Sentence Of Obsession Novels & Stories

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.

MARCELLUS I don't answer immediately. Instead, I look at Nora. She's staring at the chocolate spilling across the plate, refusing to look at me. "...I do." No one utters a word. Even Sebastian has his narrowed gaze on me. "She's right." My voice is calm. "Obsession doesn't announce itself. One day you're simply... rearranging your entire life around another person without realizing you've already lost." A few contestants exchange glances. "And lies?" I continue. "They sometimes don't begin with bad intentions."

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.

"Even to the point of maddening obsession and ruination?" His mouth set in a hard line. "Even to the point of maddening obsession and ruination."

His hand trembles as he scribbles something, and when he hands the paper back, I read the words. You have an obsession. She’s your obsession. I freeze, staring at the words. Obsession? Could Nova be my obsession? I’ve never had one before, never needed one. But what does that even mean? What is an obsession, anyway? Paul scribbles something else, shoving the paper toward me again. I snatch it up. You’re angry she hasn’t agreed to your proposal. Jealous she picked someone else. Jealous? Picked someone else? My chest tightens. “You think she’s meeting someone else?” My voice is sharp, and I don’t miss the way Paul flinches. Who else would agree to her insane request? No one, right? I hope not.