My Sweetest Obsession Novels & Stories

“I think…now, now, now.” Obsession makes my vision red and fuzzy when Georgina goes sailing over the moon, her back wrenching off the table, moisture from her constricting pussy coating my lips and chin. Breathtaking. She’s nothing short of a masterpiece. Pride rips through my chest until I wonder if I’m capable of making it to five o’clock without breeding her.

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"Ms. Valenti, congratulations. You have passed the screening for the confidential experiment. If you join the program, you'll need to travel to Silvercrest, and your domestic identity will be erased. Are you willing to participate?" I had planned to refuse. Lorenzo had always loved me as if I were his entire world, and at that moment, I was carrying his child. I had thought we would finally have a peaceful, happy family. But it seemed that was no longer true. Once the dancer finished her routine, Lorenzo's men called for her to stay and have fun with them.

She was far too sexy, far too sexual, for that. When she lifted her dessert spoon to her lips and licked the last remnant of chocolate from the silver surface, her pink tongue so tempting, so provocative that he could have almost found his release just watching her work the spoon in that slow, sensual way, Maxim nearly groaned out loud. It was way too easy to imagine that tongue on his bare skin. “What’s your take on love, Maxim?” Michaela asked, lowering the spoon and setting it on the table, curious to find out his reply.

We enter the kitchen and it is very busy, we pass by everyone and go to the staff area, Oliver opens a door and it is the laundry room, we enter, we close the door and he opens one of the cabinets that are there, on the top shelf he pulls a tray. “Damn, how come no one saw you stealing an entire tray?” I ask, seeing the sweets. “I took advantage of everyone being distracted, now let’s enjoy it.” He says and places the tray on the counter. To my surprise he lifts me and sits me on the counter, Oliver sits next to me and pulls out the tray. “If you want a sweet treat, you’ll have to give me a kiss,” Oliver says everything thinking he's a badass. “If I want a sweet treat, I won’t even have to s

"Travis, I'm not ready, especially with everything that's recently happened to me." He raised his hands to interrupt me. "You're still hung up on him; I get it. I mean, he's perfect, handsome, wealthy as fuck. But how about I show you that the best way to move on is to let someone else love you? Let me be that person." He leaned forward with a slight flush on his face.Travis was so overly sweet that it was becoming cloying, like a cake smothered in too much sugary frosting - it's initially pleasing, but soon becomes nauseatingly sweet and leaves a bad taste in your mouth.

Without her, my life seems so boring that the only thing I've been doing was working and working then eat then work then sleep. I miss shopping with them. I miss pulling Madison into the mall with her burdened expression. Sighing, I dropped myself to the couch. I was massaging my temples when a strawberry shake and a whole blueberry cheesecake was placed in front of me. Woah woah. Sweets really is the best when you're upset. And the person who bought this is also the best. I look towards the person who placed this precious things in front of me and saw Lee. Oh right..

“Now? I probably drink until I forget. Or until I hate him enough to stop caring.” “That doesn’t sound healthy.” I let the silence settle between us. The bar’s dim lights painted shadows on the floor, and my buzz was just strong enough to make everything blur at the edges. I leaned forward again, fingers toying with the condensation on my glass. “You ever get so obsessed with someone,” I murmured, “that it’s not even about them anymore? It’s about how they make you feel. How they pull out the ugliest parts of you, and you still keep crawling back like a sick little dog looking for scraps.”

She read the shame in Ethan’s eyes. He blamed himself. “I should’ve stayed awake. I should’ve…” “You couldn’t have known,” Claire said. But the tremor in her voice betrayed her own fear. Jason found a piece of paper under the bed. Folded once. On it, typed in small, clinical font: “Obsession is the final currency. If you want her back, bring what’s left of yourself.” There was no signature. But they knew who it was. Whitlock had Cassandra. Cassandra woke to darkness.

“Mind you, it's not every day. Anytime I feel stressed, I always desire to spend the moment on you.” “Huh?” I said. “You're my sweetest obsession.” Angus claimed, his words creating an atmosphere of comfort around me. “I couldn't have found any joy or pleasure with any other woman as much as I do with you.” “But, don't you feel I am tired sometimes you just decide to bounce on me?” I raised another question, my face feigning a kind of unusual seriousness. “What do you say?” “I am here to stretch your nerves and cool your loins.” He returned, smiling at me.