Romans & histoires Obsession With Mr Right

Maya's POV People always assume obsession begins loudly they imagine madness appearing overnight and turning ordinary people cruel in a single moment but the truth is uglier because obsession grows quietly. It starts with wanting to be chosen then wanting to matter and then wanting somebody to look at you the way they look at someone else and eventually wanting turns into needing and somewhere between need and desperation you stop recognizing yourself.

MARCELLUS I don't answer immediately. Instead, I look at Nora. She's staring at the chocolate spilling across the plate, refusing to look at me. "...I do." No one utters a word. Even Sebastian has his narrowed gaze on me. "She's right." My voice is calm. "Obsession doesn't announce itself. One day you're simply... rearranging your entire life around another person without realizing you've already lost." A few contestants exchange glances. "And lies?" I continue. "They sometimes don't begin with bad intentions."

"You are insane. You are absolutely crazy." "I am a Moretti. We take what we want, and we keep what belongs to us. And you, my dear... became mine the moment you stepped foot into this family’s circle. Adrian threw you away, yes. But I picked you up. I claimed you. And I never share what is mine." He turned away and signaled to the end of the hall. A middle-aged woman in a maid’s uniform appeared, bowing her head respectfully.

I am aching for her. I spend my day trying not to think about her sexy body and her huge tits. I have always been obsessed with tits. She let me suckle her as long as I wanted. I want to just hold her tit in my mouth while I fuck her pussy. I have to stop thinking about her while I am at work. I cannot have a hard cock while I am standing by the pool, passing out towels. I have never been this happy to see the next shift coming to relieve me. I want to go back to her. I want to dive into her and stay there forever. I need to touch her. What the fuck is wrong with me?

"But -" "I do like you Marilyn but not the way you think, I just want to make you mine. I am getting obsessed with you, obsessed with your everything (saying while licking his lips as his eyes roaming on me) I am obsessed with your eyes (caressing my eye lashes) Obsessed with your cheeks (rubbing his knuckles softly on my cheeks as I close my eyes leaning towards his touches) Obsessed with your ears (pinching my earlobes) Obsessed with your neck (caressing the hickey that he gave me, his thumb pressing lightly on that spot, making me whimper ) Obsessed with your lips (rubbing my lips softly as I gasp a little) Obsessed with your chest, waist , thighs (his hands were roaming around my whole b

Angered by his words, Zachary retorted, "If there's nothing important, get out." Feeling pressured, Kent hastily said, "Yes, there is. I wanted to tell you that I also believe in Uriah and trust Joey's intuition. What benefits does a male model gain by pleasing an assistant like her? Don't you think the same?" Zachary coldly chuckled, "Joey is pure and hasn't been exposed to the filthy entertainment industry. Haven't you been exposed either? Uriah merely sees her as a stepping stone. His real target is Chloe!" "That's too contradictory. If his target is Chloe, then he should treat Joey properly instead of forcing himself on her. Moreover, there are records of buying medicine on the phone. Co

"Nothing just wanted to know if you are interested in seeing them or me. Just because I said I won't let you touch me your went to a club??? How pervert." "Babe. If I wanted to see something I would have watched porn. Why would I go there? Come on. Don't be angry. I promise I will be back as soon as they get drunk."

Charles adjusted himself well before settling down to business. The image of Hailey kept popping into his head and he stopped working. He placed his hand on his forehead and inhaled deeply. "Who exactly are you?" He muttered. No matter how much he thinks about it, the fact that she's proven hard to get makes him crave her the more. And once he wants something, he must surely get it. **** HOURS LATER*** The door suddenly flings open loudly, Charles frowned but when he saw Mr Monterio with Celine behind him, he needed no soothsayer to tell him what they were here for.

I hummed, droppings my bag on the desk and placing my hand on my waist and the other leaning on the desk. I love it when Marco gets all jealous, possessive and domineering. Call me crazy, but when you have a man crazily in love with you, you will understand my excitement for his possessiveness. Maybe I'm sick, to find his unbearable personality to be sweet, then I am sick. And my man isn't just in love with me, he's obsessed. “I'm waiting.” He remains me of his request, his unreasonable request. “And why should I? The guy is good at what he does.” I smirked.