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She wanted to wipe that smirk off his face Or maybe she wanted to taste it. Damn him. Damn her. Enzo clapped his hands togracingether. “Alright, lovebirds, let’s focus. We’ve got an empire to burn down.” Serena’s heart was still . She could not allow herself to be in a bigger trouble because she had always been drawn to dangerous men and Lucien is top in that list.

I was drowning in the intensity of it, and yet, I couldn’t imagine pulling away. When our lips finally parted, I gasped, my chest heaving. My face burned, my hands trembling, but my heart…my heart was racing in a way I had never known. Elijah looked at me, his eyes dark and intense, a smile playing on his lips, almost predatory but also tender. My knees weakened as I realized the depth of his possession over me. This was not just a marriage. This was a claim, a declaration, a binding of souls.

The chill slid up my spine, while his calm presence clashed with my storm. "Did my words annoy you?" he asked in a low, rough voice, tight like a pulled string. I rolled my eyes sharply and turned my face away. I ignored him. His hand reached for my chin, turning my face back to him with terrifying calm. "Do not roll your pretty eyes at me like that, Amara." he whispered, his hot breath brushing my skin. "Mr. Dorian, why are you so obsessed with putting me on counters? I have two perfectly good feet. I can stand."

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

Ethan’s composed face appeared utterly unruffled, yet the pale veins on the back of his tightly clenched fist stood out clearly, betraying the turbulent storm raging within him. Inside the office, however, they were oblivious to everything happening outside; the temperature within, mingled with lust, continued to rise. The slap-slap-slap of flesh against flesh and the young woman’s soft, continuous moans seemed like a harmonious symphony, further fueling the man’s lust as his thick cock swelled another size. Sarah was suddenly lifted off the desk; in fear, she wrapped her legs tightly around the man’s waist, only to be thrust even deeper by his massive cock.

Light and unbothered. Roman was watching me. I didn’t even have to look to know. “You’re staring again,” I said, my lips curving slightly. “And you love it,” he replied instantly. I turned my head, meeting his gaze. “You’re obsessed.” “Completely,” he said without hesitation. I laughed softly, sitting up and pulling my hair over one shoulder. “You should be ashamed.” “Never,” he said, walking towards me. There was something about the way he looked at me. It wasn’t just attraction. It was deeper. Possessive he has always been the same since we were both just teenagers he never changes still obsessed about me and it made my stomach flip every single time.

She spat into her palm, kept her eyes locked on mine, and started stroking him slow and wet. Ethan let out a low moan. “Oh fuck… yeah.” She worked him like that for a while, then leaned in and took him into her mouth. No hesitation. Deep, steady, one hand still wrapped around the base. Ethan’s head fell back. The sounds he made were louder than anything I’d heard from him in years. Moans and broken groans that didn’t sound like my husband. He had never been like this with me. I stood there frozen, watching another woman suck my husband while he openly enjoyed it. The rim job across the room kept going. Someone else came somewhere behind me. The red light made everything look hotter and dirti

An addiction. She was nothing but an addiction. Yet an intense addiction that has made its way in his blood, coursing through his veins and now there was no turning around. He had reached to the dead end of that addiction that despite wanting, he can't give up on that addiction. Reaching a point that he had accepted he was obsessed with her. That he has fallen into the depth of that obsession. Fallen completely. Insanely. Passionately. Desperately. And lastly, hopelessly.

***Warning: The following stories are 18+ and contain content that may offend, disturb, and trigger some readers. These include physical, mental, and emotional abuse, as well as physical and sexual violence, and drug references. Read at your own risk... Isadora was a second-year student, and Miles was her professor. His love for her was forbidden and bordered on obsession. She felt trapped with no one to turn to. Until the substitute Professor Rhett enters... CHAPTER ONE - THE BEGINNING

Obsession isn’t something you choose. It chooses you. Wraps around your soul like a vice, squeezing until there’s nothing left but the sickness of wanting. It seeps into your blood, replacing logic, making you something… else. Something monstrous. And fuck… I like it the more I watch her.