Forbidden Obsession Romane & Geschichten

In a weird way I feel he eats their organs. “What’s going on?!.” Rebecca whispered. As old as she was she had never experienced such a thing, she was a pure Demon royalty, pampered till she became rotten and devious . Her father and brothers never let her see such a thing to them she is still a baby they must protect her till her suture comes to marry her off!, how dumb. My memory went back to the first time I had seen such a thing. I was just Ten……. ^^^

The straw finally snapped between my fingers on the forty-third twist. There's a name for what I have: Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Why I didn't tell Nico I have OCD I'll never know. Maybe it's because I'm keenly aware of how crazy I am. My main obsession is numbers. I count everything, how many twists it takes to break a straw or how many steps I take to and from class. My compulsion is having to touch things seven times to make everything all right. The anxiety on top of OCD was just a perk. "Oh my God, you've never been to a football game?" she asked incredulously. "That's a sacrilege at this school."

Every man would want to steal what’s mine. Just another reason I must put my child in her womb. Now. I need it to be known by all that the angel is claimed. Provided for. That another man owns the place between her thighs. When she appeared on the staircase in that tease of white fabric, my pulse began rapping against the inside of my skull. Fuck her. Breed her. The impulse only grows louder, more persistent, every second she’s mine. It will never end. Never. My obsession is permanent.

"For what is it worth? I have never seen him this way. Off-balance. It's kind of entertaining." "I'm not trying to..." "I know. And that’s what makes it worse for him." Lucas's expression turned serious. "Look, I don’t know the specifics of your deal and don’t have to. But I know Damien. He’s the most disciplined person I know. And you, Isla Cross, are causing him to lose it. Be careful." "Careful of what?" “Of what happens when a man who has never allowed himself to feel anything, suddenly cannot stop feeling everything.”

He pulled back to maintain the intense eye-contact, seeking any sign of lies, but where there was none, he trembled. Not from fear or from heartbreak. But, possessiveness. A strong, uncontrollable one. “Cannot breathe, huh?” The sapphire in his eyes darkened, replaced by a void of absolute, unhinged obsession he no longer bothered to conceal either. “Let it ache, then,” he growled, his fingers gripping my jaw in a commanding force, forcing me to witness the chaos he had chosen himself. “Because Dorian is absolutely right. I am obsessive and extremely selfish to you. And I will never, ever apologize for it.”

I dared to move forward, raising my chin and taking my lower lip into my mouth. His jaw clenched, and he swallowed for the second time. I fought the grin that threatened to play across my face and closed the space between us. My nipples, hard and aching, pressed against his wet, tailored suit, and I shuddered. “Why don't you want me doing things like this? Do you not like it?” He tore his gaze from mine and straightened. “It's wrong.” “Because I'm young?” “Because you are my best friend's daughter.”

“Together. Always.” As the sun began to set over the ocean, I held my family close and tried to believe that the worst was truly behind us. But deep down I knew the shadows had not disappeared completely. Someone new was still out there. Someone who knew our secrets. Someone who wanted to meet our daughter soon. Our forbidden love had survived hell. It had given us a beautiful family. But the obsession it created refused to die quietly. And the next chapter was already beginning to unfold in the darkness.

It’s much, *much* wetter than before, a lewd, visceral symphony that reverberates through every fiber of my being, making it all the more overwhelming, all the more intensely forbidden. This symphony of sensation, this rising tide of raw, carnal noise, is increasing the pleasure to an almost unbearable degree. It’s increasing the sensation, sharpening every nerve ending, heightening the forbidden intensity of everything that is going on right now. God, I know this is wrong. My conscience, a faint whisper in the back of my mind, screams that this is so fucking wrong, a transgression against everything I know. But I can’t help it, I really can’t. The fact, God, the sheer, undeniable forbidden

And yet, I held myself back, swallowed the words, watched her leave, and felt the room close in around me in the absence of her presence. As the elevator doors closed, I leaned back against the wall, my pulse racing, my chest tight, and the realization settled in my mind with a clarity that was both terrifying and exhilarating: I wanted her in a way that defied morality, defied reason, defied the careful boundaries of workplace decorum. I wanted her entirely… and the knowledge that it could never be fully mine made the desire all the more intoxicating. Forbidden desire has a potency that few other passions can match; it sharpens the senses, heightens the anticipation, and turns every small g