that is going to get people hurt.” “People like you?” “People like all of us.” Emily was crying now, her mascara running down her cheeks in black streams. “Whatever spell she has you under, it is not natural. The way you look at her, the way you act around her …it is like you are obsessed.” I considered that for a moment. Obsessed. Yes, that was probably accurate. “You know what, Emily? You are right.” I moved closer, the blade catching the dim light. “I am obsessed with her. Completely, utterly, irrevocably obsess

I growled, jerking faster, imagining her legs spread for him, but her eyes closed—seeing me. "Fuck, princess! Fuck, I'm going to come for you. Daddy is gonna cum for you. Right in your mouth." I growled, stroking my cock a little too harder, staring hungrily at her picture of my computer. I came hard, spilling over my hand, chest rising and falling in short, uneven breaths. But there was no peace after. No satisfaction. Only obsession. I stood, paced the office. Tried to open work documents. Tried to read intel reports. But every line blurred into nothing.

There was simply nothing normal about him, so of course breaking into a woman's house wasn't considered a crime in his dictionary. "Then what is?" "Obsession." The answer came so easily it stole the next breath from my lungs. His head tilted slightly. "I'm obsessed with everything about you, Little Cub." His gaze lingered on mine. "Every breath. Every sound. Every sweet little treat you put between those pretty lips." My stomach tightened. "You're insane." "Already covered that." I hated how I almost smiled. I chewed the inside of my jaw, forcing myself to focus on something other than him