In Silent Obsession Ao3 Novels & Stories

claimed by him. I unwillingly felt a jolt of sensation that traveled all the way to my center.... I hated this, but at the same time I was throbbing with need, my juices were overflowing down my thighs How will I ever get back to my life after all these is over? I wouldn't be able to, not after everything and something told me there were still more to come.... There was something in his gaze, he was me to disobey , searching for an excuse to punish me...

His knees buckle and drop to the ground. The media and police call me silenzio, while the others just call Silenzio. I'm a serial killer and I work for the country's most notorious and dangerous dark Italian organization known as The obsidian Syndicate. I work in the organization merely to quench my blood thirst after the unfortunate incident that occurred in my life which has scarred me and turned me brutal, I was given several therapy sessions but none ever worked to bring me back to the man I used to be before the incident.

“Unless you want an audience.” Lena bit down on her own wrist and still moaned. He was bigger than the memory had made him, or maybe the risk made every inch feel sharper. Each thrust drove her forward on the table. Each pull back left her clenching around nothing for a split second before he slammed in again. “This is what you think about in that observation office,” Silas muttered. “Not treatment goals. This cunt full of me. Your nice clothes pushed up. My cum owed to you before they walk me back to the block.”

It blurred the luxurious impression of the romance-carrier lights. The more Qeiza threw her sights, the more she felt goosebumps. She didn’t know why in the recording of her retina the blurred light dominated by yellow color looked frightening. It reminded her to the fantasy movies of the blood suckers. “Why are you keeping silent? Still angry?” Dae Hyun tried to break down the cold serenity with a teasing question. Qeiza was still faithful with her hush. She just glanced a second at Dae Hyun then turned her face away. She couldn’t dismiss her shyness that swallowed her self-confident yet in order to behave normally towards Dae Hyun.

Like examining a painting he'd seen a thousand times and grown bored of. "Do you want to know why I stopped touching you, Vicky?" Victoria's breath hitched. She stood frozen, exposed, vulnerable in a way that had nothing to do with her nakedness. "Because you are contaminated." The words were soft but devastating. "You know I hate my belongings being touched. Yet you pulled such a trick on Elena." He leaned forward, his elbows on the desk, his eyes boring into hers. "Does my silence mean I've become lenient?" Victoria's face paled.

I gasped as he worked me. "Oh, fuck Aina, you’re already this wet," he exclaimed as his rhythm intensified, and I couldn’t help but moan loudly. "Yes, yes, right there," I urged, but even that wasn’t enough; it wasn’t filling me the way I truly desired. "Osborne, please let me touch you," I pleaded, but he refused. When I gazed into his eyes once more, I noticed it—the wolf within him was on the verge of breaking free. As if entranced, he halted his actions on my body and flipped me onto my belly.

Every smile, every touch, every whispered word in their lives reinforced his possession. Adrian, meanwhile, saw only devotion, care, and affection. He didn’t see the predator beneath the tenderness. He didn’t see the control threaded into every kiss, every handhold, every quiet whisper in the dark. By the end of the week, their lives had woven into a dangerous, beautiful rhythm: obsession, possession, and love, all intertwined. Evan’s dominance had become invisible to Adrian, hidden beneath gestures of care and intimacy, and Adrian’s surrender was complete, unknowing, absolute.

She stood near the far exit, pale and soaked from the rain, her hair plastered to her neck. Her hand was clenched around a shard of obsidian that seemed to drink the light from the room, leaving her in a pocket of unnatural darkness. The bond between us wasn’t gone. It was... wrong. Twisted. Erratic. It felt like a living thing caught between breaths, gasping for air that wasn't there. Beside her stood Silas. My shadows surged instinctively, pooling at my feet like ink spilling from a shattered bottle, hissing with predatory intent.

Away from the mess I've created. But as we walk through the quiet Edinburgh streets, one thought won't leave my mind. The thread between us isn't loosening. If anything—tonight just pulled it tighter. And Sienna saw everything.

He was very handsome and had muscles, the part that made me wet my pants. How I love those chests and his face. I couldn't wait to see what he got down there. I feel hot in my body already. I was on fire, I wonder if I could move my legs anymore. My body already got engulfed in the heat. I felt like cumming already by just imagining his thing in my pvssy. I licked my lower lip in seduction. He changed into the spot wear that always made my head turn in circles. “Please come and f*ck me, Ryan,” I whispered, with one of my fingers drawing down my lips.