Romans & histoires Magnificent Obsession Book

The chill slid up my spine, while his calm presence clashed with my storm. "Did my words annoy you?" he asked in a low, rough voice, tight like a pulled string. I rolled my eyes sharply and turned my face away. I ignored him. His hand reached for my chin, turning my face back to him with terrifying calm. "Do not roll your pretty eyes at me like that, Amara." he whispered, his hot breath brushing my skin. "Mr. Dorian, why are you so obsessed with putting me on counters? I have two perfectly good feet. I can stand."

And yet, I held myself back, swallowed the words, watched her leave, and felt the room close in around me in the absence of her presence. As the elevator doors closed, I leaned back against the wall, my pulse racing, my chest tight, and the realization settled in my mind with a clarity that was both terrifying and exhilarating: I wanted her in a way that defied morality, defied reason, defied the careful boundaries of workplace decorum. I wanted her entirely… and the knowledge that it could never be fully mine made the desire all the more intoxicating. Forbidden desire has a potency that few other passions can match; it sharpens the senses, heightens the anticipation, and turns every small g

“Let me have the team check it first.” But something in my gut told me it was meant for me. I took the box and opened it anyway. Inside was a single photograph. It showed John and me making love on the balcony two nights ago. The image was clear and intimate. Across the bottom in bright red marker were the words “The Obsession Never Dies.” My hands started shaking. “John… this was taken two nights ago. From the cliffs. Someone was watching us while we…” John took the photo from me and cursed under his breath. “This is not possible. The new security should have caught anyone that close.”

Ida asked. "No.." Camilla pouted, snuggling into Callen's arms. Callen grinned "I told you it's called 'obsession," he said whispering in Ida's ear, as he watched her chuckling slightly in his arms. A light smirk played on Corbin's lips, as he watched the pair, he clenched and unclenched his fist "Why don't we find a table?" Corbin finally uttered. And in the next minute, they were already sitting around a table "How have you been Ida?" Corbin asked out of the blue, concentrating on his glass of wine.

But it was her eyes that captivated him the most, shining under the soft lights of the room, filled with a mixture of defiance and uncertainty. A fire ignited in Leonard’s veins. He was not a man who left his desires unfulfilled, and when he wanted something, he always got it. He approached her slowly, like a predator stalking its prey, then reached out and gently wrapped a strand of her hair around his finger. “I never knew you could be… this breathtaking.” Isabella looked at him cautiously, disliking the gleam of desire in his eyes. “This is just a party, Leonard. Don’t make it more than it is.”

But their voices clawed at the edges of my focus, loud enough for even the quietest ears to catch. I gulped hard, the sound loud in my own throat. I didn’t look up. I couldn’t. Instead, I clenched my fists beneath the desk, feeling the tremble in my hands before slowly releasing them again. “Focus, Aurora. Just focus.” I wished I could, but their loud voices were distracting. "...The gut of her, to even apply for a job in a big company like this with that status of hers.” I clenched my jaw. My eyes slid to Madam Claudine, silently begging her to say something. To quiet them down. To put a stop to this childish gossip. It wasn’t just unprofessional; it was loud enough to break the silence of

Lena asked, though her tone suggested she was already working through the possibilities. "Because he's obsessed," I replied, thinking about the photos, the note, the pattern of behavior we'd been observing for weeks. "He doesn't want to run from me anymore, he wants to confront me. He wants to possess me, reclaim me, make me choose him over whatever life I've been building." "That's insane," Lena said flatly. "Yes," I agreed. "But it's also predictable. Obsession makes people irrational, makes them take risks they normally wouldn't.

*Harper* I tried to study. I really did. My books were laid out on the bed, highlighters uncapped, laptop open with blank notes ready to be filled in. But the words kept slipping through my eyes without settling in my mind. Every few minutes, I found myself staring off, thinking of his voice, his hands, the way he looked at me like I belonged to him, and how strange and exciting it felt all at once. Rowan and his offer. One day, he said. Not a second more. That was the ticking weight pressing against my chest all afternoon.

I jerked my head down, my eyes fixed firmly on my plate as if the half-eaten fruit was suddenly the most fascinating thing in the world. I felt like a child caught stealing a glance at a sun she wasn't supposed to look at. A god, reduced to acting like a shy, flustered girl. "Curiosity is a dangerous trait for a captive," I heard him murmur, the amusement in his voice thick enough to choke on.

I keep seeing her, lips and legs parted, back arching, the shock on her face when I walked in on her. I curse myself silently for not coming in more silently, it would have been a view to remember. I mean I've looked away for years, and now, I don't think I want to look away anymore. I eyed the stack of reports that needed my reviews and approvals, picked the next one, and snapped it open. "All subsidiary equity interests shall be restructured in accordance with..." I wonder which of her book boyfriends is making her cum this time. It doesn't look like the first time, I already want to burn all those books. I want to be the only one who makes her toes curl the only one who makes her beg.