Sentence Of Obsession Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

I was no longer just his possession. I was becoming his obsession. And in the dangerous world of the mafia, obsessions like this… never ended quietly.

I stood outside his office door for exactly two seconds my version of a deep breath and pushed it open. He was already there. Of course he was. Ethan Cole sat behind his desk like a machine someone had switched to Intense Mode and forgotten to turn off. Sleeves rolled up to the forearms. Spine so straight it made my back hurt just looking at it. Fingers moving across his keyboard like each email had personally wronged him and he was issuing consequences. He didn't look up. "You're late." I checked the clock on the wall. "Sir, it's 8:01."

“Let me have the team check it first.” But something in my gut told me it was meant for me. I took the box and opened it anyway. Inside was a single photograph. It showed John and me making love on the balcony two nights ago. The image was clear and intimate. Across the bottom in bright red marker were the words “The Obsession Never Dies.” My hands started shaking. “John… this was taken two nights ago. From the cliffs. Someone was watching us while we…” John took the photo from me and cursed under his breath. “This is not possible. The new security should have caught anyone that close.”

“I love you so much it hurts. Don’t ever stop loving me like this.” Matteo leaned over me, chest pressed to my back, his mouth at my ear as he pounded into me. “I’ll love you until my last breath,” he growled, voice breaking. “You’re my light. My obsession. The mother of my sons. I’m going to fill this perfect cunt again and again until you’re dripping with me.” His fingers worked my clit faster. I came violently a second time, screaming his name as my pussy spasmed around his cock. Matteo roared, burying himself to the hilt and exploding inside me — thick, hot jets of cum flooding my depths as his cock pulsed endlessly.

After I do that, he will never want to leave my side and he will see just how much he wants to be with me. My feelings for him had never changed but rather grew even stronger for him since the night we spent together at his apartment. It was just, I could not wait any longer. I needed to be with him; I needed him to be mine, once and for all. This whole thing had to stop. I never go for guys shorter than me but there was something about Callum that just made my cl*t f*cking throb. The more I thought about him, the more fascinated I became. His flaws and my fascination with him had grown into an obsession. My frustration and obsession had turned into lust. I just could not stop thinking about

The words West told him just kept replaying in his head,not that those words had any effect on him but he suddenly thought of his life. All his life,he was cold and unapproachable,a brutal person (which he still was). But for the past days,he had being acting strange,doing things he doesn't normally do and he noticed he had smiled at her more than five times today. He had requested for a near death penalty for Albert because Albert had sent that man to watch his wife and he had been murdering lots of human which could make the government aware of them and then dig about their existence. If it was before,it would be a death penalty and not a near death.

The word made Elena's skin crawl. "Leave us," Dante ordered, taking a seat at the table. Gabriel hesitated. "Mr. Castellano expects..." "I said leave." Dante's tone left no room for argument. Once they were alone, Dante began reading the contract with meticulous attention. Elena remained standing, her mind racing through options that seemed increasingly limited. "You realize this is insanity," she finally said. "Human trafficking. Slavery. Multiple felonies." "Mmm." He turned a page, seemingly absorbed in the legal language.