Obsession Romance Books Novels & Stories

" She said that and we both started laughing. "Trust me I didn't enjoy that ride either but I was happy that you were mine and mine only." "And you are mine and just mine only. I don't want any other girl rubbing your cock like that. Trust me I will kill that bitch if she ever dared to touch you like that." I liked that anger that love. That possessiveness. "Okay don't worry. It's not gonna happen love. As we lay there in our bed, totally naked, we began to french kiss, and once again I was hard.

“Sorry. Carry on.” I sighed again. “Yes, the guy I went on a date with. We’ve spent a lot of time together over the last month and now…he wants more. I want more, but hell, I’m afraid. I don’t want to repeat what happened before. I can already feel it. I’m already more than a little obsessed with him.” “Sometimes love and obsession are one and the same. Sometimes you can’t tell them apart because they’re no different. Love is thinking of someone every day, wanting to be with them all the time, needing to know everything about them. Just like an obsession is.”

Daniel seemed to be holding himself back, but his fists were clenched tightly, and his eyes were fixed on Gina with a fiery intensity. Gina interrupted him midway, cutting him off with her sharp words. Daniel's anger boiled over. "Get out of my way!" he yelled as he stormed out of the room, leaving Gina standing there, furious and frustrated. Meanwhile, Laura was silently sobbing in her room, heartbroken over the fact that the man she loved had chosen another. She was lost in her thoughts, trying to make sense of her feelings when suddenly, she realized that she was obsessed with Harold. She couldn't believe how much she had fallen for him, especially since she had been so blind to her own f

His eyes were glowing in the dark. The fragrance was making me go crazy. I suddenly felt soft lips touching mine. That was it. My wolf lost it. So was his. He started to kiss me. His lips trailed down from my lips to my neck. He was breathing heavily. He slightly licked my neck. Ecstasy was filled with his every movement. Suddenly I felt sharp teeth digging into the skin of my neck. I suddenly came back to my senses. What the hell he was trying to do. Was he going to mark me?

No matter how much I tossed and turned and cussed, my mind wouldn’t just shut off. With a frustrated sigh, I sat up and reached for the book on my nightstand—Death’s Obsession. A dark romance. I had picked it up a few days ago but hadn’t had time to start it. I'd heard from countless people how good a read it was, considering it was just a few hundred pages. Now seemed like a good time to read for myself. I curled up under my blanket and flipped to the first page. The story pulled me in instantly. A brutal, obsessive villain. A heroine caught in his twisted love. The tension, the darkness—it was exactly the kind of escape I needed.

These stories do not need to be read in any particular order; they all revolve around the same event and have some connections, but are stand alone pieces. *** Look, I just have to get it out of the way so the rest of this bullshit makes sense: I had a huge fucking crush on my boss. Huge. Epic. A gigantic, disgusting, ridiculous, disgusting, borderline obsessive, did-I-say-disgusting-already, unbelievable crush.

“Who is in control?” I gasp and moan at the fiery pleasure-pain as another orgasm rolls through my body. “You,” I say, not recognizing the sound of my own voice. “You’re in charge. Ohh…” “Daddy. Say, ‘you’re in charge, Daddy.’” My pussy clenches around his fingers at the taboo command. I’ve read my fair share of sexy books, and secretly love BDSM books. I may be a virgin but I’m far from naïve. One of my favorite independent authors writes books with daddy doms and I’ve always been intrigued. I often imagine myself in the heroine’s shoes… now is my chance to live out one of my most secret fantasies.

I said, but I didn’t move away. “Good.” His hand slid to the back of my neck, possessive, and pulled me in. The kiss demanding, I groaned into his mouth, one hand fisting his suit jacket. When we broke apart, both breathing hard, his eyes were darker. “Been wanting to do that since you walked in.” “Fuck,” I muttered. “This is insane. You’re getting married in twenty minutes.” Damien’s grip tightened on my neck, thumb pressing just under my jaw. “The wedding’s arranged. Family expectations. But the second I saw you…” He backed me against the door, body pinning mine. “I’ve been half-hard thinking about bending you over in that bridal suite.”

I roared at her and she frowned at me, then her beautiful features turned ugly and her dark eyes felt like two dark pits as she advanced on me. “Why do you care so much about him? What? Do you want him? Interested in him? Does the Russian help you feel good at night?! He has been mine since the moment I laid my eyes on him. He will be with me no matter what and if you stood in my way, I won’t even fucking blink when I kill you and keep going. Yes, I want him, yes I want to own him and not even god would stop me from doing that.” Isis roared, and I blinked at her, taken aback by her outburst. And how furious she was just because she thought there was something between me and him?!

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