Her Obsession. Novels & Stories

he said, as I pushed my legs apart on his. His finger throbbed into me, causing my head to fall back and moan. I could feel his shaft in his trousers as it rose to meet my pussy. I rushed to my feet and ran upstairs, my chest burning. This wasn’t love. This was obsession. He was obsessed with me. My hands shook as I grabbed my phone and called Chelsea. “Hey, girl” she answered softly. “Can I come over?” I sobbed. “Of course. What’s wrong?” she asked, but I had already ended the call.

I'd take away all her pain, the scars I left behind, and replace them with moments of joy and laughter. These four years were hell for me. They only intensified my feelings towards her. I was obsessed with her. I would day dream about her magically appearing in my office, sometimes in my room. She was everywhere around me. Yet I couldn't hold her. Kiss her like I wanted to. Her divine taste, her scent. Gosh, her scent! I was so obsessed with it. It drove me crazy. Tha might felt so real when I used her. She molded so perfectly with me, felt so good in my arms, underneath me like she was made for me to worship. I almost forgot what my real motive was for her that night, that's how insane she

**FLASHBACK** Despite knowing Mason Brooks does not feel anything for her, she is hesitant to visit his office because she is still obsessed with him. She planned to visit his office because she had heard about his secretary's absence, which presented an opportunity for her to satisfy her long-standing cravings. She sneaked around until she got to his office's first entrance. Although she did not need to sneak before because she is also a staff member of Mason but not from Ooks group, seeing her here will raise suspicions and rumors. She had almost opened the door when she heard footsteps approaching the office, heels clicking gently on the ground. Her heart shattered as she quickly found a

"For the fun of it, Elena. I took you for the thrill. Your feistiness left an impression on me. Making your life miserable and witnessing you grovel before me is one of the few ways I'll feel fulfilled." Disbelief widened my eyes, leaving my jaws ajar. "Why would you do that? Why make my life miserable? Surely, slapping you is not reason enough for that," I stammered. "I told you, Elena, for the fun of it. Watching you flaunt your wings annoyed me. I love breaking women like you, Elena, and I'll relish in clipping your wings. What better way to make you feel defeat than by hopelessly making you mine? How does it feel being bound to the man you hate?" He asked maniacally, a crooked smile etch

Charles adjusted himself well before settling down to business. The image of Hailey kept popping into his head and he stopped working. He placed his hand on his forehead and inhaled deeply. "Who exactly are you?" He muttered. No matter how much he thinks about it, the fact that she's proven hard to get makes him crave her the more. And once he wants something, he must surely get it. **** HOURS LATER*** The door suddenly flings open loudly, Charles frowned but when he saw Mr Monterio with Celine behind him, he needed no soothsayer to tell him what they were here for.

"Twenty one years and she came back for money." "I know Damien." "That should make it simple," he said. "She's just another opponent. Another person trying to take something that isn't theirs." "Does it feel simple," I said. He looked at me for a long moment. "No," he said. "Then it isn't," I said. "And that's okay." He looked at the table. Something in his face shifted, that small movement I had started watching for, the one that happened when something got through the wall without him planning to let it.

I gawked at her, “What is it to you, Rose? You don't even like him; this is just some crazy obsession that you have.” Veins bulged on her forehead and neck, pulsing with rage. Her gaze was venomous, “You know the worst thing about having an obsession? If I don't have him, nobody can.” I stood up to her, "That obsession - would kill you."

I said to them. “So you mean, you are going to give up on her?” Mason asked me. “No… I never give up” I said and took a pause before adding, “The problem is… That I am obsessed with her… And when I am obsessed with something…” “You get that thing no matter what” Dylan completed for me.

The way her hair cascaded down her shoulders, the curve of her smile, and the sparkle in her eyes—every detail etched itself into his heart, fueling his desire to possess her completely. He became obsessed with the sound of her laughter, the way it echoed through the depths of his soul and brought light to his darkest days. Her voice, like a siren's call, beckoned him closer, drawing him into a realm where nothing else mattered but their connection. Sebastian's obsession manifested in every action, every decision he made. He found himself constantly seeking ways to please her, to make her smile, and to feel her body pressed against his. The thought of being apart from her was unbearable, and

He was obsessed with her and any obsession is dangerous. • • • • • •