M Y Obsession Novels & Stories

And what had I done? Dragged half-naked women into my study like some jealous fucking idiot trying to prove a point. My chest tightened violently. This wasn’t strategy anymore, it wasn’t control, and it wasn’t even about the bond now. This was obsession. Ugly, possessive, desperate obsession, and for the first time since all of this started, I couldn’t lie to myself about it anymore.

“And yet you won’t let me drag her here for you. You say she’s the one you want, so why the fuck are you stopping me?” Because this obsession is already dangerous. If I take her during my rut, I might lose complete control. I could chain her to my bed, fuck her for days without stopping, and destroy anyone who tries to come near her. I’ve never felt hunger this primal and dark in millennials. “Go wait for me in the throne room and make sure everyone is settled,” I order with a tone of finality, leaving no space for argument. “I’ll be there soon.” Yanni bows reluctantly and leaves, though I can feel the weight of his unspoken questions.

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.

“I love you so much it hurts. Don’t ever stop loving me like this.” Matteo leaned over me, chest pressed to my back, his mouth at my ear as he pounded into me. “I’ll love you until my last breath,” he growled, voice breaking. “You’re my light. My obsession. The mother of my sons. I’m going to fill this perfect cunt again and again until you’re dripping with me.” His fingers worked my clit faster. I came violently a second time, screaming his name as my pussy spasmed around his cock. Matteo roared, burying himself to the hilt and exploding inside me — thick, hot jets of cum flooding my depths as his cock pulsed endlessly.

I came hard, my cum shooting out and splattering across the screen of my phone, I kept pumping my fist, milking every last drop out of my cock, my hips still humping up into my hand, I was panting and sweating and shaking, and I could not stop watching her on the screen I stared at her for a long moment, watching her sleep, she was so beautiful and so broken and so completely mine and I felt a surge of satisfaction so deep it made me shudder I was obsessed, I knew I was obsessed, I was too obsessed with her and I did not give a single fuck, she had ruined me and now I was going to ruin her, I was going to make her suffer for the rest of her life, I was going to make her regret ever crossing

I kept going through the waves, moaning his name over and over until I was a shaky mess. Afterward, I lay there panting, staring at the ceiling. “This is getting out of hand,” I said to myself with a weak laugh. “I can’t even watch him jog without masturbating like a p**n star.” But honestly? I didn’t want it to stop. The obsession felt too good. The next morning, I made sure to “bump into” him in the hallway. I’d timed it perfectly after hearing his door open. I stepped out in my tightest yoga pants and a cropped tank that showed just a hint of underboob.

"Elaborate." "The structure is helping. The forced separation from work, from Elena on certain days. The hiking, the drawing, the therapy. I can feel myself changing. But there's this voice that keeps saying I'm wasting time. That every day I'm not working is a day someone else is getting ahead." "That's the addiction talking," Dr. Morrison says. "What does the healthier part of you say?" "That I was killing myself. That the empire means nothing if I'm dead or broken. That Elena deserves better than the workaholic I was."