Romans & histoires Romantic Obsession

Chapter 17 LOVE OR OBSESSION? RYAN, I wanted to stop. I wanted to do the right thing—to turn away, to focus, to face Emily. But I couldn’t. The obsession had already taken root, wrapping itself around my thoughts like ivy, suffocating every rational decision I tried to make. It wasn’t just curiosity anymore. It was something darker, something that pulled me toward Elena in ways I couldn’t explain. Something that was becoming impossible to ignore.

"You like the feeling of having a man who could kill for you?" I nodded slowly. "It's much better than one who would only die for me." Florian watched me for a long moment, his breaths hot against my skin, his eyes gliding around my face. When he spoke again, his voice was a slow, soft whisper, and I knew that this wasn't that fluffy nerd and popular guy romance. It was a dark romance of obsession, and I was a willing participant. "I always knew we would be perfect, Roxanne. I always knew you would be perfect for me."

Or because of the hatred in her eyes? "Now she won't forget her place. She will realize that she is nothing more than a mere distraction to me" he assured himself but then again his mind went to that wallflower. She felt beautiful and right under him. Earlier it was just a lust but now after getting her this close, that feeling turned into something stronger. Kind of obsession. He wants her under him. He wants to kiss her one more time. What kind of spell did she put on him that made him go crazy over her?. Even he couldn't stop himself, that much crazy he was for her. He was obsessed with her and any obsession is dangerous. • • • • • •

The silence was heavy,something inside me snapped. “Oh fuck it,” I hissed, throwing my arms around his neck. Alexander kissed me hard. There was nothing soft about it. He lifted me up and carried me to the table by the window, pushing the lamp and a bottle of wine to the floor. Neither of us cared about the crash. He kissed me like he was starving. His hands were everywhere — my waist, my thighs, my back. The hunger in him felt stronger than before. Almost desperate. “I want to taste you,” he said against my mouth, voice low and rough.

"I still can't believe your bother is a murder. He has been pretty quiet over the years." "Yeah until she came into his life. My brother had a sick obsession with my mother. I was fourteen and Dalton was only sixteen. My mother married his father. I was happy about having a brother, but then I started to notice things with Dalton were not right. He followed my mother around like a lost dog. I would catch him standing in her bedroom. Just watching her sleep. I tried to tell my mother the things I was witnessing, but she would just blow them off. My mother was a good woman and she was good to Dalton. I think he took it in a different way. It was almost like he was in love with her. She was sma

I was already wrapped in the fire between us, tangled in desire, obsession, and danger. Then came the moment I hadn’t anticipated. He reached for my hand—not just to guide, but to claim—and I felt the electricity surge, a tether stronger than any fear. “You trust me?” he asked, voice soft, rough, dangerous. “I… I do,” I whispered, trembling. “Even though I don’t understand everything… even though it terrifies me.” “Good,” he murmured, stepping closer, lips brushing mine again, longer this time. “Because obsession isn’t about understanding. It’s about surrender. And you… you’ve already surrendered.”

It ruins the landscape. In fact, no, why put me down in this mishap? Why should I still feel guilty for asking you to erase what connects us? You told me that the two of us " would be forever." I now remain deaf to this form of blackmail. Yes, that's blackmail, Paul. What the hell did you imagine? That you could continue to own my body and soul until the end of time? You are very selfish, let me tell you. Are you only aware of my own desires? No, I am correcting myself—my absence of lust. When you approach me, I see myself as a little girl on a merry-go-round. My mother insisted, but I would die of vertigo. Your triple-digit perfumes can get sniffed through other nostrils.

And Natalia was the perfect chance for me to get equal with him. However, as the time went by, I happened to get blinded by her charms or maybe it was her cries and brokenness that made me want to protect her and that protection turned into this toxic obsession, that now I couldn't let her have a dream life with Romeo. I was so obsessed with her that I could die for her and I could kill her if she cannot be with me. When I called out her name she shivered at the malicious tone and stayed quiet. Nervously, she began to strip off her clothes to avoid my gaze. Though we just had sex and wanted to get some rest but I wasn't done with her, not yet.

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.

"Yeah, I almost forgot to tell you, Cassidy will be coming home during the weekend; please come to the family house; don't keep us waiting; we should have dinner as a family, don't you think so?" "Do as you please" "Romero, make her get home safe, I'm keeping her in your care" "Alright boss" "I'm no child Cillian, Romero doesn't have to look after me" "He has to, you're the aunt of a Mafia lord, and you're also a target to be used against me, and I wouldn't want you to suffer because of me" "Whatever you say" "Romero, please take me out of here, his words suffocate me "