Her Secret Obsession Novels & Stories

She tried to sneak away before they noticed her, but she couldn’t sneak even if she wanted to. Her footsteps were loud, just like her personality. Honest, and she could never hide a secret. She didn’t mean to break their moment, but she still did. She felt ashame.

“But at least I admit what I want. You hide behind this pathetic act of a man scorned, but the truth is, you can’t stand the idea of her moving on.” His jaw tensed, but instead of lashing back, he smirked. “Touché. But obsession is what wins, Rhea. Obsession is what keeps us hungry. And hunger is what gets results.” The two of them sat in silence for a moment, each lost in their own dark thoughts. The bar around them buzzed with laughter and chatter, oblivious to the venom dripping from the booth in the back. On the screen, the news anchor concluded the segment with a sharp line:

~ Veronica throw the pictures the secret person she has hired gave to her inside the bin angrily It's been a week now and she has not found anything worthy, just a waste of her money The secretary seems to be having something with another man instead and that too the Boss of her new working place Maybe the lady's hobby is to date her Bosses but if something was going on between her Kyler and the secretary then it should have been found out There is no connection between them at all, neither of them had called or texted each other or even meet once It could be because she is on a short break now but despite that Kyler hasn't been seeing her or another woman but yet refuse to have sex with her

I sounded like a giddy schoolgirl. “No.” I couldn't see his eyes in the dark, but I felt the heat of his gaze on my skin, taking in my appearance. And I heard his almost inaudible grunt. For some bizarre reason, I was hoping that was a sound of approval. I'd only ever cared about Flora's opinion whenever I dressed up before. “Then why are you here?” I crossed my arms over my exposed cleavage, however it didn't help because it covered nothing. “For someone who claims their identity is a secret, you definitely enjoy appearing everywhere.”

Any annoyance I had once felt for Callum had been totally replaced with lust. Attraction. He had acknowledged his act, kept it up for others, but only I knew his secret. His true self. He had given everything up for me. He had bent his whole life backwards for me. I dare say he was obsessed with his little slut. And that obsession was mutual. I could not get enough of him. He was the best, dirtiest, most sexy boyfriend I could ever ask for. My lust for him had been well founded and it was paying off in spades.

*** I don’t know when obsession replaced curiosity. Maybe it was the night she danced with some son of a banker while I watched from the shadows, fingers clenched in my pocket. Maybe it was the first time I heard her laugh and wanted to burn the world to be the cause of it. Or maybe it had always been there quiet, dormant, waiting to consume me. All I know is, the day I first saw her was the day everything started. Not the war. Not the marriage deal. Not the hatred. Something deeper. Something irreversible.

Learn all his my dirty secrets before he takes me down or whatever his plan is. He had kneeled beside me, swiveling my chair until I was facing him. His hands rested on my thighs, his thumbs caressing them softly as he knelt between my parted legs. My breath hitched, I could feel myself getting excited. Scar wouldn’t shut the fuck up either, begging me to claim him. He stared into my eyes, his face was soft compared to his usual sternness. “You can tell me, Tara. You know that I will always keep your secrets,” he whispered, his chocolate scent relaxing me.

I always went back to one category, no matter what, though. The ones where the women were subs to others. I liked the women who were subs to other women, and the women who were subs to men. It was the sub part that attracted me. The look of pure joy on their faces as they served intrigued me far more than anything else did. It wasnt something Id ever tell to anyone; it was my secret, this need inside of me to be in control through subservience.

She comes up to him and sniffs him. “Omigod, you guys had sex!” She exclaims. Henry nearly drops the knife he was using to spread mustard on his sandwich. “There is a smell of roses and cocoa butter on you that’s too deep for it to have just been from a hug and you’re in a good mood which means that you are not feeling sexually frustrated. You’ve been a bit of a grouch due to your celibacy…” “For crying out loud Sophia!’ Henry says. “So, did she suck your dick?” Sophia asks coyly.