I'm The Obsession Of My Cold-hearted Ex Novels & Stories

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?

I follow soon after, burying myself as deep as possible, marking her from the inside while whispering dark, filthy truths against her ear. Afterward, we lie tangled on her narrow bed, breathing ragged, sweat cooling on our skin. The diamond ring still sits on the desk like an accusation. Mirella turns her head to look at me. Her voice is quieter now, but no less stubborn. “You’re going to get us both killed one day with this obsession.” I stroke her hair, fingers possessive even in the aftermath. “I’ll kill everyone else first.” She huffs a tired laugh. “You’re impossible.”

I'm about to question when Reagan says, “he's gay.” “I thought so too.” There's also some romantic photos among them and I assume that's the traitorous ex. Seeing him in the pictures makes me want to tear him apart for hurting Demi. “I want to know the traitor,” I tell Reagan, who shoots a glare at me. “Yeah, and I also want to know your plans.” “Not happening,” I snort. “Cool.” he lets go and I find it too easy to be true.“Then I'll look into each one of them,” he says, walking back to his chair.

Igniting a burning sensation deep in my lower back and between my thighs. I should have looked away but my eyes were fixed on him. And for the umpteenth time, I was shamelessly drooling over him. He might be over 40 but he's still hot as sin. And he might not love me. He might just be obsessed but I'm head over heels. More than I let on. I can't help but feel pity for myself. What's gonna become of me when his obsession wears off and he finally thrashes me aside?

“Now? I probably drink until I forget. Or until I hate him enough to stop caring.” “That doesn’t sound healthy.” I let the silence settle between us. The bar’s dim lights painted shadows on the floor, and my buzz was just strong enough to make everything blur at the edges. I leaned forward again, fingers toying with the condensation on my glass. “You ever get so obsessed with someone,” I murmured, “that it’s not even about them anymore? It’s about how they make you feel. How they pull out the ugliest parts of you, and you still keep crawling back like a sick little dog looking for scraps.”

Why can’t anything ever go my way? Why do I always lose just when I think I’ve won? And why the fuck is the man I’m supposed to marry standing in front of her suite, arguing with her boyfriend over his right to see her? A cold chill runs through me as I take in the scene — the tension in his shoulders, the desperate edge in his voice. This isn’t just some unresolved ex drama. This is obsession. And I’m the idiot who thought I could change him. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I force my voice to be steady, light, like my heart isn’t sinking straight into my stomach.

I'm a butterfly caught in his net , unable and unwilling to escape . I'm HIS . . Totally HIS . . His Obsession . . King's Obsession . . But I'm scared , scared of him . His eyes speaks but not his mouth . His eyes are Evil that churns my stomach and heart accelerated Nonsensically . His one look makes me to hear thousands of tunes at one time . I don't know where this will take me . Where's my end ? His heart is cold , freeze me to death . . But I know one thing that HEALING is a Process , long time process and I'll surely get heal and come out of His HELL . . .

"First off, I am married. Secondly, what I do with Ethan is none of your business." He walked up to me. His nose brushed mine. My heart skipped. "Every day, my attraction towards you gets deeper. It's safe to say I am obsessed with you, Lydia." My heart pounded. I moved away. "David, please leave. We are done, and there is nothing I can do about it. My heart belongs to someone else." I looked away, even though my heart said something else. I wasn't ready to break my walls for a man who betrayed years of my commitment to him. I was done.