Her Sin, His Obsession Novels & Stories

The intensity of his desire grew, a dark, thrilling urge he couldn’t shake and his hands skimmed lower, reaching for his cock that throbbed within the fabrics confinement. As his imagination grew wild, he jerked himself off, his breathing coming off as rugged and quick. She wore a mask of innocence and he couldn’t wait to rip it off and taint her soul till the memory of every man that had ever touched her was forgotten. He fought to dominate her. And he knew it was only a matter of time before he did. She was his to break and his to heal. ********** CLARISSA The second I got out of the room, I dialed the first number that came to mind, my hands trembling with anger. The club was noisy on the

And he sighed, settling his weight on his seat as he joined the grown men watching the drunk woman teetering in the lot. Suddenly, music blazed through the air, shattering the quietness, as two people stumbled out almost half-naked, moaning away their desires. As expected of a sight, they looked away, monitoring the silver-haired looking like she was going to puke. “Seems like silver is not just an angel,” He scoffed, biting down the urge to laugh but a chill from behind straightened his spine. And he turned silent. However, she was much of a fighter than a softie when she struggled to regain her consciousness, lost in thought.

The shy eighteen years old who was unconsciously showing her affection the little minutes we always spent together and I was missing it, was now grow in front of me. "So you want revenge and you're doing this right?" She asked, pointing to herself with a frown. This was the first time l've ever seen her frown since she either had a blank expression or a fake smile and seeing this just made my c*k throb at her sexiness. "Why would I get revenge on the dead, Katrina?" I asked, trying hard not to chuckle at her cute thought. "What-if I tell you I want to make you mine instead of all that?"

He almost shouted at her, making her flinch. A sob broke out from her. Seraphina nibbled on her lower lip, trying to control herself from breaking down into tears. She turned around and tried to run away from there but before she could touch the door knob, she found herself getting forcefully spun around and then slammed against the closed door. Her teary eyes turned more glossy by watching his darken gaze which now was glistening with tears of rage, possessiveness, hurt, love, desire, longing but most importantly obsession, that forbidden obsession of his which knew no boundaries.

I loved it so much it was driving me insane. I couldn't stand the mere idea of her being with someone else. She was right about one thing. I was supposed to be marrying her mother. But that meant absolutely nothing to me right now. She belonged to me and me alone. Katherine was my favorite sin, and I was ready to burn for her. I wasn't thinking straight anymore. She was just too intoxicating for my own good. I could feel her hot, tight walls clamping hard against my fingers. Her pussy was so incredibly juicy, so sweet and addictive.

In the darkness, she promised herself that she was going to make him regret ever taking her. Serena had spent hours in the dark, her wrists were aching and her mind was racing. She replayed everything she knew about Lucian Moretti. She had heard he was Ruthless and Calculating but most of all, Dangerous. He wasn’t just another enemy in her father’s long list of rivals, he was the kind of man who didn’t play fair.

She literally danced her way into my life, unknowingly climbing her way over the walls I thought were too high, she owned my walls like it was her stage, her pole. She climbed into places I thought I locked shut forever. First, it was lust, I thought I was going to go crazy with how much I wanted her. I was going mad with it. I thought I was going to lose it when I was trying to get her to have sex with me. It was supposed to be just once. I should have known. From the moment I realized that one time just wouldn’t do it for me. I should have known then that his woman would mean everything to me. She is literally my saving grace. My Obsession. My Red. She means the world to me. Hell, she is e

he purrs. Our eyes lock for a moment before I pull away, not wanting to become too captivated by the way he looks at me, the way he draws me in without an issue. I have to remember that he’s a Sin, and it’s his job to trick and manipulate mortals like me. It’s what they do for fun, and unless I keep my wits about me, I will fall victim to his games. "Tell me why you're here, why you put yourself into this cell,” I demand.

“Now start talking. Every detail. Start with the beach house and end with the part where he rearranged your organs.” My cheeks burned. “Dawn!” “What? I support women. Now spill.” I sighed, twisting a loose curl. “It was… intense. And sweet. And confusing. And I felt…” “Safe?” she finished softly. I swallowed. “Yeah.” There was a pause before she spoke again. “So, Noah Frost. Billionaire. Gorgeous. Gives you earth-shattering orgasms. The dream guy of half the city. But what about the complication?” I frowned. “What complication?”

“You looked so beautiful.” I want to say I know but I want him to answer my question first. I want to know his reason first. I am a sinner and I can’t admit that to him. I am not what he thinks I am. I am not the woman he liked because I am hiding something inside me that I know will break what we have right now. This is just a fucking three months mission! “Answer me, Peter.”