Obsession Romance Books Novels & Stories

That one stung. What happened next? Did Sebastian’s mother agree or drag the topic? Did his father oppose the decision? And what will innocent Petal do to escape this forced marriage? Curious? Then dive into Sebastian’s Obsession, a tale of love, control, and rebellion. Support me and this book—your reads, votes, and comments mean the world!

she whispered, voice low, reverent. “And you love it,” he murmured, pulling her closer, pressing her against him. “Because it’s us. Only us. And no one, no scandal, no rival, will ever touch that.” She shivered, exhausted and sated, surrender complete. In that moment, she understood: obsession wasn’t a cage. It was a kingdom—and she and Dominic were its rulers.

The way desire flashes across his face before he can hide it. “God! You’re irresistible.” He pulls me closer, grabbing my buttocks and grinding against me. “I just can’t keep my hands off you.” I absolutely love the way this man is obsessed with me. It makes me genuinely happy. People say love and romance fade with time, but with us, they’ve only grown deeper. And his obsession? Don’t even get me started, it hasn’t diminished at all. If anything, it’s become stronger, more intense, and I love every bit of it.

"You trust me now, huh?" "I don't," Damon says, letting go and staring at the book in my hands. "Lucifer's Obsession?" he reads the title aloud. I nod happily. "This will be my second time reading this book. Their love was so magical. He fought hard for her to love him back, though." "Do you want me to do the same?" Damon asks, catching my attention. I frown in response. "Of course not. You don't even love me, and Lucifer was obsessed with her."

Even the way he looked at me. The storm outside grew louder while his mouth traveled slowly along my neck. “You drive me insane,” he muttered roughly against my skin. My fingers tightened against his shoulders. The truth was… He drove me insane too. Days passed like that. Lazy mornings in bed. Late-night conversations. Stolen kisses in the kitchen. Slow dancing in the living room while rain poured outside. Some moments were soft and emotional. Others burned with dangerous tension. But every second with Sebastian felt intense. Like we were both trying to hold onto something we knew couldn’t last forever.

“I… I don’t want you to stop. Not ever.” His hands went to my waist, pulling me close. “Good,” he murmured, pressing his forehead to mine. “Because I’m obsessed with you. Completely. And I will show you exactly what that obsession means tonight.” Back at the penthouse, we didn’t wait. Every kiss, every touch, every whisper became a battle of possession and surrender. Sebastian’s hands memorized me, claimed me, burned into me with the intensity of his obsession. I responded in kind, trembling under his control, craving every moment, every edge of danger and desire.

She wasn’t perfect. He wrapped her hair around his fist, and pulled it to one side, kissing her neck. She gasped, unable to keep the moan that escaped her lips. “You make me want to f**k you right here, right now.” He kissed down her neck, nibbling on her collarbone. She closed her eyes as her body came to life at his caress. “Jacob” “Open your eyes,” He ordered and she opened her eyes, her whole body was red like a boiled shrimp. He then trailed his finger down to her stomach and then her private part.

She had curled up in the center of the bed, her breathing soft, unaware that he stood alone in the dark, battling demons with her name etched into their claws. He shouldn’t have touched her. Shouldn’t have tasted the one thing in his life that wasn’t broken, corrupted, or purchased with blood. But he had. And now he was hooked. The problem was, in his world, obsession came with a price. And someone was already collecting. A soft knock interrupted his thoughts. “Come in,” he said. Luca entered, face tight. “We have a problem.” Dante turned. “Romano business?” “No. Worse.”

Instead, it had turned waiting into its own quiet affliction, and I had never been a man who counted time this way, not for a person, not for anticipation that lived too close to hope. And yet by Thursday, I could have told you exactly how many candles had burned down in the side chapel since she left, the numbers of masses I had stood through without seeing her in the third pew on the right. How many times my gaze had moved to the church doors before I'd caught myself. I had become observant in all the wrong directions, and I knew, better than most, that observation left unchecked was only ever the first step toward something worse. (Obsession)That was the word I refused to use — even in si

She wanted to resist, wanted to assert herself, but the magnetic pull of his obsession was suffocating and all-consuming. “You’re trapped in my world now,” Adrian said softly, almost as if confessing. “And the sooner you accept it… the easier it will be.” Her stomach tightened, guilt and fear colliding with a strange, dizzying desire. She hated that she felt drawn to him, hated that part of her wanted the safety and warmth behind the intensity of his dark obsession. He leaned closer, brushing her hair back, eyes blazing with that fierce, dangerous protectiveness. “I know it’s hard,” he whispered. “I know you’re scared. But trust me. Surrendering… giving in… it will feel right. It will feel…