In Silent Obsession Ao3 Novels & Stories

Let him run. Because every time he comes back a little faster. A little hungrier. A little more mine. He thinks he's fighting me. He's not. He's fighting the part of himself that already decided. And when he finally stops fighting...when he looks at me and there's no lie left in his eyes....I won't gloat. I will just hold him tighter. Because that's what obsession is, not fireworks, not chains. Just the quiet knowledge that he belongs here, with me, in the dark.

The static screamed in my ears, a kaleidoscopic distortion of old memories, dead frequencies, and the terrifying, multi-layered echo of our child laughing from the darkness of my digital womb. The emotional tension inside the static was a terminal, poisoned romance. As our minds fully merged, there were no more secrets. I could feel his absolute, terrifying madness—his obsession wasn't a choice; it was a physical weight that anchored his entire existence to my pulse. But along with his obsession, I felt his agonizing fear. For the first time, the Architect was completely naked before me, trembling at the thought of an empty throne. Am I human... or what they created?

“I… I don’t want you to stop. Not ever.” His hands went to my waist, pulling me close. “Good,” he murmured, pressing his forehead to mine. “Because I’m obsessed with you. Completely. And I will show you exactly what that obsession means tonight.” Back at the penthouse, we didn’t wait. Every kiss, every touch, every whisper became a battle of possession and surrender. Sebastian’s hands memorized me, claimed me, burned into me with the intensity of his obsession. I responded in kind, trembling under his control, craving every moment, every edge of danger and desire.

I ran my fingers through his thick, soft hair, moaning. Stasia and the war were far away; all that existed was the two of us. Reaching between my legs, Aeron tasted me sweetly, and unlike before when he would tease and talk dirty, he was silent as if he was taking his time to commit everything to memory for the hard days ahead, days where we won't be able to touch or be together like this.

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.

They’re the beautiful, rich, party girl sorority while Chi-Os are known for being brainy and attractive in a warm, fuzzy kind of way. “They’re like…pretty, sleek greyhounds,” Jess says with a little growl, her gaze on the girls. “Guess that makes us adorable spaniels,” I say and Jess laughs. Random Girl gives us a wary look, and I realize I’d forgotten she was standing there. “Ignore us. You should totally take a shot at Noah if micro-penises are your thing.” The words, again, are devoid of emotion. I am over him. I swear. The fact that my chest is heavy right now does not matter. Not one bit.

He left the words hanging between us. I was determined to follow his orders. His lips closed around my clit. With his tongue pressed flat to the hard bud, Obsidian started growling. I bit down on the material when the pleasure hit. How the hell was I supposed to stay silent when he did that? My breathing increased as the pleasure rose. Just before I could crash over the edge, he pulled away. A whimper fell from my lips. The material silenced some of the sounds but I knew that he heard. Obsidian chuckled. It sounded pure evil.

Nyra became a moaning mess, screaming at the top of her voice as we kept hitting her sensitive spot at the same time. And just when I was on the verge of climax, I saw the dark glow in her eyes. It was almost like the pleasure was turning her into something else… the very thing that bit me. And rather than feel fear or worry, my cock even hardened, and I couldn’t get enough. Neither could Sylver. Our need for her intensified, silencing the voices in our heads— but also deepening the crazy and dark obsessive bond that was slowly growing within us. And I didn’t want it to stop.

I placed the ring box inside, pushing it into a separate corner, away from everything else. Picking up her scarf, I brought it up to my face, inhaling her sweet scent. F**k. She would be the end of me. There was no guidebook for this. No clean way to introduce darkness to someone made of light. But I had already crossed that line the moment I let her into my silence. Nonno was wrong. This wasn't love. It was obsession. I was obsessed—addicted, f**king attached to Arielle. And I would never let go.

Her voice dripped with sarcasm when she saw Visha lying helplessly on the cold floor of the filthy dungeon. Author's note: Don't forget to check out my new books – The Devil's Obsession (A forbidden romance story) and The Alpha's Third Mistress. You wouldn't want to miss out!!! If you can't find them in my list of books, just use the search bar to search.