Novel & Cerita Movie Dangerous Obsession

Dakota POV I stand in the doorway of the bathroom, watching her wash my cum off her face. She turns me on in unreal ways. I want to own her body. I want to be deep inside her pussy. The thoughts I have of her are not typical. She is my obsession. She cleans her face and walks to me, standing in the doorway of her bathroom. “What do you want to do to me now, stud?” Tonya asks me. The thoughts that are going through my mind are wild and machinist. “I want to take you to your bedroom,” I say to her.

◇NO POV◇ In a room damien is breaking everything out of anger as his precious obsession is going out of his hands looking at his master in that kind of situation the assistant got panicked and asked "master what happened?? why you're looking so angry??" damien replied "how can I be without anger I made her to see how cruel that don is I made her to get scared of him but she got married to him I felt something suspicious like he threatened her so she might got married to him

"You are mine rose, you belong to me... Only me... And now even if you want to leave me I won't let that happen, I will keep you with me with or without your consent, angel... Trust me, you are that special to me..." He finished with his evil smirk while caressing her cheek, instead of feeling relaxed by his touch, her body shivered but this time not in pleasure it was fear. Her heart beat increased when she looked at his eyes which was full of possessiveness and the words 'with or without consent' was not helping either, she was confused that should she be happy that the man she likes is crazy about her or should she be scared about his obsessive behaviour. Even if Damian was gentle but he

I want him gone quickly. He shuts the door after Kash leaves, and my heart skips a beat when he locks it. “How was the movie?” He asks, pushing his sleeves up and undoing an extra button of his shirt. I can’t help but look at his chest which peeks out. So handsome… Why was I the one blessed with a mate who doesn’t even care for me? “Not gruesome enough. How do they think that’s even scary? If they knew how I killed the oracle- oh, that would be fun to watch.”

He notices things, remembers things and Pays attention in a way most people don’t anymore. And maybe that should terrify me more than it currently does. Because this? This is dangerously close to those obsessive men from psychological thrillers I usually binge watch at three in the morning while eating ramen in bed. It’s so very Joe coded with the exception of murder of course, being bound to a basement and of him hating women with a bunch load of childhood psychological trauma. Shit! That sounds wrong. No, not just wrong but actually insane. But fuck! I can’t even fully pretend I’m not into this dark side of him. I mean some deeply sick twisted part of me likes being watched this closely by

She gasped in pain, and shock and I'm on her in an instant my fangs digging into her throat before I can stop myself. Her scream of pain and pleasure pulsed through my veins as I drank. I pulled myself back just in time before I finally got lost in the euphoric feeling. She fell against me breathing harshly as her warmth seeped into my skin. "I am obsessed with your blood" I answered her question, not daring to admit that I was addicted to the body which held the blood too. I craved it to the point that it almost drove me mad. She pulled away from me after catching her breath, the look in her eyes clawing at my heart, a heart I didn't know I possessed.

Myron knew this place wasn't normal because the unusual quietness. After walking for what felt like eternity, the air grew stiller and more stale and musty. He was forced down on a chair and his blind fold was removed. The place was very dark, even though it was noon. A bulb flickered on, and he saw a table and another chair opposite. He looked by his side, he saw a young man on dark googles looking straight faced and focused. After breaking out of his confusion, he turned to the young man. "Who are you guys and why did you kidnap me?" He asked with a murderous intent in his eyes.

I gawked at her, “What is it to you, Rose? You don't even like him; this is just some crazy obsession that you have.” Veins bulged on her forehead and neck, pulsing with rage. Her gaze was venomous, “You know the worst thing about having an obsession? If I don't have him, nobody can.” I stood up to her, "That obsession - would kill you."

Dante watched from his surveillance footage as Chiara exited the unfamiliar car parked in front of his gate. “What kind of trouble are you getting yourself into, Darling?” He muttered, his eyes still fixed on the screen. Chiara took one final glance at the driver, there were no words, only a forced smile before she entered his house. Dante smirked, she was staggering—visibly drunk and he knew who the driver of that car was. The same person he had been tracking and silently observing for years.

His thoughts of Emily, the day he saw her in her pool of blood, tormented him, making him seek blood to murder the person who murdered her. "There is a rival. The incident occurred on the day I accompanied her to see the elderly man, two years after our marriage. Before I learned she was missing, I went shopping and took care of some business.” He stuttered, placing the tip of his finger to her cheeks. His throat tightened, and the anger in his blood rose. "We did everything we could to get her back, including paying a ransom. And…." Amira's pulse raced as she watched the guy she believed to be a monster, who appeared stone-hearted, crumble in front of her despite his best efforts to maintai