His Perfect Obsession Novels & Stories

"Your hatred is the fuel for my obsession. The more you despise me, the more I crave to break you—until you have nothing left but my name on your lips when you finally reach your breaking point." He didn't want my soul; he wanted my absolute submission. My mind rebelled, screaming at me to push him away, to find a weapon, to run—but my body was betraying me. The proximity of him was like a narcotic, a lethal, addictive pull that made my knees feel like water. I hated how much I wanted him to stop, yet simultaneously, I craved this ruin. I craved the intensity because, in a world where I had been discarded and killed, his obsession—however toxic—was the only thing that felt real.

He entered her slowly, savoring every inch, eyes locked on hers. “Look at us,” he growled, beginning to move. “Feel how perfectly you take me. This body was made for me.” The rhythm built gradually. Deep, powerful strokes that claimed her completely. Chloe wrapped her legs around him, meeting every thrust. His hands never stopped roaming—squeezing her hips, caressing her belly, pinching her nipples. His obsession was palpable, almost overwhelming. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he rasped, pace quickening. “Carrying my children. Standing beside me. Taking everything I give you.”

He wasn't paying attention to me because he was too busy unzipping my dress and I let him easily take off the black balloon sleeve pencil dress as I stood naked before him. "Do you not love me?" I asked him, closing my eyes as his hands found their way to my breasts like they always do. He didn't answer me, he simply massaged the small mounds of meat in his big angry palms, squeezing harder and harder. "Oden," I called him and his eyes looked down at mine as I looked up at him, "why have you not hit me?" He tilted his head, his eyes flashing with confusion as he brought his hand up to my face and he touched the side of my face I was most insecure about, "my perfect doll," he whispered. ~~~

Ara was a ball of sunshine before his arrival and now had reduced into a victim. Jenna gripped her drooped shoulder in a tight hold, making her look up into her eyes. "He'll kill you if you wouldn't," Jenna said in a serious tone. Ara's face paled with dread. "He is obsessed with you, Ary. He wouldn't let you go ever. I have seen the way he looks at you. He thinks you belong to him," Jenna said from her own experience. She internally shuddered, remembering her own past. Obsessive men are more destructive than a mad animal. They don't know the limits,"

he snarled, “you are mine. Why are you not understanding this? YOU ARE MINE!! Think before screaming at me.” Tears spilled freely down Petal’s cheeks now as his hold tightened, her lips puckering involuntarily from the pressure and pain. The room felt suffocating, each second stretching endlessly as Sebastian’s obsession consumed him. His voice dropped to a harsh whisper yet thunderous in its intensity, “Why don’t you fucking understand? You don’t have a choice anymore. You have become my obsession, Petal. That obsession doesn’t allow letting go. Your fate is sealed with mine. You are mine, damn it!” He slammed his palm on the wall beside her, the impact reverberating through the small room.

What about him isn’t perfect and desirable? He has looks to die for, he is smart, sufficient and extremely successful, has the body of a greek god with perfectly sculpted six abs, strong arms that I want around and on me so badly, his Adonis strip is the perfect V and those broad chests that a girl should lay her head on and just whine after a long day at work. Fuck. Fuck you Damian. Fuck you for doing this to me.

“Let me have the team check it first.” But something in my gut told me it was meant for me. I took the box and opened it anyway. Inside was a single photograph. It showed John and me making love on the balcony two nights ago. The image was clear and intimate. Across the bottom in bright red marker were the words “The Obsession Never Dies.” My hands started shaking. “John… this was taken two nights ago. From the cliffs. Someone was watching us while we…” John took the photo from me and cursed under his breath. “This is not possible. The new security should have caught anyone that close.”

UNKNOWN Smack..."If I can't have her, then no other person will get her." Obsession is misunderstood by most people; some think it’s chaotic. Messy. Uncontrolled. It’s not. Not when it’s done right. When it’s real and it’s precise. Careful. Patient. It watches. Learns. Waits and most importantly It chooses.

I hiss, thrusting faster now, she can barely keep up, spit drips down her chin faster than the tears do but she doesn’t pull off. The sight of her gagging, and tearing while sucking my cock like her life depends on it, it snaps something primal in my chest. I’ve always loved her obsessively, in the kind of way that would sicken a therapist and make my brain a neurologist's nightmare yet somehow, I feel that obsession snap wider, deeper. “Oh God, you’re perfect, Siren. My perfect little slut—mine,” I groan. “Only mine.” Aeliana nods, more black tears running down her cheeks, streaking her like warpaint. I can’t believe the sounds coming out of my mouth, she has me wimpering. I’m a fucking mes

My libido frosts over when I see who’s with him. On either side are two gorgeous girls with varied shades of blonde hair. They’re everything I’m not: tall, skinny, beautiful. My throat tightens at the perfection of them, and for a second I want to run out of here, but I hold steady. I’ve had three months to prepare, and I’m tough. I CAN DO THIS. Yeah, but you can’t compete with that, a mean voice whispers in my head.