His Lovely Obsession 소설 & 이야기

"You can’t just ignore that." Lena dropped onto the couch beside her, eyes wild, jaw clenched. "At first, I thought it was a fling. A business move. Hell, maybe he pitied her. But now... now he looks at her like she's the only thing keeping him breathing. He shields her like she’s glass. Do you know what that does to me? Do you?!" "Yes," Tamara said softly, kneeling beside her. "But Lena, obsession isn’t love. You need to be careful. This thing between them—"

I guess I get bored with the same old cock. I go out on my patio in nothing but my designer robe and wait. I lay back in my lounger with a fresh Tom Collins to sip on while I wait for my young stud to come fuck me for the night. I hear him coming up the sidewalk. I turn back to see him. I love the way those tight shirts fit across his muscles. “HI,” I say softly to him, and he walks onto the patio. “Hi, sorry it took me so long; I had to take care of something,” Dakota says.

Manik warned in his threatening tone which made harshad laugh loudly . "Manik i am so obsessed with her heavenly beauty and want her with me. I also come to know that you love her so it's gonna be very interesting to see how you're gonna save her from harshad." Harshad laughed, ashok was looking at them confusingly because their voice was not audible to him.

she whispered, voice low, reverent. “And you love it,” he murmured, pulling her closer, pressing her against him. “Because it’s us. Only us. And no one, no scandal, no rival, will ever touch that.” She shivered, exhausted and sated, surrender complete. In that moment, she understood: obsession wasn’t a cage. It was a kingdom—and she and Dominic were its rulers.

“But at least I admit what I want. You hide behind this pathetic act of a man scorned, but the truth is, you can’t stand the idea of her moving on.” His jaw tensed, but instead of lashing back, he smirked. “Touché. But obsession is what wins, Rhea. Obsession is what keeps us hungry. And hunger is what gets results.” The two of them sat in silence for a moment, each lost in their own dark thoughts. The bar around them buzzed with laughter and chatter, oblivious to the venom dripping from the booth in the back. On the screen, the news anchor concluded the segment with a sharp line:

His hands roamed over her sides and then her thighs. She felt ticklish at the same time she felt pleasure. He sucked and licked her belly. He kissed her belly button. His tongue rolled over her belly button. Dylan came to a little higher and glanced at Alice. Her lips parted and she felt impatient. "Don't you want to know about obsession?" Alice looked like an innocent kitten to him. He smirked. "Watching your reaction while pleasuring you is one of my obsessions." Alice felt her heart beat run fast. She did not know what to say to this man.

*"PIZZAAA!" The delivery guy barely had time to say hello before Ava snatched the bag and sprinted to the sofa, already digging into her little box. I shut the door and turned to Diana, who was watching her a little too closely. *"What's wrong?"* Diana asked. *"You don't bribe my child with carbs unless something's very wrong."* *"Come sit."* --- **Lily's POV** We settled on the couch and Diana grabbed her pizza. *"Someone proposed to me."*

“What I have for you... is obsession.” Obsession? Isn’t that love? Her breath stopped and eyes darted between his, searching, hoping he didn’t mean it. That it was some twisted joke. He doesn’t love her? He never did? Then what are they in a relationship for? He was unreadable. And she– She was breaking quietly. “But you’re mine.” Killian added firmly. “My obsession.” He paused, tilting his head ever so slightly. “And I don’t let go of what’s mine. Ever!”

Like he still couldn’t believe I was real. “You look beautiful,” he whispered. The sincerity in his voice shattered whatever composure I had left. I looked away quickly. “Don’t stare at me like that.” His brows furrowed slightly. “Like what?” “Like…” I swallowed. “Like you’re obsessed with me.” A slow grin spread across his face. “My love,” he murmured softly, leaning closer. “I am obsessed with you.” Heat crawled all the way down my neck. Katherine gagged loudly somewhere behind me.

Being close to him was intoxicating and dangerous; it made me forget my own arguments, made me want to believe his twisted version of reality. “Ten years,” I repeated, walking over to the sofa and sitting down, keeping my posture straight and proud. “You were a man, Kiel. I was a child. That isn't love. That is obsession. And obsession is never healthy. It breaks things. It breaks people.” He didn't follow immediately. He stood there, watching me with that hungry, unwavering gaze, his hands stuffed casually into the pockets of his tailored trousers. He looked relaxed, completely in control, like a king in his court.