Forbidden Obsession Novels & Stories

I added another finger to the finger already thrusting in and out of my wet cunt. God! Fuck! I moved faster, arching my back as my thighs clenched. And then the wave crashed over me, stealing my breathing and leaving me shaking on my fingers. I lay there panting and staring at the ceiling, suddenly feeling nothing but shame. What are you doing, Isabella? What are you becoming? I rolled onto my side, pulling my knees to my chest. The wetness between my thighs was a reminder of everything I was trying to ignore. I was not the kind of woman who would touch herself to thoughts of her best friend's father while her boyfriend was waiting for her to come home.

I’d rather have him hating me to the point of wanting me dead than continuing to waste his life being obsessed with a woman who belonged to someone else. Hate was something a person could get over. Hate was an emotion you could move away from, given enough time and distance. But obsession? It was like a drug. I knew that better than anyone. I had watched it destroy Max, and I had felt it simmering in my own blood for Damon. No matter how hard you tried to kick the habit, that obsession would burn just as strong four years later the moment you saw them again. “So… I truly… held no chance then,” he scoffed, his head falling back against the pillow as he looked away toward the window again.

Desire had become treason, and every step I took, every sip I swallowed, reminded me that I was falling further. My phone buzzed. Marcus again. Another minor issue—a financial discrepancy that should have been minor, but in the delicate balance of Edward’s empire, even the smallest fracture could widen into a canyon. I clenched my fists around the device, feeling the tension coil in my chest. My mind screamed at me to fix it, to act, to maintain control. But the image of Selene haunted me, and I realized something terrifying: obsession had begun to dictate my decisions. Mistakes, distractions, and desire were intertwining in ways I could not yet control.

He whispered between his teeth, soft but sharp: "No, you said you loved him a lot. Aren’t those feelings? I bet he’s in love with you… if not you with him. Friendship between a male and female is impossible. After closeness, instincts decide fate." His hand slowly slid down lower, tracing confidently and calmly, stirring my body. His touches were light but burning. My body shivered, and I whispered nervously: "Mr. Dorian, please… someone… might see us." I gasped as I heard the sound of a zipper opening.

“I need you to understand that I’m saying this with love. That is an insane amount of plot for just one week of your life. It’s plot twist after plot twist. This is a freaking blockbuster.” “Tell me about it.” “I feel so fucking intrigued by this place.” “I would be too.” “I’m coming to see this place.” She said it so decisively that I almost laughed again. “Like… are you sure?” “I’m sure. I need to see the place. I need to see this man with my own two eyes and form my own professional opinion, because secondhand through you, I cannot tell if he’s a Disney prince with a tragic backstory or a man I should be Googling very carefully before you get in any deeper.”

Concern flashed across his face as he hesitated, unsure whether to comfort her, speak, or slip away. But as he took a silent step closer, Phillip’s eyes widened. One of Monica May’s hands was clearly underneath her skirt, moving with urgent need. Her body shivered with pleasure, not sadness. His cock twitched hard inside his designer slacks, thickening rapidly at the erotic sight. She was masturbating—right here in the office, lost in her own filthy little world.

Forbidden Fantasies

I tied my robe slowly, smiling through the heartbreak as I watched him storm toward the door, calling over his shoulder, “It’s over. Don’t make this harder than it has to be.” The door clicked shut behind him. I stood there in his office, pussy aching, heart twisting with obsession and fresh determination. Mom’s sacrifices, Dad’s empty place, the boring stable life I’d lived, it all felt like chains I wanted to break with Sebastian’s rough hands. The forbidden fire was too sweet to let it die. I touched my still-wet pussy, soaking my fingers with my wetness and licking it. Already plotting on what to do next. I’d probably wear something even hotter tomorrow. Sneak into his room. Remind him a

[[ Clara's Pov ]] I saw the glimmer of hope crashing down behind the layer of his eyes. I felt the same too. Not because I pleaded guilty, but because I was sorry for my sister. She was an angel to me even though I had doubts about whether she thought the same of me or not. I saw his statue-like posture from afar. Perhaps he needed a few moments to return to his aloof mood. So I gave him enough space to calm down. My mind wandered on their previous

*Caroline* Noah Stark might be God’s gift to the female population here at Ohio state University, Good at football, bad at love. Obsessed with scoring, refuses to play by the rules. Cruel. Relentless. Brilliant. Intoxicatingly attractive. But I want nothing to do with the dark-haired football player.