Romans & histoires Obsessive Male Lead

He was the one letting me do as I pleased. Possessive and dominating. This intensity should have made me scared. His obsession should have turned on every alarm in my head but it fucking didn't. My core clenched and cried more, begging for something forbidden. I craved more, I needed more than just the sparks from his lips. More than just his tongue teasing my tongue like he was fucking my mouth. I needed to be touched I wanted him to show me how only he could make me undone in ways no one can. His obsession wasn’t my burden; it was my favourite sin. The one I returned to every time I swore I’d quit

His voice trembled slightly, a fragile thread woven into his confession. Standing there, caught in the crossfire of her own fury and Sebastian's raw emotion, Olivia grappled with the reality that the person before her was not the man she had painted in her mind's eye. Yet, she couldn’t shake the unsettling notion that perhaps he had always harbored this obsessive nature, concealed beneath a facade of charm and confidence. It was the first time she had witnessed his feelings laid bare, without the pretense or masks he usually donned.

Any annoyance I had once felt for Callum had been totally replaced with lust. Attraction. He had acknowledged his act, kept it up for others, but only I knew his secret. His true self. He had given everything up for me. He had bent his whole life backwards for me. I dare say he was obsessed with his little slut. And that obsession was mutual. I could not get enough of him. He was the best, dirtiest, most sexy boyfriend I could ever ask for. My lust for him had been well founded and it was paying off in spades.

He didn't know what she had been doing to him these days but he could see that he was loosing control. That was the last thing he wanted. He was supposed to be in control while she begged and pleaded with him. He had been the one to propose this offer in the first place, so everything about it should be his call. He was still consumed in his thoughts when he felt cold air rush against his skin. He looked down to see that his shirt was no longer on him and his pants were now at his ankle and Leila was working on drawing down his boxers. He heaved a huge sigh. He was getting addicted to her. He needed to fight this addiction before it took over his power over her and make him lost to her. Perh

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?

He wasn’t paying any attention to us because he was busy fidgeting with his shirt. “I never expected you to look so good in a tuxedo,” Obsidian rasped. He is attracted to another male? Devrim raised his head and smiled at him. “Wish I could say the same about you, but you haven’t dressed yet.” Obsidian smirked. “You could always help me.” I pulled a face which unfortunately both men caught. “You have a problem, Ezra?” “Yes, I do.” My eyes darted between them. “You’re both males. How could you be attracted to each other?”

I want you to come to our final union as my bride. 'Three more days, my love. Three more days until we're united forever.' 'Eternally yours, Damien' I felt sick. The casual way he talked about murder, about stealing my life, about this twisted version of love he'd convinced himself was real—it was beyond disturbing. "He's completely insane," I said quietly. "He's obsessed," Maya corrected. "And obsession can be more dangerous than insanity. Insane people are unpredictable. But obsessed people follow patterns, fixate on specific goals."

“Because men like him don’t let go of what they think belongs to them. Seeing you with me? It’ll eat him alive.” I tried not to smile, but failed. “You sound very sure of yourself.” “I am.” He leaned forward again, voice softer now, dangerous in a different way. “Tell me, River, do you believe it? That this is just a plan?” My heart stuttered. “It is a plan.” His lips twitched. “Good answer, You almost sound convinced.” Before I could respond, his phone buzzed on the table. One glance at the screen and his expression changed, his easy charm shuttered behind something darker.

And the moment he demanded that Naya come with him willingly… A slow, satisfied smile curled onto my lips. There it is… So this was what it had come to. Obsession. Not strategy. Not dominance. Not even pride. Just raw, uncontrollable obsession. My gaze lingered on him a moment longer, watching the madness flicker in his eyes, before shifting briefly to Zane…standing tall, unyielding, every inch the Alpha his father had once feared he would become. Then to Naya… the center of it all.

“Even if I’m in Germany, Princess, you will always be mine.” This time, it was my turn to chuckle. And each time I remembered his words, I couldn’t help but laugh. “What are you? An obsessive psychopath?” I asked as every trace of laughter disappeared from my lips like it was never there at first. “You think this is a book or a movie where the Male lead is so obsessed with the Female lead that he kills any fucker who lays their hands on his woman?” “Trust me, I can do exactly that, if that’s what turns you on.”