In Silent Obsession Ao3 Novels & Stories

My obsession had become a silent companion, one that followed me everywhere, whispering his name, replaying our non-existent conversations. The digital realm became my playground, where I could observe Felix without being seen. I scrolled through his social media, analysing every post, every like, and every comment. But with each passing day, the line between love and obsession grew thinner. I found myself showing up at places Felix visited, not to confront him, but to catch a glimpse of him from afar. The rush of seeing him, even if only for a moment, was intoxicating, a height that I chased with increasing desperation.

He entered her with a sharp, forceful drive, completely overtaking her body as the heavy drapes kept the real world outside. He started fucking her with a relentless, brutal pace, using her body to vent the anger of the corporate war he was fighting in Seattle. Sia screamed and moaned into the pillow, her hands gripping the headboard as Julian drove deeper and deeper, marking another soul with the dark stains of his obsession. And miles away, trapped in the silence of The Sovereign, I sat by the window, counting the hours, praying for the friend who had just sold me to the devil for five million dollars.

Diane Silence is an open wound, purulent with the echo of my own moans. The air is heavy with the smell of sex, sweat, domination. His weight on me is not an anchor, it is a seal. It presses me into the fur, into humiliation, into the irrevocable.

Will I continue to pine for her pussy? I plan to see Jade tonight and try to have a good time. I desperately need to let Tonya go, but the thought of another man touching her drives me insane. All I wanted to do last night was fuck her until I knew she would be too sore to even think about another cock. What the hell is wrong with me? I am not going to think about her or text her for at least a week. After that, I will see how I feel about her. Is this love or obsession or lust or something else? I do not know how I feel.

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As he sucks and scrapes his canines over the soft skin, Isadora can’t stop the moaning whimper that escapes her lips as the combination of his lips, canines, the whisky and the drugged heat running through her body fogs her mind. Groaning, Miles slides his hand to her hip, and as soon as he feels the side of her panties, he hooks his fingers into and pulls at the small strip of material, making her whimper as they dig and then snap against her skin. The sudden pain brings a little clarity to Opal, and she growls low, still shaking her head, sensing danger.

he whispered. Damien kissed her deeply. “And even if you are… we won’t stop. We’ll keep using you. Keep breaking you. Keep filling you.” Lila smiled, tears of overwhelming joy and surrender in her eyes. “I hope so,” she whispered. “I never want this to end.” The ocean whispered softly outside. Inside, the obsession had become eternal — dark, filthy, all-consuming, and perfect.

Some joined in without asking. I felt heat rush to my face. Shame. Discomfort. I turned to Ethan and found him already staring at the two men, eyes dark. I looked down. He was hard. I could see the clear outline through his trousers. He leaned in, mouth against my ear. “Relax…” Before I could answer, a woman walked straight up to us. She wore nothing but black panties and high heels. Her bare breasts hung free, nipples tight from the cool air. She looked from me to Ethan and smiled like she already knew how this would go.

She’s fun to toy with. “Stop.” Silas rolls his eyes as we climb the stairs. Immediately, we get there, goosebumps flood my body. He freezes because he feels the same sensation. “What the hell?” He frowns. We walk towards her bedroom. Then, suddenly, desire spreads in me, and wraps around my neck like a noose. My knees buckle, and I come to a halt. Then, we hear her. “Oh, Sebastian, oh, fuck me hard, fuck me deep, oh, oh, deeep, fuck me, Silas, ah, I’m gonna cuummm,”

His hand spread at my waist, holding me steady as my knees weakened. His thumb traced my cheek, shaking. “Forgive me,” he whispered. “I can’t stop.” I didn’t want him to. Silas' voice cracked behind us. “Avel—stop!” Avel didn’t turn. “No,” he whispered against my mouth. “She’s choosing me.” His tongue brushed my lower lip, slow enough to steal my breath. He rested his forehead against mine, panting. Silas staggered forward. “This isn’t love! This is obsession!”