Driving My Obsession Novels & Stories

Adrian “Get the job done real quick. We’ll be leaving in one hour.” Niko-fucking-lia voice rings in my ear as I drive my bike to Igor’s place. Am I going to kill him? Yes. It's either I die or he dies. I can't give up my life for him, there's so much more I'm yet to achieve. I grunt angrily, maneuvering my bike to his place.

I continue. "I don’t know," he responds after a long pause. "I don’t know what the fuck is going on with me lately, but every time I look at you, I want to monopolize you. The thought of you being with another man drives me crazy. You’re on my mind all the damn time, even if I don’t want you there, and when I tell myself I’ll just forget you, I can’t. What the hell would you even call this? Obsession? Infatuation? Would it be like? It’s all new to me."

I said. “Yeah well now I’m pissed because why have you not eaten. I’m very sure that twat Ife is responsible for this. I’m sorry baby..” he said and put his hand on my face. I almost flinched away but man, I was trying very hard to be very careful with this man. He was going to snap if I did anything stupid. In his eyes I could see someone who was deranged. His mind was broken at this point. He was troubled. This frantic pursuit of me was not because he loved me but it was much deeper than that. He was obsessed. And obsession could make people do crazy things that they in their right mind would not normally do.

My pulse still raced, my mind still burned, and the obsession only dug its claws deeper. It didn’t ease the hunger, it fueled it, every breath, every thought, every part of me was wound tighter around Ollie than before, and I knew with a certainty that nothing, not Serena, not my father, not the entire world, could drag me away from this path now.

"What is his obsession with you?"he asked. "N.. nothing." I stuttered, moving the wheel with my shaking hands. My legs are weak right now. "What do you mean nothing? The bastard was bent on taking you with him." He said. "I... I don't what his obsession is about me." I almost cried as the awful memories of Carlos violating me filled my head. Tears rolled down my eyes as I drove. He didn't ask further but I felt his eyes on me.

“But all of my plans were ruined when I saw you for the second time, in the hospital, pacing back and forth, looking after my mother. And that’s when knew you were more than just a business deal. You became my craziest obsession. Something I had yet so far. And I wanted you all to myself no matter what.” “I have gotten everything I ever wanted and just the mere thought of you not being mine, drove me insane.” He rasped. My lips parted slightly in disbelief as I stared at him. With one long stride, he stood before me. My eyes widen when I looked at how enlarged his pupils were. His eyes reeking of lust, obsession, and something more. An emotion I had never encountered.

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.

I leaned back, staring out at the house one last time. “She’ll remember,” I muttered under my breath, fingers tapping the steering wheel. “She’ll remember me. All of me.” The guards stayed at the gate, silent but tense, as I started the engine. “Drive carefully,” the first guard warned the driver, eyes never leaving mine. “Don’t tell me what to do,” I muttered, voice low and dangerous. The car rolled backward, headlights cutting through the dark driveway, and I glanced at the house one last time. Megan. My obsession. My possession.

9Maya. I’d never been like this before. Not with anyone. Not with myself. Obsession felt like a sickness, something I couldn’t shake, something that turned my days into endless waiting, my nights into hours spent staring at the ceiling, aching and empty and full of wild, helpless want.

Chloe added without a care and sat down into a large overstuffed beanbag chair. Leila didn't bother about her again and turned around to head in the direction of the storage room. "Wait Leila. How do you know those guys? Who owned the car among them? Are you dating any of them? If you are, it had better not be the owner of the car cause I have my sights on him." Leila stood still and watched her run her mouth. She already knew it was the car she was attracted to. She decided to play a fast one on her.