His Perfect Obsession Novels & Stories

For what reason is still debatable. An obsession can only end up badly. What happens if he turns against me? If I do something wrong in his eyes? What if someone else oversteps his invisible boundaries? How far will he go to fulfil this need of his? “Eventually,” he says. “Eventually?” “Eventually,” he repeats. “When I have to. When it’s safer for the world to know.” His gaze sharpens. “Right now, you’re safe. You’re mine. This is… ideal. A perfect set-up.”

I’d rather have him hating me to the point of wanting me dead than continuing to waste his life being obsessed with a woman who belonged to someone else. Hate was something a person could get over. Hate was an emotion you could move away from, given enough time and distance. But obsession? It was like a drug. I knew that better than anyone. I had watched it destroy Max, and I had felt it simmering in my own blood for Damon. No matter how hard you tried to kick the habit, that obsession would burn just as strong four years later the moment you saw them again. “So… I truly… held no chance then,” he scoffed, his head falling back against the pillow as he looked away toward the window again.

The desire that burned deeper than the hottest aphrodisiac ever bred. His hand reached for her perky nipples and he picked one against his finger, rubbing the pad of his thumb against it while burying his face against her collarbone— sniffing the intoxicating scent of her. A perfect blend of sweetness and seduction. She was his obsession in every fucking away right and hell! Every moment pushed him to the insane edge of obsession—he feared he would lose it.

*** Different from Chin Hwa who looked so sedate, Qeiza felt a bit twitchy while waiting for the arrival of the director of the Company M they’re going to meet, even more when she remembered what kind of person the man was. A piece of that information reminded her of Ansel. Her ex-husband was also a perfectionist and pretty hard to face. It’s proven by the reality that though she’d been Ansel’s wife for four years, she had never been able to win over Ansel’s heart even if she wanted to talk to him or meet him just once. Subconciously, Qeiza nipped her lower lip. What a shame! She became a widow at a young age. The worst, she was still a virgin. What did other people say if they knew the trut

His laughter fades, replaced by concern. I meet his gaze, the hunger in my eyes unmistakable. “This is one obsession I want,” I growl, standing up, my voice filled with a dangerous determination. “She’s not like the others. She’s not a threat, not something that will wreck my life. She’s perfect. She’s mine. Such a perfect little thing.”

I am aching for her. I spend my day trying not to think about her sexy body and her huge tits. I have always been obsessed with tits. She let me suckle her as long as I wanted. I want to just hold her tit in my mouth while I fuck her pussy. I have to stop thinking about her while I am at work. I cannot have a hard cock while I am standing by the pool, passing out towels. I have never been this happy to see the next shift coming to relieve me. I want to go back to her. I want to dive into her and stay there forever. I need to touch her. What the fuck is wrong with me?

But he lifted his hands in surrender, laughing softly. “Forgive me. I just enjoy learning everything I can about people. A hobby, you could say.” For a moment, I didn’t react. I didn’t speak. Then slowly, a cold smile curved my lips as I leaned back against the seat. “You are right, I am obsessed ,” I said calmly. “I can’t live without her. I can’t bear the thought of her with another man. But the one thing I truly couldn’t bear…” My gaze darkened. “Is her hating me.”

The gun never leaves my skin, trailing down my thigh before pressing between my legs, the barrel nudging against the damp heat of my pussy through the robe. “If I didn’t like you,” he murmurs, his voice rough, “I wouldn’t be watching you from my phone, jacking off to the videos I take of you in the shower.” His free hand grips my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. His eyes are dark, almost black, burning with something feral. “I wouldn’t be distancing myself from you, trying to get a grip on myself.” His lips twist. “But I can’t, baby. I’m obsessed with you. And I hate that.”

The soft kisses gradually became rougher. "Oh, fuck it." I kissed him back, forgetting all my worries. Then — BANG! The warehouse door burst open. Three heavily built men walked in, dressed in black suits and black sunglasses. And behind them was a man in an expensive tuxedo. He looked strangely like Alex — handsome, confident, with the same dominant aura. "Well, well, well..." He looked around the warehouse before his eyes landed on us. "Look who we have here." The man stepped forward taking off his glasses, his eyes wide.

A deep authoritative voice shattered the moment, shattering whatever hopes and bubbles I might have had. My breath hitched, The air in the café shifted instantly, growing thick and suffocating. “If you would please excuse us.” The voice continued, his voice rich and commanding. My heart slammed against my ribs as the scent of his woodsy perfume waltzed Into my nostrils, his presence overpowering, his aura suffocating. I could feel my emotions start to spiral, low thrumming sounds reverberated through my ears as I tried to fight this sudden urge to pass out.