Her Sin, His Obsession Novels & Stories

I shot back, my anger a thin veil over the heat that simmered beneath. He stepped closer, his breath brushing my lips. “You’re already playing the game,” he murmured, his fingers tracing the curve of my jaw. “And you’re damn good at it.” He pulled me closer, his grip firm on my cheek. His breath ghosted over my ear, and the words he whispered sent shivers down my spine. “You’re my wife now,” he murmured. “You’ll do anything I please.” Hate and something else churned inside me as I heard his words. How could I feel both repulsion and a twisted attraction? I hated myself for it.

" I told you, you play with fire too soon, and you'll get burned." Helen's composure broke. " I did everything you said! I got close to Benjamin. I made her doubt him. She was supposed to walk away. Just like you planned. But instead,he chose her!" Melanie smiled faintly, slow and venomous. " Men rarely choose logic my dear, they choose guilt. And she makes him feel guilty. That's her only weapon." Helen clenched her fists. " Then we'll take that weapon away from her." Her mother's eyes narrowed.

I am aching for her. I spend my day trying not to think about her sexy body and her huge tits. I have always been obsessed with tits. She let me suckle her as long as I wanted. I want to just hold her tit in my mouth while I fuck her pussy. I have to stop thinking about her while I am at work. I cannot have a hard cock while I am standing by the pool, passing out towels. I have never been this happy to see the next shift coming to relieve me. I want to go back to her. I want to dive into her and stay there forever. I need to touch her. What the fuck is wrong with me?

Victim of His Obsession By: bleed4more Prologue I really don’t think that I will be in this situation. I wasn’t prepared for this, I knew to myself that I’m not that good to be admire this much. I never wanted to be like this, to become a fool by myself. My name is Xencia Enclovia Morcos, I am being rejected by anyone. Trying to fit in, but it doesn’t suit me. Insecure, judge by the others, low level woman and a no one. That’s how I see myself.

And what about Lachesis? "Then I'll explain it in a way to make you care." Krim sighed. "The sin you're up against is Sloth this time, and she's not going to be easy to take down." "She?" Holly whispered. That had got her attention despite her earlier belief she wouldn't care. "That's correct, this Sin is a woman. But that's not the part that is going to make your brain explode." Holly sighed. She hated she was being kidnapped, and she wanted to struggle but right now this information was too precious.

And I’m almost sure he was planning to leave me here to get all the blame placed upon me. “You shouldn’t be here, getting in his business and such,” Sinful tells me pointedly. His tone is bothered, yet still mildly amused. He seems to take fun out of others misery. My especially. I’m glad he isn’t standing any closer to me. He has a cloying scent of jasmine that makes my head fuzzy. I believe it has something to do with the fact that he is the Sin of Lust. “Trust me, I know,” I tell him, rubbing the back of my neck.

“Why do you only see her? I have loved you since we were children! Every day, every breath, every dream, it was always you! But you never once looked at me, the way I looked at you! You always see me as your closest friend, nothing more or nothing less.” Her chest heaved as she pointed a shaking finger at Jennifer’s limp form. “What does she have that I don’t? Tell me, Reis! Is it because of fate? Because of some goddess-damned bond? I would give my life for you, Reis, yet you cast me aside the second she appeared!” Tears rolled down from her eyes. Reis’s lip curled in disgust, but his eyes flickered with shock. He had never known the depth of her obsession. “Sabrina…” he growled, “you tried

She is mine, body and soul, and in this moment, nothing else in the world matters but the bond we share. As we catch our breath, I press soft kisses to her neck and collarbone, savoring the taste of her skin against my lips. She looks up at me with a mix of desire, confusion, and something else I can't quite place. "Sin," she whispers again, and this time, her voice is filled with a hint of uncertainty. I can see the questions swirling in her eyes, the doubts and fears that come with giving herself so completely to another person.

The sex club smelled like sweat, cum, and leather. Sariah stood beside her husband, tight dress clinging to her thighs, panties already damp just from the moans echoing through the dim room. She wanted to feel something. Anything. Keon hadn’t touched her right in months. Their fucking had turned soft, forgettable—quick strokes, no filth, no hunger. She missed being wrecked. Screamed for. Fucked until her pussy gushed. A couple moaned near the back room, the woman tied to a beam, her tits bouncing while some stranger slammed into her soaked cunt from behind.