Obsessive Possession Novels & Stories

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.

Ariel said after she pushed my brother away and made Jason sit beside Leo and began to prepare breakfast for him. “What the fuck? Yes, I fucking own you. You are my woman, my fiancee. Hell, you were the one who proposed to me. You fucking carry my child.” My brother said, raising his hands in the air in exasperation, and we all watched how flustered and scared he was. The big, mighty mafia boss was afraid that the woman he loved threatened him so brazenly. “Yeah, yeah, and I don’t know how I did so. I mean, I should have slowed down and studied you more. You are but a possessive man who thinks that I will be satisfied with sex each night and gifts every day.”

" She said that and we both started laughing. "Trust me I didn't enjoy that ride either but I was happy that you were mine and mine only." "And you are mine and just mine only. I don't want any other girl rubbing your cock like that. Trust me I will kill that bitch if she ever dared to touch you like that." I liked that anger that love. That possessiveness. "Okay don't worry. It's not gonna happen love. As we lay there in our bed, totally naked, we began to french kiss, and once again I was hard.

"Someone needs to give those commentators a psychological assessment. They might be sociopaths!" Kenneth's protest made the article by Capital Entertainz go viral. Within half an hour, it was forced to delete its post. Although some continued to comment to argue, the police soon released the official report. "The attacker has a family history of mental illness. While Capital Entertainz did report the attack truthfully, the assailant's mental illness was not caused by his manipulative ex-wife. "He is a serial gambler with alcoholism, so he is prone to mood swings.

Daniel walked into the room and he couldn't figure out what was going on with him. He couldn't put his finger on it and it frustrated him. He paced the room, feeling restless and agitated. In a fit of anger, he slammed his hand on the expensive glass table and made his way to the mirror. He stared at his reflection, trying to make sense of what he was feeling. "This is not like me. What is happening? I don't understand." He said as he shrugged his shoulders. Daniel grabbed his phone and sat on the bed, but still, he couldn't get hold of himself.

He pulled back to maintain the intense eye-contact, seeking any sign of lies, but where there was none, he trembled. Not from fear or from heartbreak. But, possessiveness. A strong, uncontrollable one. “Cannot breathe, huh?” The sapphire in his eyes darkened, replaced by a void of absolute, unhinged obsession he no longer bothered to conceal either. “Let it ache, then,” he growled, his fingers gripping my jaw in a commanding force, forcing me to witness the chaos he had chosen himself. “Because Dorian is absolutely right. I am obsessive and extremely selfish to you. And I will never, ever apologize for it.”

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.

The possessiveness that had been bubbling within him reached a boiling point, and he suddenly grabbed Luna's neck, pulling her into a fierce kiss. His hands held her body tightly against his, his lips claiming hers in a possessive manner. He needed to remind both her and himself that she was his, and that no one else had the right to lay a finger on her. as he broke the kiss, Luna stared at him with wide eyes, trying to catch her breath she spoke, "What happened baby?" Arthur's eyes were still darkened, the possessive fire within him not quite extinguished yet. He looked at her, his eyes roaming over her face and body, as if making sure she was still his.

His arm wrapped around my waist, “I work better when I know exactly where you are and what you’re doing.” The dark possession in his voice spread warmth through my chest like honey. I was so fucked. In every sense of the word. “That sounds obsessive,” I said. “It is.” He pressed his nose into my hair, inhaling deeply. “Everything about you makes me obsessive. I used to be able to focus for hours. Now I can’t go twenty minutes without wondering what you’re doing. If you’re comfortable. If you need something. It’s fucking maddening.” “Poor you,” I said, but I was smiling. “Sounds terrible. The big bad mafia boss, brought to his knees by a pregnant woman who can’t stop eating pickles dipped in

Without hesitation, I start sucking hard and it doesn't take long for Oliver to cum in my mouth, I swallow everything calmly and leave his dick clean without a drop of cum, when I finish doing what I want I take a peek and Oliver has his eyes closed Panting, I look at him and with all the certainty in the world, I will never let this man leave my side. “Who owns this dick?” I ask holding his dick. Oliver opens his eyes and still seems to be in a trance. “I asked you a question, Oliver,” I say feeling possessive about him. “You little one, you are the owner...” He says looking me in the eyes. “What am I the owner of?” I ask, raising my eyebrows. “Of my dick and me, I am yours and yours alone,