Her Sin, His Obsession Novels & Stories

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.

Only him could make her feel like she was complete in every sense. His eyes held her gaze hard and gentle. His eyes dispelling out his inextinguishable love for her. His maddening obsession for her. If only she knew how madly in love and madly obsessed he was with her. She was his addiction that he didn't want to give up on. She was his temptation that he didn't want to flee from. He wouldn't mind committing a thousand sins if it meant she was with him for the rest of his life and even beyond death.

Some power refused to be tamed. And for the first time in seven years, the dossier in his hand wasn’t enough, because Valerie Sinclair was already moving, and she might be moving faster than he could anticipate. A soft chime sounded. His secure phone vibrated. Unknown number. A single message flashed: She knows you’re watching, and she doesn’t care. Sebastian’s lips curved into a faint, predatory smile. “Perfect,” he murmured. “Then the game begins.” The city below shimmered, blind to the war above, blind to the collision of power, desire, and obsession that was about to ignite, and Sebastian Hart had never been more ready.

Even now the need to see her burned through my veins. He was fucking wrong. .. This craving... Obsession and dark desire that seeks to burn me from within. It runs too deeply, even on to the innermost darkest part of me, it couldn't be gotten rid of that easily . It wouldn't end until we are both consumed by the flames "She doesn't want you , that's why she chose to leave .You fucking want her back? Then you gotta get up from this god damned bed and stand on your feet once again. "

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

When she accepted the case, he knew that it was time for him to reveal himself to her. Everything comes back to her. That man has a lot of patience. There is no doubt that the man loves her, but it is twisted beyond words. He wants this love to turn her into something else. He wants her to become someone who would love him back despite who he is. Whether dead or alive, Ahn Hana will only belong to him. That kind of obsession. Where did it start? Do Sejin wants to find the beginning. Do Sejin inhales and exhales to relax. He puts his hands in his pockets and looks at the pictures again.

And lastly—never, ever, get yourself an addiction—a weakness, because it'll only serve as a tool for your enemies, and damn if I didn't just smash that one straight through a wall. “Luciano,” she pants, giving me a look that takes everything in me not to rail my cock back into her. Whenever she calls my name like that, it's like she's playing some mind game with me, something similar to hypnosis. And I fall deep into her sorcery every single time. I pull her closer to me, as if the feel of her body perfectly molded to mine will somehow make me forget about the consequences of my obsession to her. Because that's what it is—an obsession, an addiction, and a forbidden one at that.

I whispered weakly. I immediately forced my battered body to restart the routine from the very beginning. But it wasn't enough. She was humiliated, and she needed a scapegoat to bleed out her anger on. Why did Sebastien have to act like this? He didn't even acknowledge the explosion. He just listened to her berate me while casually turning the pages. I wanted to scream at him to put it away, to hide it, to lie and say he didn't know about her hatred for the pastel color. Instead, he just kept flipping back and forth like a slow, agonizing whirlwind.

7 Sienna’s POV I’m losing myself. It’s been building for weeks, this slow, creeping obsession. I should hate him for it—for the way he’s unraveled me, twisted me into something I don’t recognize. I should push back, regain control. But I don’t. I can’t. Not when every touch, every command, every filthy word he’s ever whispered to me has burrowed so deep inside me I can’t escape it. Not when I close my eyes and all I see is him.