Her Obsession. Novels & Stories

And he will do anything to get her , even if it's hurting her. "Something poisonous like obsession craved him, but will he able to see the broken doll he was breaking with his own hands

“But tonight… I’m going to show you.” Her knees nearly gave out. And somewhere deep inside her, she knew—this wasn’t just lust. This was obsession. This was a man who didn’t just want to possess her. He wanted to consume her.

An addiction. She was nothing but an addiction. Yet an intense addiction that has made its way in his blood, coursing through his veins and now there was no turning around. He had reached to the dead end of that addiction that despite wanting, he can't give up on that addiction. Reaching a point that he had accepted he was obsessed with her. That he has fallen into the depth of that obsession. Fallen completely. Insanely. Passionately. Desperately. And lastly, hopelessly.

I am aching for her. I spend my day trying not to think about her sexy body and her huge tits. I have always been obsessed with tits. She let me suckle her as long as I wanted. I want to just hold her tit in my mouth while I fuck her pussy. I have to stop thinking about her while I am at work. I cannot have a hard cock while I am standing by the pool, passing out towels. I have never been this happy to see the next shift coming to relieve me. I want to go back to her. I want to dive into her and stay there forever. I need to touch her. What the fuck is wrong with me?

He gulped before looking at her face which was buried in his neck. He has no idea but this time he felt something else. Seeing her beautiful posture. Her indescribable beauty he felt a pang of guilt in his chest. A guilt of forcing her in what she never wanted to come. But soon chuckled realizing that his obsession for her is going in a very bad way. A way from where he can't come back. He didn't want his obsession to take a turn of. A crazy obsession. He knew that he already have forced her enough but the level of his satisfaction just can't get enough of her. How much he wanted to keep her for himself but too bad he knows himself very well. He knows that this demon can't remain loyal to on

His obsession was real. Every terrifying, unhealthy part of it.

And for the first time, she realized just how deep his obsession ran—and how much she might already be caught in it. -

Angelina wasn't expecting such an answer from her but at the same time, it wasn't all that surprising either. In fact, she was someone who was unable to understand Vivienne's obsession with Noah. Yes, obsession! Angelina had no doubt that Vivienne had an obsession named Noah. There was love but it was kind of an obsessive love. The kind where Vivienne would forget the world around her once Noah was around. Although it seemed to have gotten better from what she observed the other day, it still wasn't completely cured though perhaps because Vivienne herself didn't understand this obsession.

I could hear my own blood in my ears, loud, insistent, like a drum. I pulled back before anything else could happen. She blinked at me, dazed, cheeks flushed. I watched the way her chest rose and fell and felt an almost parental possessiveness twist with desire. “That was unbelievable,” she murmured, fingers stroking the backs of my hands. “There is plenty more where that came from,” I told her, voice low and soft. I hooked my arm around her and guided her up the stairs without a question. She followed, pliant and curious.