Novel & Cerita Obsessive Psychopath

The other slipped under her blouse, thumb circling her nipple until she whimpered into his mouth. When he pulled back, his eyes were dark with obsession. “You can lie to them about the perfect family. You can lie to yourself about how much you hated every second of my cock inside you.” His hand moved lower, palming her through her skirt, rubbing slow, firm circles over her clit. “But your body knows the truth. You’re already wet again, aren’t you?” Lila bit her lip hard to stifle a moan, hips rocking once against his hand before she caught herself. “Someone could walk in—”

“Pervert! Sicko! Molester!” “Pervert? Sicko? Molester? Hey! You’re the one who grabbed onto me suddenly like that! I’m the one who should be screaming!” His voice becomes louder. As a popular idol on the rise, he was used to crazy fans jumping on to him all the time, or at least they tried to, but was stopped on time by his bodyguards. This was the first time a girl had managed to grab onto him like she had. It was sudden, and he didn’t get the chance to react to it.

I’m about to tell her to stop talking and call an ambulance when he speaks, his voice low and husky. “You’ve been wanting to slap me for years huh,” he mumbles as he struggles to push up on his elbows. “What the hell is an oaf? Who talks like that?” “It just came to me. I think it means crazy big guy. Seemed appropriate. Are you okay?”

He took a few steps forward, I took a few steps backward until I fell to the ground He knelt in front of me and held my face in his arm " Listen to me Olivia and listen real good I love you, and I want you, so stop fighting it. ' You call this love, this is obsession, not love, I only had a one-night stand with you and now you are holding me here against my will, let me go " " If don't, what will you do " " Call the cops " " Hahaha ..his laughter echoed in the dark room, suddenly his smile disappeared and he whispered into my ears. "You are mine, Olivia !!!

He said with a soft voice and sympathy that I was sure was not even there. “You doubt me? You could just ignore him like he doesn’t even exist. I am the one who will take care of him.” He said it out loud, purposely for Leo to hear him. “And if he made you uncomfortable. Just tell me. I’ll dig his eyes out, maybe just one. I hate the fact he can’t see our happy life together…” Now I know. Why do people call him ruthless. Now I know, why people call him a psychopath. I walked out of the house as soon as Alex loosen his grip on my waist. Oh my god, what I just witness earlier.

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.

“I… I had no choice. Victor Kane, the CEO of Vanguard Motors, kidnapped my wife and son. They already cut off one of my wife’s fingers and sent it to me as proof. I couldn’t… I couldn’t let them die. Please, Mr. Logard, you have to understand.” The room erupted in stunned whispers. Richard’s jaw tightened, but his expression remained composed. He had suspected internal betrayal, but hearing the rival’s name—Victor Kane—confirmed his growing suspicions. Vanguard Motors had been a thorn in LTM’s side for years, always one step behind but increasingly aggressive.

"Do you know something about him?" "I know a lot of things about him," Jamie said in a smug but confident tone. "I decided to do a little research when Ste mentioned him." 'So he's got his claws back into Ste,' Adam thought. This knowledge didn't worry him too much as he never planned on hurting Jamie again. All it did was confirm his original suspicions—Jamie was able to help him. He knew there was something deeply wrong with the kid—something that would take years of therapy to fix. His behaviour was beyond obsessive, and he would stop at nothing to get the result he fixated on, even if it meant destroying people he was meant to care about.

“He's a psychopath.” “That might actually help their argument.” I stared at him. “What does that mean?” Lucas shifted his weight slightly. “They're going to claim he has an obsessive disorder.” My stomach tightened. “Obsessive with what?” Lucas didn't answer right away. I already knew. “Mia.” I said quietly. “They're building a case that his actions were driven by psychological fixation. That's enough to set him free from any repercussions that would require jail time, I'm sorry.”