My Secret Obsession Novels & Stories

Instagram: @giftodulesi. I love you guys a lot. Leave a nice five-star rating, please😘 -------------------- This exertion I was experiencing was driving the hell out of my knuckles, typing furiously on my office laptop, working for some asshole as his secretary really wasted my whole time. I was constantly giving my work an irrelevant emphasis. I decided to take a break, rested my head on the black leather chair I was sitting on, at the end, close to the glass wall of my rectangular office, painted in an exorbitant white paint, with a black theme that completely correlates with my black office chair and extortionate Spanish glass table with other beautiful extras that are necessary in a sec

She knew exactly how much he loves his coffee. "You can go," he said but she remained motionless. He raised his brow as he stared at her. "What do you want?" The secretary smiled seductively as she moved closer to him, she sat on his table, facing him directly. She spread her legs wide, revealing her black lacy panty as she twirled her hair in her hand seductively. "Like what you see?" She bit her lips slowly. Charles chuckled as he stared between her legs, he wouldn't lie that she looked good but then, he doesn't do his employees.

And each birthday, her scent only intensifies, making me more sure she's mine. That I don't fucking wake up wet after dreaming about her pinned beneath me. That she has become my obsession—so much so that I hid a camera inside her bathroom just to watch her bathe. And the fact that I allowed her to date that weakling. Only Selene knows how many times I’ve imagined killing him in my thoughts and dreams. Melinda became my getaway from all that crazy obsession and lack of self-control. I will satisfy my urges with her, especially after those times I mask my scent and watch that bastard feast on what's mine, how she allows him to stick that pencil-like dick of his in her mouth.

Her eyebrows arch as she moans softly in her sleep. “Hmm.” I smile, her soft sound reminding me what we were doing before we heard the gunshots. “That was a waste.” I murmur. I almost got a taste of one of the fantasies I have been silently wanting for years. Mel soft lips wrapped around my dick. I shudder at the thought. “Who knows? Maybe, I would have satisfied this… this obsession, and gotten you out of here, far from this crazy world I brought you into.” Staring at her face, I climb in the space next to her and lie down, wondering if I would actually be able to let her go in the end.

It seemed he had sensed something different about me, something I had been desperately trying to conceal. “This is why I wanted you to stay hidden!” I growled at Flint who barked a laugh in reply. Ever the antagonist. "Michael.." Adam questioned. But before he could ask me anything further, Sebastian's voice thundered through the room, cutting through the tension like a knife. His anger tangible, a tempest ready to consume everything in its path.

Just like how I was with Apollo, the gorgeous man lying next to me, wearing sunglasses. It was obvious that over the past months, the two of us had our disagreements, our silly arguments, but we always knew how to fix things and come back to each other. He had this talented habit of making me give in, and that had become my favorite habit. With each passing day, I felt more fulfilled. No one knew about us yet, and he was the secret I forced myself to keep. We had places only the two of us knew where to hide from the chaos out there. And when it was just me and him, that was my whole world. "I know I'm totally and completely irresistible, Mia. But do you want to tell me what you're thinking?"

“If dad finds out… then he finds out. I don’t care. I’ve wanted this, you, for years. The real you. The dark parts. Tie me tighter. Fuck me harder. Hurt me until I come screaming. I’ll take whatever you give me.” Something inside me cracked open. I thrust in brutally. No warm up. She cried out, body jerking against the ropes. I fucked her like I’d always wanted to; hard, relentless, one hand fisted in her hair, the other other hand slapping her already red ass in time with my thrusts. “You’re mine tonight,” I growled hungrily. “My little pain slut. My secret. My fucking obsession.” “Yes-yes-yours-” I reached around, rubbed her clit fast and rough. She shattered almost immediately; screaming

"Know what? That the girl who has everything wants the boy who has nothing?" "I don't want you!" She looked like she wanted to slap me, but her eyes were anchored to mine. "I hate you. I hate that you're looking at me like this." "Good," I said, reaching down to lace my fingers with hers. Her skin was ice cold, but mine was burning. "Hate is a great motivator. It's almost as strong as what's actually happening right now." "And what is that?" "Obsession." I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear. "There's a car parked behind the equipment shed. No cameras. No Sarah. No Jax. Just a dark corner and a 'disaster' waiting to happen."

“Maybe you should try telling him directly. That way, he will have to face you whether he likes it or not.” “N-no..” she shook her head, and gulped down the remaining wine in the glass cup. “I know for a fact he is going to reject me.” “You can’t know that.” “Not when I can see he likes someone else.” She gave me a look, “You. Why are they all obsessed with you? What exactly is your secret?” “Witchcraft?” I cocked a brow and we both burst out laughing. “Very ridiculous.” She said, None of those men would ever fall for something like this.

Carlos said. As they walked back through the silent halls, Carlos couldn't help but feel like a god. He had Miguel in one hand, falling deeper into a fictional obsession every night at the club. He had Inés in the other, trapped by a debt she thought was a secret, living a double life that was slowly destroying her soul.