Forbidden Obsession Novels & Stories

She barely flinched when the whip cracked in the air, right beside her ear—but it never touched her skin. It was a warning. He stood behind her and leaned close, breath hot against her neck. “You still think this is a game,” he whispered. “Still think this is about sex.” He ran the whip’s tip down her spine, slow and cruel. “But it’s not. Not anymore.” She swallowed hard, throat dry. “This is obsession now.” He yanked the blindfold off. Her eyes adjusted to the low red light, catching the reflection of herself in the mirror. She looked wrecked. Owned.

But that was a lie. I mourned that life. I mourned the man I had almost been. And then there was her. Danika. I hungered for her at first like an insatiable beast. I felt her like gravity. She was overwhelming and consuming. Every instinct of mine wanted me to devour her. To complete the cycle written into my existence. Instead, I watched her breathe. My obsession frightened me. My love undid me. Every day that I chose her, my body paid the price. The seizures weren't punishments for weakness, they were consequences of rebellion.

“Right here if I have to. I’ll spread you open on this rock and eat you until you scream my name so loud the coyotes hear it. Then I’ll fuck you—hard, deep, no mercy—until you can’t remember your own. And when I’m done, when you’re shaking and dripping and marked, I’ll carry you home and do it again. Every night. Every morning. Until you forget what it felt like to want anyone else.” Her knees nearly buckled. His thumb brushed the underside of her breast, barely a graze through cotton—but it felt like fire. “But I won’t do any of that,” he continued, his voice dropping even lower, “until you understand one thing.” She swallowed. “What?” “That once I start, I don’t stop. Not when you’re sore.

What I hated most, was the way she'd made me lose control. And think that was the problem. I never lost control. Not with any of my previous arrangements. And certainly not with anyone. But with her? One look from those defiant stubborn eyes and my structure rules start cracking. Fuck! I had other muses before. Beautiful women who posed for me, fucked me, and obeyed me. When I was done with them, I moved on without a second thought. So why is Aria suddenly different? Why does my body crave her? Worse, why would my mind not shut up about her?

The space was intimate, lit only by low amber lanterns, with a wide velvet chaise in the center surrounded by shelves of rare essences. He held a small obsidian vial. “Tonight we test the Forbidden Lotus. This blend is the most dangerous I’ve created. It induces total, helpless submission — stripping away inhibitions and creating an overwhelming need to obey and beg. You will wear a full dose. I will restrain you and edge you for as long as I wish. You will not come until you beg in the most explicit, degrading way possible.” My pulse spiked. “How explicit?” “You’ll see.” He removed my coat, leaving me naked. Then he applied the Forbidden Lotus with slow, deliberate strokes. He dabbed it on

His hands settled at the back of my neck as he deepened the kiss, and for a few seconds, I forgot where we were. When he pulled back, he stayed close enough that our foreheads almost touched. “I don’t regret this,” he murmured. “Just so we’re clear.” I looked at him, and the happiness I’d felt a moment ago began to fade. We’d slept together that was one problem, and the fact that I wanted to do it again was another. “This is insane.” I pulled away. “Cain, what the hell are we doing? You know this is wrong, right?”

Cherry Brentwood’s life changed the night she turned eighteen—caught doing the forbidden while moaning the name of her brother’s best friend. Fast forward to two years later, summer vacation was supposed to be everything she had dreamed of. What she never expected was to spend it under the same room with her brother's best friend, the man with the most seductive gray eyes that she's been trying to forget…and her arch-enemy cousin sister. Xavier Salvatore is a guy who walks in silence, barely speaks, but rather acts in dangerous, mysterious ways. He’s not a saint; He's not an angel. He walks the thin line between good and evil. He is none other than the ghost of the Black

Ethan’s hands twitched on his thighs but he didn’t stop her. She moved through them fast.delete, delete, delete. until the folder emptied. Then she opened his account. The newest post was still live. She handed him the phone. “Take it down. All of them.” He hesitated for maybe five seconds, then started removing posts. Each time the confirmation screen popped up he tapped yes without argument. When the last one vanished he set the phone on the comforter and looked up at her. “I got jealous,” he said. “Every time some guy stared too long I wanted to show them what they couldn’t have. Then it stopped being about them and started being about the numbers. I got greedy.”

"Your hatred is the fuel for my obsession. The more you despise me, the more I crave to break you—until you have nothing left but my name on your lips when you finally reach your breaking point." He didn't want my soul; he wanted my absolute submission. My mind rebelled, screaming at me to push him away, to find a weapon, to run—but my body was betraying me. The proximity of him was like a narcotic, a lethal, addictive pull that made my knees feel like water. I hated how much I wanted him to stop, yet simultaneously, I craved this ruin. I craved the intensity because, in a world where I had been discarded and killed, his obsession—however toxic—was the only thing that felt real.

The thought makes my cock snap fully erect again, pulsing against her leg. I don't like the idea of sharing her, but the thought of the power involved, the raw, unfiltered hedonism of it, is too tempting to ignore. The "nasty" side of my nature thrives on the idea of pushing boundaries. I let out a low, rumbling groan. "A threesome, huh?" "Tell me you're not disgusted," she whispers. "Disgusted? Fuck no," I rasp, flipping her around so I can see the hunger in her eyes. "The idea of seeing you completely overwhelmed... of having another pair of hands on you while I'm buried inside you... it's actually fucking hot."