Her Sin, His Obsession Novels & Stories

“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?”

She approached the bed slowly, confidently. "Everyone lets you down in the end, Callum. All these perfect people have their sins. Have their dark sides. You are no different. All those life lessons you taught him fell aside when he was in close proximity to these bre*sts," she said, shaking her bre*sts, again using her body to lure my reluctant gaze. I pulled my attention away, shaking my head, hoping she was lying, but deep down having a nagging suspicion that she might be telling the truth.

“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.”

She bypassed this world entirely once the cello bow was in her hands and her fingers brushed over the strings. Grace Hale transferred into some goddess mode, making it hard to look away from her peaceful face and content smile. She found herself in music, wiping out all the worries this world had offered. And that was cute. However, I didn't like it. At all. Why? The answer was simple; she found pleasure where I didn't exist, and that was the last thing I wanted. I was deep in this play. The game my heart and head were playing finally had a name. “Obsession.” Yes, I recognized my feelings for this young woman were called "obsession." The one sentiment most mature independent women found nuis

His hideous soul had overpowered his beautiful features. His lips on her, she shuddered in revulsion. She felt filthy and used after he was done with her and the feeling continued to haunt her all day. He forced her to do a sin. An inexcusable sin. He kissed her forcefully and shattered her dream of experiencing it for the first time with her husband. He is engaged then why is he doing this? she lamented to herself. Why so brutal?

“They’re gone. Completely gone. And you, Sophia, are the reason. God only knows what kind of spell you’ve put on me, but every time I touch you I feel like a complete sinner—and I absolutely love it. I never imagined, not even in my wildest dreams, that I would enjoy committing the same sins again and again, but I do. And it feels so damn right.” His words sent a blaze of desire rushing through her entire body. She had meant to make him lose control, but now she felt herself teetering on the edge as well. He was intoxicating—like a dangerous drug she could not resist. “You know, I once heard that once you commit the greatest sin, nothing else you do afterward counts as sinful anymore,” she w

In fire. In something that challenges her. Breaks her. Remakes her. And I’m going to be the one who does it. Whether she wants me to or not. Because obsession? It doesn’t ask permission. It takes. And I’m done waiting. "Get me her class log in school. I'm done waiting."

EPISODE FIVE: His Dirty Obsession Selena’s breath hitched hard, fingers digging into the desk as Blake’s thumb circled the tight ring of her asshole, feeling it twitch under his touch. His hips slowed, dragging his cock inside her pussy in a deep, grinding roll that made her clench. The thick shaft twisted inside her heat while his slick fingers, coated in her own wetness, pressed at her back hole. “Blake…” she gasped, eyes wide on him, her voice trembling.

Then she dug her heels into his back and fucking sent him to hell. Their first joining was frantic, frenzied, all shades of fast and by the time she reached her peak he was following closely behind. Throwing his head back he groaned in ecstasy before collapsing on the bed and taking her with him so he won’t suffocate her by dropping his weight on her. He drew circles around her back then withdrew. “What’s your name?” Sin asked directly to her ear. The huskiness in his voice much more prominent than it was earlier on. “We really skipped the pleasantry part didn’t we?” Her voice was angelic, like music to his soul.

Her blood ran cold when she felt his touch tainting her skin. "Because a sinner is not afraid to commit any kind of sin, Miss Meier," he clarified all her doubts with his reply. Her breathing deepened by finding him so close to her. Leaning closer to her ear, he tightened his hold around her waist. "Just like I am not afraid of committing any kind of sin with you, cara mia," he whispered against her ear and then tenderly grazed his lips against her skin. Her body shuddered and filled with disgust at his touch.