Driving My Obsession Novels & Stories

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.

Maya's POV People always assume obsession begins loudly they imagine madness appearing overnight and turning ordinary people cruel in a single moment but the truth is uglier because obsession grows quietly. It starts with wanting to be chosen then wanting to matter and then wanting somebody to look at you the way they look at someone else and eventually wanting turns into needing and somewhere between need and desperation you stop recognizing yourself.

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…”

“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.

I asked, looking out the window as the tall glass skyscrapers blurred past. "It's a surprise," Nathan replied smoothly, keeping his eyes on the road. "I hate surprises." "No, you don't." "I absolutely do, Nathan." Nathan pointed a finger at me without looking away from the windshield. "That is a blatant lie." I glared at him, but he just looked completely delighted by my annoyance. Eventually, the crowded city center disappeared behind us. We drove down toward an older district right near the waterfront. Nathan finally turned the SUV down a ramp, pulling into a private underground garage. He killed the engine and looked over at me. "This is it."

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

Then he brushed his hair back with both hands and smirked. "Oh yeah?" he said, stepping back. He got in his car and drove off. I stood alone in the parking lot with my file in my hand and my heart in my throat. ………………………………………………………………….. I got in my car and drove. I did not go home. I just drove. The city blurred past the windows. I thought about David's face when I said Noah's name. The way his hand dropped. The way his eyes went wide. "Arghhh!" I yelled, holding tightly to my steering wheel.