Her Sin, His Obsession Novels & Stories

The way her hair cascaded down her shoulders, the curve of her smile, and the sparkle in her eyes—every detail etched itself into his heart, fueling his desire to possess her completely. He became obsessed with the sound of her laughter, the way it echoed through the depths of his soul and brought light to his darkest days. Her voice, like a siren's call, beckoned him closer, drawing him into a realm where nothing else mattered but their connection. Sebastian's obsession manifested in every action, every decision he made. He found himself constantly seeking ways to please her, to make her smile, and to feel her body pressed against his. The thought of being apart from her was unbearable, and

The other men was shouting something but she couldn’t hear anything. Her hand felt weak that she couldn't even lift it up. She faintly saw how Dye's expression darkened and a creaking sound made all the men stopped. There were cracks everywhere as if the air broke into thousand of pieces while Dye's blood painted his knuckles. “Damn it!” She heard a silent cursed and when she looked at the man's side profile, she realized something. Yes! He was one of the seven deadly sins. Jack the sin of lust. One of the king's in the Cabrine city. But, why did he harmed her? As far as she remembered, the seven of them were the closest friends, so why would he hurt her?

He didn’t remember when he had started seeing her not just as the little girl he had saved, but as a woman who had become his entire world. The little girl he embraced was the woman he wished to make his own and build a world with. Not only that, he dreamed of living with her, indifferent to the rest of the world. He had no shame in admitting his obsession with the girl named Rose, the daughter of Alexander Ariston, whom he had stolen from the world and kept hidden in a nest he built for her and their future. Rose thought Alexander was still angry with her since he hadn’t turned to face her. Little did she know that he was hiding his burning, possessive gaze to keep her from feeling frighten

I had noticed this the night I went to her house, she was driving me crazy that I couldn’t get enough of her and I had even ended up telling her that she was the best woman I have ever had. Even though I told myself she wasn’t that kind of woman that would use my obsession over her body to get at me, I was still afraid that she would which was why I promised myself that morning when I was leaving that I won’t give her the opportunity to even use it at me. I had started ignoring her from that day, waiting for the day that she would come threatening to expose everything if I don’t give her some amount of cash. I was ready to give her any amount she mentioned and fire her but still get my money

His dark piercing eyes locked onto mine like a predator pinning down its prey. "You get your sisters doses only when you fulfill my daily demands Maya " Julian whispered, his voice a low terrifying growl right against my ear. I kept my hands pressed flat against his chest feeling the steady beat of his heart through his leather jacket. "What... What do you want from me?" I breathed, terrified of the answer. Julians slow terrifying smile spread across his face in the shadows of the car. He reached up his thumb gently tracing the line of my trembling jaw making a shiver run down my spine that had nothing to do with the cold rain.

A little fun wouldn't kill her. "Trisha, darling, you've been a bad, bad girl..." She said in a low, dark voice. The voice aroused Trisha slightly, but then she remembered that she couldn't touch Aileen. But goddamn, she wouldn't mind fucking Aileen. With those full hips, those pink lips and that nice shape and sultry voice... Trisha slapped herself mentally. Fuck, girl, you can't touch her.You will die. The voice at the door became louder, "Ummm, excuse me!"

she says. I don't look up from my wine. "Knew what?" "That he moved her. That he has been sitting with her. That he has been—" "Sit down, Monic." "I don't want to sit—" "Sit. Down." She sits. Her hands are shaking. Her jaw is tight. I study her. The girl is unraveling. Too emotional. Too invested. She has been useful once — eager, ambitious, willing to do whatever is necessary to secure her place beside Luca. But now her desperation is showing, and desperation makes people sloppy.

I’m no longer the captain of a syndicate or the heir to a blood-stained throne; I’m just a man driven by a singular, primal obsession. It’s a battle of wills as I sink into his heat and my cock throbs from how incredible it feels. The mattress shakes around us, the heavy frame of the Hudson Valley estate groaning under the weight of a collision that’s been building since I first saw him through a lens at Club Ombra. Our throaty, desperate noises are the only sounds in the room, cutting through the silence of the woods outside. We are sweating, desperate, and buzzing from the chemical warfare we’ve inflicted on each other’s systems.

No one seemed to be paying attention to him. I turned to face the woman who had made me leave an important meeting. I took her in, that little black dress that molded to her figure, barely covering her ass. I caught sight of a dagger tattoo peeking from her thigh, along with smoky makeup and wine-colored lipstick I now want wrapped around my d**k. Snap out. “Let's go.” “You have to catch me first.” And then she staggered away, revealing a dark snake tattoo coiled around an ornate sword down her spine.

He just watched her — hungry, haunted, and furious. As if letting her walk away now would rip something out of him he wasn’t ready to lose. But he didn’t stop her. Not yet. Because obsession has a patience that love never could. --- Siena turned from the table, her pulse pounding in her ears. Every step away from him felt like walking a tightrope in a hurricane — dangerous, impossible, necessary. She didn’t look back. Not even when she heard the quiet scrape of his chair. Not even when his footsteps followed.