She Is His Obsession Novels & Stories

She was looking at me and I knew she had a lot to say. “What are you saying?” I whispered still feeling thirsty. “I didn’t want him.” “You can deny it all you want,” Estella replied calmly, “but I have seen how you are around him. I don’t know what this is about, but there’s an obsession in your eyes when it comes to that man. Every time you see him, it is like you want him, even if you refuse to admit it.” I turned away from her, staring at the floor, my heartbeat racing wishing I hadn't finished the water. Obsession? How could I be obsessed with a man I barely knew?

Her lips held a private smile as see she was hiding some pertinent information from me. What she didn't realize was that I didn't bloody care about him as much as she would have wanted. "So are you one of those people he paid for their freedom and that's why you are so loyal to him? Even if he kidnapped another lady? Do you think that is a form of love or a form of obsession that needs to be checked before things go out of hand?" "He is obsessed with you." She deadpanned.

“But tonight… I’m going to show you.” Her knees nearly gave out. And somewhere deep inside her, she knew—this wasn’t just lust. This was obsession. This was a man who didn’t just want to possess her. He wanted to consume her.

I asked rhetorically. "And, what if she doesn't come back to you?" He frowned. "She will and there's nothing that can change my mind about her. If she is to come in a billion years, then I'll wait for her till then." I informed him, expressing every bit of seriousness. "But my life can't wait till then. Justin, I won't give in to this nonsense obsession of yours for Eve." He yelled. "So, what're going to do?" I raised my eyebrow at him.

I am aching for her. I spend my day trying not to think about her sexy body and her huge tits. I have always been obsessed with tits. She let me suckle her as long as I wanted. I want to just hold her tit in my mouth while I fuck her pussy. I have to stop thinking about her while I am at work. I cannot have a hard cock while I am standing by the pool, passing out towels. I have never been this happy to see the next shift coming to relieve me. I want to go back to her. I want to dive into her and stay there forever. I need to touch her. What the fuck is wrong with me?

His eyes stare at the floor in thought. “Might be possible. At this point, I have no doubt she’s associated with something huge.” He replies and I hum. “As I told you before, she seems to have a strange kind of obsession with you. But…” he slides his hand around my neck and his eyes dip to my lips, “I can’t blame her because I can’t seem to stop obsessing over you either.” He whispers and captures my lower lip.

It seemed so intimate, a kind of fondness that could only mean something romantic. Unacceptable. He’s mine to break, Vegas thought, fingers curling into fists. He went up to his room, slipping the note under the door anyway. A petty reminder that things were just getting started, then he took off into the night. Seeing them together only made his obsession burn hotter. He had never lost anything important, nor had he ever felt that way before. This soft stranger would learn exactly who Vegas Clairemont was, and he would make sure Autumn belonged to him completely.

The way her breath catches when he gets too close. She wants to be possessed, claimed and owned. And the controlling one is giving her exactly that. While he sits outside like a pathetic fool, watching and wanting and doing nothing. When she finally emerges at midnight—hair mussed, lips swollen, looking thoroughly fucked—he has to grip the steering wheel to keep from doing something stupid like revealing himself right then and there, like stepping out of the shadows and claiming her before either of them can, like showing her what real obsession looks like but he's not ready yet.

“She was too eager. Too prepared. Almost… relieved.” He paused. “And Jenny herself — she looked completely unaware. Like someone who didn’t choose this marriage… but someone who was pushed into it.” Richard leaned back in his chair, fingers tapping the desk lightly. A slow, calculated expression formed on his face. “Interesting,” he murmured. The atmosphere thickened. Something dangerous flickered in his eyes. “Continue,” he commanded.