Sentence Of Obsession 소설 & 이야기

Pretty lies instead of the ugly truth staring them in the face. Cole tilts his head, studying the painting again. Something shifts in his expression—curiosity mixed with something darker. "So what do you see?" My jaw flexes. Heat crawls up my spine just thinking about it. "Obsession," I say. "That sick, beautiful addiction where you'd rather suffocate than let go. They're smiling while the ropes cut deeper. That's not love—that's needing someone so fucking bad you don't care if it destroys you both."

“He wasn't even afraid of going to jail, he was always around when no one could see him.” I frowned. “I don't understand. So what did you do to make him leave you alone?” Lourdes was silent for a moment and looked at me with pity. “Because he met you.” Her words fell on me like a bucket of cold water. If I was not sitting I would have fallen because I had a severe dizziness. No, it couldn't be true. "You are his new obsession," she added quietly. "No… it can't be." I tried to convince myself that it was a vile lie.

It was obvious these men were more than twice their age. “Got anything yet?” Antonio asked into the earpieces we all wore. Everything was set. All guns were locked and loaded. “Not yet,” came the reply through my ear, and I kept my eyes peeled I felt a pair of frail arms snake around my torso. Long nails dragged across my body, sending a wave of disgust through me. I snapped around and saw a girl trying to hold on to me.

I breathed. "I’m obsessed," he corrected, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw with a chilling tenderness. "There’s a difference. Insane people don’t plan for ten years to take back what was stolen from them. Obsessed people don't stop until there is nothing left of their enemy but ash."

“Aww, you are such a mood kill, CO Smith. I was just assessing my new inmate. I was thinking about how and when the fun will start.” The inmate named Isis said sarcastically with a sneer and even though it was obvious that she hated that officer’s guts, her voice came out soft and so sweet that I almost shuddered. “Right, especially with you two wearing red, two murderers coming from two big mafia families. Yeah, I guess you have the right to assess the new threat and try to see if she was going to be trouble or not. Now move your ass. You don’t have all day. MOVE.”

Now he had to rely on something else to keep the one he loved beside him. Even by force. Even if that meant binding them with a magical contract. Even if that meant placing chains around their neck. Even if that meant locking every door and every window. So tell me, dear reader... If you were the one who had been wronged, would you forgive the one who hurt you... Even if they loved you? Even if they were willing to literally die if you asked them to? Would you accept becoming the victim of their obsession... Their possessiveness... Their twisted love?

Not Danielle’s accusation, not the chaos of the scene, only his obsession with binding her to him. Before she could answer, he leaned back, his tone deceptively mild. “Apologize to her, Tessa. But...” his gaze darkened, “if you admit what I just said, then it makes sense that you struck her. You won’t need to apologize at all.” He was cornering her. Trapping her with no way out unless she bent to his will. Tessa’s chest tightened. Raymond Anderson was truly a bastard. But if he thought she’d kneel to his demand, he didn’t know her at all.

"You're still pure, aren't you? You haven't been thrown out of your own home. You have never lost anything you worked for. So how can you understand how I feel?" Cathe froze, stunned. "You have no right to tell me how to settle this," Audrey added coldly. The room fell very silent. Tony got closer to Audrey and lowered his voice while speaking to her, only she could hear. "Audrey... please. I know you. And I know this anger would never help you. Just think about Liam and lèa." Her breathing slowed and her body gradually relaxed. The fire in her eyes dimmed leaving pain only behind. Tony gently released her.

I reached around and rubbed her swollen clit in tight circles while I fucked her, feeling her walls flutter and clench around my thick shaft. “You feel that?” I rasped, leaning over her back, lips brushing her ear. “Feel how deep I am inside you? This is what obsession feels like, little wife. I would kill for this cunt. I would burn cities for it. You’ve turned the Don into a man who can’t think straight because all he wants is to be buried inside his wife’s tight holes.” I pulled out suddenly, making her whine at the emptiness, and pressed the fat, creamy head against her asshole.

The gun never leaves my skin, trailing down my thigh before pressing between my legs, the barrel nudging against the damp heat of my pussy through the robe. “If I didn’t like you,” he murmurs, his voice rough, “I wouldn’t be watching you from my phone, jacking off to the videos I take of you in the shower.” His free hand grips my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. His eyes are dark, almost black, burning with something feral. “I wouldn’t be distancing myself from you, trying to get a grip on myself.” His lips twist. “But I can’t, baby. I’m obsessed with you. And I hate that.”