Intimate Obsessions Novels & Stories

Everyone knows who he is, and they’re probably wondering why he’s talking to me. I inhale then immediately regret it when his scent hits me: freshly showered male with undertones of crisp pine. I shouldn’t be surprised I smell him. He’s standing way too close. What’s his deal? I decide I hate all pine trees. I will never look at another one again.

He looked so professional, so calm, which only made the secret thrumming inside me feel more illicit. “Ria, you aren’t a psychopath,” he said gently. “It’s actually quite normal to want to be near someone you like, or to keep tabs on them. However, it becomes an issue when it turns into a defining character trait for you. When you become truly obsessive with the following... that's different. You have to remember that sometimes, a person just needs their privacy.”

he laughed again. "Why do you keep saying sex? It's make love baby. Sex is just for whore. We love each other so it's make love." he's laughing a little still, but he stands up and go to my place. He hugged me so tight. "I love you, I love you, I love you… And our baby too…" he whispered to my ear. He hold my hands and played a little. "You know that there's so many bad things happened into our life, Specifically to the both of us. I made so many bad things to the point that I become obsessed and stalked you… You're not the only one who called me psycho because I really am… There's this five men that I nearly killed because they betrayed me. I almost lose my sister and that's the start why I

"I….want to pay you back for that rudeness, milady." His touch is like vice and his sexiness cloud my senses like doom. I can feel him beneath me as he pushes my waist into his body. I can't fight his dominance and all I do is bask in his possessiveness.

I met his gaze, locked in the depths of his dark eyes. "This is not on you," he murmured. "I can’t bear the fact that someone left such a cruel mark on you. It’s because of you—but this is my revenge." His words sank deep into my bones. I looked at him carefully. This—this was the real him. Completely bare. Transparent. I couldn’t believe it. Jina was right. This man is obsessed with me.

Fragments of the night before flickered in her mind his mouth on her, the relentless thrust of his fingers, the way her body had betrayed her, climaxing again and again until she’d fallen apart beneath him. Her stomach twisted. She couldn’t remember everything clearly, but the memories she did have made her skin burn with shame. Tears stung her eyes before she could stop them. She pressed the heel of her hand against her mouth, trying to silence the sob that broke free. Lucian was nowhere to be seen. His chair sat empty, the only trace of him the faint smell of smoke and whiskey that clung to the air. Panic surged. She pushed herself off the bed, legs trembling, the soreness between them onl

I growled, jerking faster, imagining her legs spread for him, but her eyes closed—seeing me. "Fuck, princess! Fuck, I'm going to come for you. Daddy is gonna cum for you. Right in your mouth." I growled, stroking my cock a little too harder, staring hungrily at her picture of my computer. I came hard, spilling over my hand, chest rising and falling in short, uneven breaths. But there was no peace after. No satisfaction. Only obsession. I stood, paced the office. Tried to open work documents. Tried to read intel reports. But every line blurred into nothing.

The thought of being intimate with him felt wrong for some reason. How would it feel? Kissing him? Him fucking me? Only the thought made me want to puke. “That’s because you desperate whore wants to fuck his father!” The voice in my head wouldn’t stop shaming me. “You’re so obsessed with him that you can’t keep your eyes off his dick whenever—” “Get a grip,” I muttered to myself, straightening up. “I’m not obsessed with anyone. My hormones are just messing with me.” I exhaled deeply, being on this bed wasn’t helping matters. My throat felt dry, maybe a drink could help wash away all these sinful thoughts. I grabbed my robe and made my way downstairs.

His name is Aiden Knight, 27 years old, suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder. “I have been battling with obsession lately” He added, spreading against the sofa. “What kind of obsession?” I asked calmly, my tone a far cry from how I feel inwardly as he leveled his blue-green eyes at me. “I can’t stop myself from stalking someone” “Watching everything about him. Wanting to know all his secrets” My breath seemed to have frozen in my lungs at the intensity of his voice as he described his problem. “And who is this person?” I asked, clearing my throat as I adjusted my glasses.

Charles spread her legs wide and entered her Immediately, without wasting any time, he started drilling her hard. "Oh my!" "Baby, go faster!" "You're so good... Ahh!!" Celine moaned as he banged her harder and deeper. He suddenly stopped and turned her over the table. "Bend your ass" he ordered hoarsely. She did as he instructed and he entered her in a go. He started thrusting into her madly as he went very deep inside her. "Oh, f**k!" "Destroy me!" "I'm yours! Cripple me!" Celine moaned loudly, thankfully the room was soundproof so their moans were safe.