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He pulls back, scrambling to his feet and walking to the seat in front of me. “Please yourself.” He orders, leaning back on the seat with his eyes stuck to mine. I could cum just by watching him. I stood up, stripping out of my pants without looking away. He watched me like a hungry beast as I dropped down to the floor, and parted my legs in front of him. My hands trembled as I stroke my cock, low sounds leaving my lips as I stare at him. “Do you do this for others?” He questioned, leaning forward to get a clearer view. Something about his possession made my body vibrate. He was the first to obsess over me and sort of liked it.

He pulled back to maintain the intense eye-contact, seeking any sign of lies, but where there was none, he trembled. Not from fear or from heartbreak. But, possessiveness. A strong, uncontrollable one. “Cannot breathe, huh?” The sapphire in his eyes darkened, replaced by a void of absolute, unhinged obsession he no longer bothered to conceal either. “Let it ache, then,” he growled, his fingers gripping my jaw in a commanding force, forcing me to witness the chaos he had chosen himself. “Because Dorian is absolutely right. I am obsessive and extremely selfish to you. And I will never, ever apologize for it.”

His Possession “You’ve been mine from the moment I laid eyes on you,” he replied. “You just haven’t realized it yet.” There it was. The truth behind his madness. His obsession wasn’t love. It was domination disguised as desire. He held me there a little longer, not moving, just holding. Not speaking. His breathing deepened. So did mine. In that moment, I didn’t know if I hated him or feared him—or something worse… if I understood him.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" "Because you're beautiful and I'm enjoying your sass." he says, and I blush even more, getting lost into his eyes. I don't know what it is about him, but I'm drawn to him. Not breaking eye contact, I say, "You're beautiful, too," I realize how stupid that sounded, so I attempt to recover, "I mean, uh, you're handsome, but not that you don't already know, okay, um," I am now even more red, severely embarrassed and stuttering profusely. "Shut up, now, Lesha." I tell myself, shaking my head, knowing that it's too late. I avert my eyes and look down, knowing I just ruined the moment, and embarrassed myself in front of the most handsome man I've ever had the

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.

Copyright, Nihc Ronoel All Rights Reserved 2020 MYSTERIOUS OBSESSION “Where can your obsession finally lead you?” Aris Sandoval was such a good-for-nothing type of a Casanova, but behind his charming looks that were effortlessly used to leave trails of brokenhearted women wherever he went, lies an obsessed heart longing for an extraordinary woman from his past. Will he still continue his mysterious obsession, once he found the right love with a different woman?

"They'll both realize you're not worth the trouble you bring. The family drama, the scandal, the chaos that comes with your baggage is not everyone can handle. And you'll have nowhere else to go but back into my arms. Won't you?" I stared at him, my heart pounding, and suddenly something clicked into place. Something about the way he was looking at me... not with love, not even with genuine desire. He looked at me like he wanted to possess me. With Obsession. His need went far beyond normal emotion. "Why are you so obsessed with me, Chase?" I asked, calmer but more pointed. "This can't be love. This isn't what love looks like. Is it the money you're looking for? My father's business connecti

“You don’t even know me. You’ve built some version of me in your head from stolen information and twisted observations. That’s not love, that’s obsession. Dangerous obsession.” “Obsession?” He laughed, low and unsteady. The mask was slipping fast. “Yes, fine. I’m obsessed with you, Eve. Completely. From the first time I saw you in that meeting... strong, brilliant, carrying the weight of a new baby and a broken marriage... I knew. I’ve followed your routines because I needed to make sure you were safe. The gifts? Ways to show I can provide what he can’t. The hospital? I hated seeing you scared. I could have gotten her the best care instantly. The company crisis? That was necessary. To show y

My eyes wide as I watch him begging him to say it back. “Do you love me too…?” I ask, feeling a little nervous. He releases my face, his hands sliding down and under my thighs as he lifts me and carries me the remaining steps to the bedroom. “Do I love you?” He breathes the words. “There is love, Lana, and then there is obsession.” I frown up at him. “So you are obsessed with me?” He nods his head, his lips parted as he pants. “Love doesn’t seem strong enough to encompass what I feel for you.” he murmurs.