Forbidden Obsession Novels & Stories

I had tried before, but whenever I was with someone else, all I could think about was him—Lorenzo. The one thing I could never admit to anyone was watching him back then, relieving himself. I didn’t know if he ever knew, but it was my secret to keep. My mother wasn’t always home. She was either at social elite gatherings or with her friends. Even when she was home for dinner, she left immediately afterward, while he either locked himself in his office or went out as well, leaving me alone. I wanted to ask him something that day and noticed his office door slightly open. There he was, hands on himself, moaning softly. I had always imagined what it would feel like to have him, even if just onc

Chapter 48: The Night That Wouldn’t End Nyra's Pov The drive home felt longer than usual, even though I took the same route I always did. My hands stayed steady on the steering wheel, and my eyes stayed on the road, but my mind refused to settle. Every few seconds, it drifted back to the same moment outside the party, replaying it in a way that made it impossible to ignore. I could still see the way he had looked at me, the way the space between us had disappeared without either of us saying it out loud. I could still feel the pause right before everything almost crossed a line we would not be able to undo.

It never ends well. Obsession is lethal. It creeps in quietly, wrapping itself around you like comfort, but it suffocates in the end. It erases who you were and replaces it with hunger. If I stay, the person I am will disappear, replaced by someone who longs for a violent man, a sadistic killer. Obsession has never been a good trait, and this one terrifies me more than he ever could. More than what happened earlier tonight. Being locked in that office was horrifying, but this is worse. This feels like addiction, deep and consuming.

“Nothing is impossible when it comes to you and this child. I have been decrypting more files. I have contacts. People who can help us disappear if we need to. But first, we play this carefully. You keep pretending around Victor and the doctor. I will handle the rest. And when the time is right, we take everything back.” His obsession was clear now. It had deepened into something fierce and all consuming. He was not just in love with me. He was claiming a future that Victor had tried to steal. The storm continued raging outside, but in that moment, wrapped in Damien’s arms, I felt a strange sense of safety I had not known in months. “I love you,” I whispered, the words slipping out before I

His voice dropped to a possessive growl. "You were always mine. I just had to wait for you to be ready." My heart hammered against my ribs, not with swelling love, but with a sudden, chilling realization. This wasn't just a mutual, forbidden desire. This was something deeper, darker. He hadn't just given in last night. He had claimed me. He had been obsessed with me, loved me, long before I ever dared to dream of him. His gaze, now fully awake, was no longer just tender. It was intense. Possessive. And utterly, undeniably, the gaze of a man who had been waiting, planning, and now, finally, had what he wanted.

He weighed the book in his hand, not looking at the title but at me. ​"A good choice," he agreed, his voice dropping to a low purr. "Obsession is a fascinating thing, isn't it? It can drive a man mad, or it can make him feel utterly alive." He closed the distance between us just enough that I could smell the faint scent of his masculine body scent with his usual intense cologne. "And once a man is obsessed, he rarely lets go of the object of his desire, no matter the consequences." ​My breath caught in my throat because I knew he wasn't talking about Heathcliff.

Saw it in the way his jaw clenched, the way his hands flexed at his sides like he was fighting the urge to reach for her. She'd never felt this bold in her entire life. Carol had always been careful, cautious, the good girl who followed the rules and never caused problems. But after days of thinking about him, days of wanting him so badly it hurt, days of avoiding him because she was terrified of what she might do—she couldn't take it anymore. She needed him. Needed to fuck him. Maybe after she did, this obsession would loosen its grip. Maybe once she had him, the fantasy would lose its power and she could move on with her life.

My clit throbs, begging for attention, and as if reading my mind, he reaches down between us, his thumb finding the swollen nub and rubbing in firm circles that match his thrusts. "Mmh yes—Fuck me like that," I beg, my hands sliding down to his ass, squeezing the firm muscles as he drives into me. He obliges, pounding harder, his cock hitting that spot inside that makes my toes curl and my vision blur. The intensity ramps up, sweat starts to bead on his chest, slicking our skin where we press together, making the friction even better. I rock my hips to meet him, grinding down each time he fills me, chasing the pressure on my clit. The city lights outside seem to pulse in time with our rhythm

Just then her man came forward and retrieved them from me. It was such a nice thing to do. That made him so hot and I began seeing the sexy side of him one more time. My body was beginning to misbehave. And when his finger grazed my hand as he collected the other bag, that was it, my thighs tightened against each other. I began dripping into my thighs but once again, I had to remind myself that he was my mother's man. And I wouldn't want anything to stress my mum. I wouldn't ruin her new lil new happiness. And just like that, I debunked the thought and lust once again.

"Six months ago? You were planning this back then?" "I've been planning this since the moment I saw you walk down the aisle in that white dress," Adrian confessed, his face completely serious, his dark eyes burning with a terrifying, heavy obsession. "I saw you marry my brother, and I knew it was a mistake. I knew he would ruin you. So I built this cage, and I waited for the right moment to lock you inside." "You speak about it so easily," she said, her voice trembling. "Like I’m just a bird you wanted to capture."