Obsession Dark Desires Episodes Novels & Stories

King's Dark Obsession leads them to the aisle and ties them in a bond name marriage. Unaware of KING's Dark Obsessive Desires, Queen falls in love with him but What will happen when she will know the dark hidden side of the King's heart and his obsessive desire? She knows that she belongs to Him, only to him. But she never knew when she became his Obsession that made her unable to breathe. What will the King do when he finds that his Queen is trying to leave him or someone trying to steal his Queen? Will the height of crimson passion and scarlet Obsession break them apart or The King will fight to the world only for his Queen?

“This face, I have never seen such dangerous yet adventurous expressions on your face before. Like a… psychopath…” “Do you like what you see? Or do you wanna run away?” She chuckled. “I love to know that I have already scored a point ahead of you in this game of obsession. Finding the rest of your hidden parts won’t be difficult, Zephyr” “Right now… you don’t know what you have done…” my voice came out rather hoarse. “Let’s catch each other from our brightest to our darkest side. Let’s not leave any stone of our lives left unturned. And by the end of this game, let’s see how deeper the roots of our love grow and how wilder our obsessions become. Because our love, Diana…” I shook my head slow

Copyright, Nihc Ronoel All Rights Reserved 2020 MYSTERIOUS OBSESSION “Where can your obsession finally lead you?” Aris Sandoval was such a good-for-nothing type of a Casanova, but behind his charming looks that were effortlessly used to leave trails of brokenhearted women wherever he went, lies an obsessed heart longing for an extraordinary woman from his past. Will he still continue his mysterious obsession, once he found the right love with a different woman?

“She will.” I watched her pace now. She touched the edge of the window frame, as if testing it for weakness. Her fingers were delicate, but not soft. They were the hands of someone who fought, someone who lived through pain. I liked that about her. I liked that she didn’t cower and I liked that she still hated me. Desire was never about affection, it was about possession. Love fades, I’ve seen it fade in centuries past, burn bright and die out just as quickly, but obsession… that stays. When I want something, I keep it. That’s the only truth that matters.

But that wasn't enough to stop me from desiring him. Not only had I failed countless times in everything I sought to make right, I was about to indulge in the worst kind of evil. I knew I'd be left with nothing less than disgust and self-loathing come morning. I knew I'd avoid mirrors so I wouldn't get to see my filth of a reflection during dawn but that wasn't enough to stop me from what I sought out to do. It was just too much, the overwhelming desire to be held within his broad arms. I moaned as I slipped my right hand into the joggers, cupping my pussy. I felt the sleekness in my folds, bringing out a gasp from me as I realized how wet I was.

From the rhythmic dance of their lower parts of the body as they meet each other halfway on pleasure to their heavy breaths and deep meets of satisfaction. I saw utter darkness for a moment. I would have asked Joe why he brought me to watch porn of all the things in the world, but that question twirled around the tip of my tongue after hearingkening to a very familiar voice. "Ooh, baby! This is why I prefer you a million times more than that workaholic fool in Montana! You are always at my disposal whenever I need to exercise this tool, and, ooh, you offer the best bed service."

I wanted to have her again and again till she wouldn’t be able to feel anything but me inside of her, but something in me couldn’t do it, not even after the little runaway stunt she pulled earlier and it was almost impossible to think that the girl I had my eyes on for years was finally here, and I couldn’t fuck her till my obsession was over. It was a wonder how a girl like her could get my attention, how a girl like her could give me sleepless nights. It wasn’t love, of course not; I am not capable of that; it was a twisted, dark obsession. I thought being with her once would end it, but it didn’t. Something in me was twisted, and it wanted her. I was not her little savior, maybe quite the

West sighed as she cupped his face "You won't hurt me, that's one thing I have come to realize" "I can't always guarantee that I won't hurt you...if my demons unleash, I do not know what I'd do if such a thing happens" Lincoln was scared but within him, he wanted her so badly. He wanted a taste of her. He wanted to dive into her, deep himself into her. West smiled as she kissed his neck while rubbing herself on his lap, seducing him as she pressed her breast on his body and Lincoln knew he was done for. "Pumpkin you are so stubborn lately "

"Do you understand? I will burn down everything I have built before I let Kane or anyone else take you." Bianca stared at her, seeing the absolute conviction in Anna's eyes. The fierce protectiveness that went beyond logic or reason. "You are obsessed," Bianca whispered. "Yes. I am." Anna did not deny it. "And that obsession is what will keep you alive. What will keep you safe when rational thinking would suggest giving up or making compromises." "Even if it destroys you in the process?" "Even then." Bianca felt tears threatening. Not from fear this time, but from the overwhelming intensity of Anna's commitment. It was terrifying and touching at the same time.

I’d rather have him hating me to the point of wanting me dead than continuing to waste his life being obsessed with a woman who belonged to someone else. Hate was something a person could get over. Hate was an emotion you could move away from, given enough time and distance. But obsession? It was like a drug. I knew that better than anyone. I had watched it destroy Max, and I had felt it simmering in my own blood for Damon. No matter how hard you tried to kick the habit, that obsession would burn just as strong four years later the moment you saw them again. “So… I truly… held no chance then,” he scoffed, his head falling back against the pillow as he looked away toward the window again.