His Secret Obsession Book Novels & Stories

" I asked again. "What do they say? " he brought his face a bit closer to mine and gave me a pretty smile and asked. I was wondering if I should ask him something like this or not. " Do you wish it not to be a girl ? " I asked awkwardly. I didn't know if it was appropriate to ask him something like that but I did anyway. I wasn't thinking much while asking. He laughed a bit and looked up at the sky again. "Who knows! I just never found anyone for whom I could be obsessed," he replied.

Her eyebrows arch as she moans softly in her sleep. “Hmm.” I smile, her soft sound reminding me what we were doing before we heard the gunshots. “That was a waste.” I murmur. I almost got a taste of one of the fantasies I have been silently wanting for years. Mel soft lips wrapped around my dick. I shudder at the thought. “Who knows? Maybe, I would have satisfied this… this obsession, and gotten you out of here, far from this crazy world I brought you into.” Staring at her face, I climb in the space next to her and lie down, wondering if I would actually be able to let her go in the end.

I gave him Blow jobs so many times but his skills were beyond my imagination. "Don't you get tired??" "Oh, I can't get tired Ever." "Don't you have any shame, Mr CEO, trying on your Secretary??" "My craving for my secretary is never-ending. And My late-night cravings are always you."

Any annoyance I had once felt for Callum had been totally replaced with lust. Attraction. He had acknowledged his act, kept it up for others, but only I knew his secret. His true self. He had given everything up for me. He had bent his whole life backwards for me. I dare say he was obsessed with his little slut. And that obsession was mutual. I could not get enough of him. He was the best, dirtiest, most sexy boyfriend I could ever ask for. My lust for him had been well founded and it was paying off in spades.

I asked again, but when there was no response the second time, I hung up the phone, shrugging my shoulders before returning to my book. It's my favorite book, ‘Sheik’ by Connie Mason, and technically I have read it over ten times already. I still thought the book was fantastic, despite the Arabian duke and fiery princesses. My hair is tied up at the nape, and my flowered bikini stands out against the backdrop of my bag. Everything looked perfect until I heard the familiar voice. His deep baritone could unknowingly cause a woman to drool. As I am in the way, I get up to move to a different spot.

Friends noticed, colleagues whispered, but Adrian only smiled, thinking it was love, devotion, care. By the end of the week, Evan had fully established the rhythm of their lives. Adrian’s world revolved around Evan’s presence, his days carefully curated, his nights orchestrated for comfort and intimacy. Evan’s obsessive traits were fully visible now: constant checking, calculated proximity, subtle domination, unwavering control. Yet Adrian saw only love, devotion, and tenderness. And that was the dangerous part. Evan’s obsession had crossed every boundary he had tested before, yet Adrian welcomed it, craving it, addicted to the careful balance of dominance and tenderness. Evan knew it was pe

“You walk into a room and you tilt the whole axis.” I swallowed hard. “I didn’t ask for attention.” “You don’t have to. You command it.” My fingers clenched the page. This wasn’t flirting. This wasn’t harmless. This was obsession dressed in restraint. “You don’t even know me,” I whispered. “I know enough.” His thumb dragged a slow circle just above my knee. “I know you haven’t let anyone in. I know you don’t trust easily. I know you keep your secrets stitched tight under that pretty skin.”

Damien followed soon after, collapsing over me, his weight a comforting cage as he emptied himself deep inside. In the quiet aftermath, curled against his chest while the rain softened to a gentle patter, reality crept back. This connection was intense, addictive… but what secrets did he hide? What price would this obsession truly demand? As his fingers traced lazy patterns on my skin, promising more nights like this, more unveiling of desires I never knew I harbored, a new hook tightened around my heart.

She had smelt that from someone else before but she couldn’t quite place who. Kemi drove home touching herself at stoplights again, replaying his obsessive declarations. She was falling deeper into his orbit, drawn by the very danger that should have sent her running. The penthouse remained quiet, pregnant wife cherished in one room while the therapist carried his secret in her body. Kai’s obsession grew daily, a force capable of both creation and destruction.