My Secret Obsession Novels & Stories

“You were the one I wanted. The one I craved for...” He stopped in his tracks as his gaze sharpened. “Yes… For me, it was only you...” It had been thrilling, scary, and all-consuming. “It was not a crush. Not a passing interest. It was… an obsession. I tried to hide it because I knew you would reject me.” “You hid it very well.” Theo tilted his head back and closed his eyes. “It’s good I didn’t know.” She blinked when the lights flickered again. “Why?”

"So are you, baby." I slipped out first, heart racing with the thrill. This was fucked up. This was wrong. And I was already planning how to sneak into her room tonight to do it all over again. Because Monalisa wasn’t just a secret anymore. She was my filthy obsession. And I was going to ruin her completely, no matter the risk.

She had smelt that from someone else before but she couldn’t quite place who. Kemi drove home touching herself at stoplights again, replaying his obsessive declarations. She was falling deeper into his orbit, drawn by the very danger that should have sent her running. The penthouse remained quiet, pregnant wife cherished in one room while the therapist carried his secret in her body. Kai’s obsession grew daily, a force capable of both creation and destruction.

I brushed it off and was about to keep walking—until something caught my eye. I gasped. There, above the fireplace, was a framed picture of me. I could barely make it out, but I knew—it was me. “Oh my God… What is my picture doing here?” I whispered, covering my mouth in disbelief. I pushed the door slightly open and peeked inside. There were more. Three pictures of me from various events, all pinned neatly on the wall. “He’s been secretly crushing on me?” I whispered. I shook my head in horror. No… this wasn’t a crush. This was an obsession.

“And what are we going to do about Nora? Keeping your secretary/mistress so close is a giant risk. If Amy finds out, or if she is used against you…” Nora. The mention of her name barely registered. My secretary, who was no longer just an employee, was a living threat, constantly reminding me of my mistakes. But at that moment, I couldn’t think of her, or anyone else, except Amy and our marriage. My obsession was singular. “Don’t worry about Nora,” I said, dismissing the subject with a wave of my hand. “I have everything under control. She won’t say anything; I made sure she will keep our secret.”

A third dick in her asshole and she would be stretched to full capacity. As I watch Becks play with her toy, I think to myself—I want to be the one stimulating her clit. The one fucking her pussy. I want to watch her lose her shit over my cock. I want her to admit to knowing about my secret camera; to admit that she’s just as fucked up as I am. I want to fuck her. I want to watch her come undone on my tongue. My obsession with Becks creeps up on me without warning. My newest fixation.

Seeing the misunderstanding and wanting- no needing- to keep it from escalating, he added, "Haven't added another secretary since you left. Finbarr does everything around here. My only secretary is you." Isabella remembered those three years she had worked as his secretary and narrowed her eyes, "Couldn't possibly be easy to report to you about your girlfriends and such." "There aren't any girlfriends, Isabella." "Hmm." "Bella…" but whatever he had to say was interrupted by the woman who had knocked, irritating Ronan. Why was he being disturbed at such a time? Seeing his frustration, Isabella shook her head, "Let Maeve come in. I'll hide." Ronan wrinkled his brows, "Hide? What for? You said

Neither of these attributes making her a smart choice to get involved with. And yet, I realized that some primal part of me was quickly becoming obsessed with the idea of possessing her. Of stripping away every last one of her secrets and making her mine. And while my intense focus was one of the attributes that had propelled me to success over the years, allowing this obsession could be my downfall. The thought should have repulsed me. Instead, it only stoked the flames of a hunger I hadn't felt in years. "Mr. McIntyre?" Her soft voice snapped me out of my daze. I blinked, realizing I'd been boxing her in, staring at her with unrestrained intensity for God knows how long. Pulling back, I st

A night of wild lovemaking, whispering our devotion beneath constellations, away from children, responsibility, and schedules. Just her. Just me. Just love. Now, every room we stepped into together buzzed with unsaid desire. Her scent lingered in the halls. I was ruined. I’d lasted longer than I thought I could, but when she called me into her office… I knew. The minute I saw that glint in her eye, that slightly parted mouth—I snapped. “I miss us like this,” she whispered as I pressed her against the door. “I miss being your secret.” I groaned, biting down gently on her neck. “You’re not my secret, Emma. You’re my obsession.”

She had no idea how right she was, or how far I had already gone. My name is Alex, and I am obsessed with Sarah. She married my dad two years ago when I was nineteen, and from the moment she moved in with her curvy body, long dark hair, and those thick thighs that filled out every pair of yoga pants perfectly, I could not stop thinking about her. At twenty one now, I had turned my obsession into a full blown secret routine. I loved recording her in the bathroom, stealing her dirty panties, and using them while I lay on her bed. It was risky, filthy, and I could not get enough.