Obsession: Dark Desires Season 2 Novels & Stories

My eyes turned blurry with tears, and the pain was so unbearable. He... He slapped me! I moved a little under the force of his slap. It took a few seconds to recover from it, and then I turned to look at him with my teary eyes, which were wide open in shock. He grabbed my hair without giving me a second and said in his deep dark voice, "Obey me! If you dare to deny my orders, you will go through hell-like punishments." While staring at me with those intimidating eyes that I once fell in love with, but right now, they are unrecognizable.

And I do them very well . I'm not the Jealous Hot headed type but when I lost my coolness . I lost my bright side too and then even Dark is get afraid of me And that bastard is trying to impress my Queen and My Queen forget that whom she belongs to Yeah I'm Obsessive about her even her shadow is mine . . Yes I'm Obsessive and very Obsessive on my Possession . She is mine , mine forever , this birth and upcoming next seven birth My Obsessiveness is a journey . Starting at forever and Ending at Never . .

I was almost deafened by the thumping of my heart. “Okay,” was all I could say with a shaky breath. Whenever his intense red orbs reflect the dark, crimson, desire and dedication he has for me, I feel dizzy and overwhelmed. I am reminded that he is no ordinary man. And he has a depthless obsession to me. The mad part of myself wanted to feed into that darkness. I knew I was just as out of it as him. Sebastian went back to his tamer side and returned to our initial topic, “I’d consult Declan about this, alright? He doesn't do much, anyway.”

he said, and his serious expression said he meant every word of it. "I am obsessed with you. I have been for a while now; the sight of you, the sound of your voice, your scent and your touch have been my obsession. You are the light in the darkness I have lived in my entire life, the reason I dare to dream for a future. The reason my life started meaning anything to me," he said and looked into my eyes possessively.

She was wearing a knee length black dress that has a deep v neck, you could see her breasts up close. That fucker Anitra must have been taking a glimpse without her knowing. She looked ethereal, like a goddess. She looked unreal. For once in a long time he wanted to hold her in his arms again even if it was the last time he does that. He wanted to kiss those lips again. He wanted to feel that right pussy strangling his cock while she moan his name. He wanted to feel all of her. But he promised himself not to bed her unless she regain her memories. He wasn't going to take advantage of her.

In that moment I understood for a brief moment the darkness he earned me about even more. It was physical. It was mental. It was beyond sex. It was selfish and in this moment I wondered if I would be able to be selfless forever. However, Estella was right. Even when I was scared, I still wanted him to dig deeper inside of me. I wanted him to have this. I wanted him to feel the release he never lets himself feel with anyone else. And that was the obsession. Even if it broke me, I wanted him to feel pleasure. Even when my body trembled and I was about to give up I did not stop him. Rather, I pulled him closer with my legs, pushing him even deeper and got a second I saw his dark eyes glint. His

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.

I mark her neck like a claim. But even as I lose myself in her, the conflict rages inside me. I am destroying her carefully built world. I am the darkness she keeps letting in. And the most terrifying truth of all? I don’t want to stop. Because for the first time in my miserable life, this obsession feels like the only thing worth burning everything else for.

He was deadly serious, staring into the dark recesses of my soul with his dark gaze. I looked up and shivers ran through me at the thought that people might actually be watching us right now. And he wants all these people to know that I belonged to him? What the fuck was going on? Xander's POV. Obsession is a very dangerous feeling and very delicate to play with. Most people are familiar with that addictive poison. They use some simple drugs to drown out the pain and ease their thoughts. On the other hand, my obsession with things had always yielded effective results.

“And every single day that you stay inside this house by my side, you simply become more permanently mine. I do not want a tough club princess to ride on my bike, Tessa. I just want my Tessa. I want you shy. I want you brave. I want you a virgin. I want you stubborn. I want every single hidden piece of who you are.” He pulled my bare chest tight against his body after that, holding me close until it was just skin against skin in the dark room, his massive hand moving in slow, soothing circles down the length of my spine to calm my racing mind. The deep intimacy building between us in the quiet bedroom wasn't just a physical thing anymore—it felt significantly deeper, darker, and more permane