Novel & Cerita Obsessive

RIO POV “I thought you don’t let anyone into this room.” I mention when Dante leads me into his dark office. “Or have you finally gotten over your weird kink of not letting people touch your things?” Growing up, Dante had this weird possessiveness over his stuff, that he never let anyone, not even our mother nor Nonna, into his room, to the extent that he cleaned the room by himself. I strongly believed that he had killed people in there, since it was the only soundproof room in the house.

Copyright, Nihc Ronoel All Rights Reserved 2020 MYSTERIOUS OBSESSION “Where can your obsession finally lead you?” Aris Sandoval was such a good-for-nothing type of a Casanova, but behind his charming looks that were effortlessly used to leave trails of brokenhearted women wherever he went, lies an obsessed heart longing for an extraordinary woman from his past. Will he still continue his mysterious obsession, once he found the right love with a different woman?

His name is Aiden Knight, 27 years old, suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder. “I have been battling with obsession lately” He added, spreading against the sofa. “What kind of obsession?” I asked calmly, my tone a far cry from how I feel inwardly as he leveled his blue-green eyes at me. “I can’t stop myself from stalking someone” “Watching everything about him. Wanting to know all his secrets” My breath seemed to have frozen in my lungs at the intensity of his voice as he described his problem. “And who is this person?” I asked, clearing my throat as I adjusted my glasses.

“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.”

Yes, I had been there with my parents because my grandparents lived there, and my parents and I usually visited them. I did not lie. “Oh, I'm sure you'll like it.” "I hope so." I watched, looking anxiously at his glass as he turned it around in his hand. "Aren't you going to drink it?" “I'm trying.” I looked at him confused; he sighed. “Do you remember my boring obsessive-compulsive disorder?” I just nodded. “Yeah, I did some research. It’s an anxiety disorder, right? It makes you have compulsive, repetitive thoughts to deal with the anxiety, or something like that.”

Business associates reported erratic behavior, sudden mood swings, an inability to engage with important decisions because his attention was elsewhere. "He's made four more serious business errors this week alone," Rachel reported. "Decisions he would have never made if he was thinking clearly. His obsession with you is literally destroying what's left of his empire." "And the more it crumbles, the more he fixates on me as the solution," I said, understanding the psychology at play. "He thinks if he can just reclaim me, if he can just possess me again, somehow everything else will fall back into place." "Classic obsessive thinking," Rachel agreed. "He's built

Perhaps, a few days away from her was going to do the trick. He felt a shiver run through him as something warm encompassed his cock. He looked down to see Leila working him vigorously with her mouth. He growled dangerously and grabbed her auburn hair pulling her backwards. His cock fell out of her mouth and stood at attention. His eyes flashed as he looked down at her from his lofty position. "I fucking told you to be obedient and only do as I say." He told her and growled at her furiously. It wasn't that he wasn't pleased with the way she had done, what he feared most was that he was going to get used to her. And that was the last thing he wanted.

"Which makes him extremely careful about his surroundings, extremely controlled. He has to be, because his body won't warn him when something's wrong." That explained the careful way he moved, the measured steps, the controlled demeanor. "And he also has OCD," the doctor continued. "Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Everything in his life must be organized, clean, in its proper place. Disorder and mess cause him genuine distress." I thought about myself… i was messy and disorderly…Cassian said it himself.. "not.of.class.." I knew how to play class but…. could I keep it up for long?.

He draws out, smacking his lips loudly as he runs his other hand through his unpacked hair. He pins me harder to the wall and I grunt, trying to push him off but his grip on me is too strong. He holds me tight in place. “I easily forget the people I have sex with, why is your fucking case different?” He bites out, frustration written on his face and I totally agree with him on that. I lose it whenever Nikolai is around, I don't get control of myself. I lose it. I want him. So badly, more than I can ever imagine.

Lincoln said nonchalantly but within him,he had series of plans for that bastard who harassed his little Wife. He couldn't be anything worst but when possessiveness has been added to the topic,yeah.... He was possessive of anything that belongs to him,even the things he cared less about,he wouldn't want any other person to temper with it. Not under his watch. West turn to head to her room when she suddenly remembered and turn to look at Lincoln again. "Lin..." Lincoln who was about to leave,turn to look at her with a questioning gaze,his lips tinted up in a smile that was of mischief.