His Secret Obsession Book Novels & Stories

with a hand between your thighs Welcome to Filthy Obsessions. The elevator ride made her wetter. Sariah had worn nothing under the trench coat except a red lace thong and a push-up bra that barely contained her tits. She’d sprayed perfume between her thighs, tied her hair up the way he liked. She touched herself in the backseat of the Uber. Twice. First was a quick rub against her thigh while imagining his cock slamming into her over the desk. Second was full fingers down the front, pressing her clit hard through her panties until she bit her lip and tasted blood.

t and likely kill Johnny himself, not Layla, with her gossipy nature and sharp eyes, not the old men with their rambling stories and leering eyes that seemed to miss noth- ing. It was their secret, a dangerous, intoxicating !re that they fed in stolen mo- ments and couldn't seem to extinguish, no matter how much trouble it promised, no matter how many warnings they gave themselves. Tonight, it felt even more dangerous than usual, the air thick with unspoken longing, heavy with the weight of their shared secret. She could feel it thrum- ming in her veins, a restless energy that made her hands tremble slightly as she wiped down the bar,

I unlock the code and take out my aromatic scented massage candles, a pair of fiery red lingerie with garner belt, matching high stilettos, and black boxers. His boxers! It was the same one he wore that night… The night I saw what I should have never seen. The same night he became my filthy secret obsession. I remember sneaking into his office and stealing this… I remember my fragile fingers curling around the fabric of his boxers I should never have touched… There was a clump of his sperm on it! I didn't mind! Foolish and wild and scared of being caught, I had slipped it into my panties.

*Rowan* I never trusted the silence after sunrise. It was the hour when most predators were either retreating or slipping into offices in suits and polished shoes, pretending to be anything but what they were. Those people were the ones everyone less suspected, yet I learned to spot them, and I knew their real faces; the faces they hid at my club and all the other night places the city held. If only they were honest with themselves. I sat at the edge of the long concrete table in my private operations suite, high above the city. I liked mornings. I liked control. And lately, both had started slipping through my fingers in places I didn’t expect.

I didn’t even bother knocking, I just pushed the door open. The office smelled of fresh leather and expensive cologne. A tall man stood by the window, back turned, hands tucked neatly in his pockets. “Good morning, sir,” I said, a bit breathless. “I’m your new secretary—” Then he turned around. My breath caught. Braxton. My stomach dropped and my legs almost gave out. This same man? First a one-night stand, then my best friend’s supposed groom, and now my new boss? His eyes were locked on mine, with that same smirk curling on his lips as if the universe was playing his favorite joke.

Pagbukas niya, napuno ng kislap ang mga mata niya. “My God… these are all signed copies of Professor Spencer’s math series!” halos mapasigaw siya sa tuwa. “Thank you, Luna!” Hinawakan niya ang mga libro nang parang ginto at agad na umakyat sa taas, dala ang buong kahon. Napangiti si Luna. “Still the same old bookworm,” bulong niya.

I whispered, but my voice lacked conviction. “I know,” he murmured. He gently licked the shell of my earlobe, his tongue warm and wet. The sensation sent a spark straight down between my legs. “That’s what makes it exciting. No one knows how much of a dirty secret you’re keeping from your husband. How badly you want to be touched right now.” His hand rested lightly on my lower back. The touch was innocent enough from a distance, but his fingers traced small, teasing circles that made my breath catch.

She tried to sneak away before they noticed her, but she couldn’t sneak even if she wanted to. Her footsteps were loud, just like her personality. Honest, and she could never hide a secret. She didn’t mean to break their moment, but she still did. She felt ashame.

“You were the one I wanted. The one I craved for...” He stopped in his tracks as his gaze sharpened. “Yes… For me, it was only you...” It had been thrilling, scary, and all-consuming. “It was not a crush. Not a passing interest. It was… an obsession. I tried to hide it because I knew you would reject me.” “You hid it very well.” Theo tilted his head back and closed his eyes. “It’s good I didn’t know.” She blinked when the lights flickered again. “Why?”

For a moment, I almost collapsed again, but sheer determination forced me upright. The air down here was heavy, ancient, carrying the scent of dust and secrets long buried. My eyes fell on a table shimmering faintly under the dim light, its surface glinted gold. Drawn like a moth to fire, I staggered toward it. And there it was. A massive book lay at the center of the table, its cover aged yet commanding, the words etched in bold letters: The Hidden Secrets. My breath caught, my chest tightening as I clutched at it with a trembling hand.