Obsessively Yours Novels & Stories

I gave him Blow jobs so many times but his skills were beyond my imagination. "Don't you get tired??" "Oh, I can't get tired Ever." "Don't you have any shame, Mr CEO, trying on your Secretary??" "My craving for my secretary is never-ending. And My late-night cravings are always you."

Do I look that *'I-have-no-man'? I mean I am, but it's kind of rude he just assumed it. I fiddled with my sleeves, brain blank, mouth dry. No clue how to respond. But he wasn't done. Of course he wasn't. *"We've traveled together. Shared rooms a hundred times. Worked insane hours. You're efficient. I'm stable. Neither of us has time for romantic circus nonsense."* He paused, locking eyes with me. *"So yes — you're the most convenient option for me. And realistically, I'm the most secure option for you."*

“I am not lying.” “You are obsessed,” he said. I froze. Adrian nodded. “That is the word. I have seen you focused. I have seen you strategic. But this is different. You are obsessive.” “I am not.” “Yes, you are,” he said. “And that will cost you.” I glanced at him. “What do you mean.” “You know exactly what I mean. This girl Ava, is going to hit your image, your position, your family, and your control. You can handle any enemy. But not this.”

he responded, proceeding to tell them how it all went down. Julian whistled. “Damn. You actually did it. Six months of him being your… what did you call it? Personal companion?” Vegas’s smile turned darker. “Exactly. He belongs to me now. No more running after him. No more hiding behind that girl. He’s going to learn exactly what it means to cross me.” Julian laughed, raising his glass. “To the most obsessive man I know.” “Hope you know what you’re doing with this one,” Remmy added, a not-so-stoked expression on his face.

Lena asked, though her tone suggested she was already working through the possibilities. "Because he's obsessed," I replied, thinking about the photos, the note, the pattern of behavior we'd been observing for weeks. "He doesn't want to run from me anymore, he wants to confront me. He wants to possess me, reclaim me, make me choose him over whatever life I've been building." "That's insane," Lena said flatly. "Yes," I agreed. "But it's also predictable. Obsession makes people irrational, makes them take risks they normally wouldn't.

And I was ready to exploit every flaw in his obsession. Mark paused near the desk, scanning the files and hidden drives. His obsession flared visibly—a subtle twitch in his jaw, the intensity of his gaze sharpening. He reached for one of the drives, but didn’t touch it. “These are mine,” he said, voice low, predatory. “Every secret, every file, every shadow of your past… mine.” “Yes,” I said, calm, steady. “Yours.” He stepped closer, circling slowly like a predator assessing prey. “Do you understand what obedience means, Jessy? That knowledge without permission is dangerous?”

And I do them very well . I'm not the Jealous Hot headed type but when I lost my coolness . I lost my bright side too and then even Dark is get afraid of me And that bastard is trying to impress my Queen and My Queen forget that whom she belongs to Yeah I'm Obsessive about her even her shadow is mine . . Yes I'm Obsessive and very Obsessive on my Possession . She is mine , mine forever , this birth and upcoming next seven birth My Obsessiveness is a journey . Starting at forever and Ending at Never . .

“I… I don’t want you to stop. Not ever.” His hands went to my waist, pulling me close. “Good,” he murmured, pressing his forehead to mine. “Because I’m obsessed with you. Completely. And I will show you exactly what that obsession means tonight.” Back at the penthouse, we didn’t wait. Every kiss, every touch, every whisper became a battle of possession and surrender. Sebastian’s hands memorized me, claimed me, burned into me with the intensity of his obsession. I responded in kind, trembling under his control, craving every moment, every edge of danger and desire.

She moaned with satisfaction on my lips and this got me so high. Jessy "I think I'm getting obsessed" I said to myself. " Yes you are" Storm replied me.

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."