Her Sin, His Obsession Novels & Stories

logans family. “Coming soon”. Ruth replied and slammed the door shut,it was time for lunch and she couldn't disrespect her father,she inhaled deeply before changing to something more presentable,She made her way down the stairs,each step filled with exhaustation and sadness. Everyone's gaze was fixed on her the moment she came into view, Rita's gaze was filled with hatred and venom,she literally wished she could strangle her to death!,but she ignored them all and pulled out a chair and sat opposite Rita.

Luna sobs uncontrollably, her restless, feverish lips pressing sloppy, desperate kisses against his exposed neck and collarbone as he carries her to his waiting Bentley. He is not a saint. For an entire decade, she is the only woman he has ever truly, deeply desired. Yet, a massive chasm of past sins and family politics has always stood firmly between them. She actively despises him, refusing to even grant him the slightest opportunity to properly pursue her. And now, she is melting in his arms, her soft, breathy voice begging him to touch her. He physically cannot force the words of rejection past his lips. "Be good. Stop moving," he grits out, his jaw clenched so tightly it aches.

“I wouldn't like to kill an old woman like you. But I have people that can joyfully do it for me. Will you speak up, or do you want them to do their job?” He asked while holding her jaw. Madam Rawn spat upon his face, forcing him to leave his jaw. “I know you're a killer” “And you willingly betrothed your only daughter to me?” Damon replied as he moved some steps backward and was quietly cleaning Madam Rawn's saliva on the bus face. “Some of a bitch.” She whispered and stood up to walk away since Damon felt less concerned about her and was wiping his face. Unknown to her that Damon saw what she was doing. Forcefully, he finally made a hot slap on her chin, a hot slap that kept her staggering

Their groans and moans reverberated off the walls. She was weak, but the good kind of weak; all she could feel at that moment was her vagina getting smashed in a way she’d never thought. Her eyes were teary and slightly open, a blurry vision of Ethan above her. Observing his facial expression, he took pleasure in every hard thrust, and so did she. There was it. His ocean blue darkened, making him look like an entirely different person, but this time she could see the emotion that hid in its darkness—lust, pleasure obsession—wait, obsession?

That girl was mad because of him—because of his crime. He closed his eyes and said to himself—"I will change. But asking for forgiveness won't be enough. I have to prove it. I have to show everyone that I am a new man." But do old sins ever truly fade? Or do they follow a person for a lifetime? Aaryan didn't know. But he wanted to find out. His phone buzzed. A message from Raisa: "How are you?" Aaryan typed back: "Not good. But I'll be okay if you're there."

Just a glance from her was enough to send his heart racing. Kevin couldn't let her go. "I'm done listening to you," Kevin growled, his patience wearing thin. He was aware of the guilt and shame he should feel, yet a part of him still pushed against the boundaries of acceptability. His obsession had driven him to sin but to him, her presence was worth any consequences.

“Have you no shame? After you helped destroy my marriage? After you stood there and told me Daniel loved you more than he ever loved me?” Sophia let out a sob. “I know. I was wrong. I was selfish. But this baby… if something happens to it, I don’t know if I can live with myself. Please, Lila. You’re the only one who understands what it feels like to want this baby so badly.” The line went quiet except for Sophia’s soft, broken crying. Sonia leaned in closer, whispering, “Hang up. She’s manipulating you.” But Lila couldn’t bring herself to end the call. Not yet. The mention of the baby, the child that might somehow be connected to her DNA tugged at something deep inside her.

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.

Silas let out a choked, strangled sound, his knuckles turning white as he braced himself against the bed. ​I was the center of the storm. I was the engine. I began to move, my body driving into him while Sienna’s hands continued to worship us both, her fingers dancing over our skin like spiders, her mouth finding every inch of us she could reach. The "sin" was a beautiful, overwhelming weight. It was the "Good Sin" they had promised me—a world where the only rule was pleasure and the only law was their word. ​I was enjoying it. I was drowning in the sheer intensity of the double penetration, the jiggling of Sienna's body, the absolute dominance of Silas beneath me. It was a sensory palace bu

For the first time, Sabrina truly looked at the woman sitting across from her and she raised her brows at the word 'We' "You've always been his weakness. I notice the spark in his eyes whenever he looks at you. Even the way he reacted to Miller introducing you as his wife,” She sighed pitifully, “He used to be sick but he's well now. The obsession I saw that day is the reason I'm being careful enough to make sure he doesn't go back to that horrifying condition.” "You're asking me," Sabrina said slowly, "to manipulate a man who's already obsessed with me. To feed that obsession. So he'll walk down an aisle thinking it's what I want."