Romans & histoires Sinful Obsession Jk Ff

• MORALLY GRAY CHARACTERS: Obsessive, possessive, and dangerous behavior. The actions of the characters in this book are not meant to be healthy or emulated. This is a work of fiction exploring the darkest corners of obsession, and extreme power imbalances. Reader discretion is not just advised, it is mandatory. “If you’re still here... you’re already mine. Try not to scream.” ꧁ 𖤓 𖤓 𖤓 ꧂ ꧁ Marisella ꧂ I’m breaking my mother’s heart. Even if she doesn’t know it yet.

"No, you're not. You're a mafia boss interrogating your hostage. Don't pretend to be human." The insult should have annoyed him. Instead, Rafael found himself intrigued. She had claws hidden under that fragile exterior. "You're right," he said. "I'm not sorry. I'm curious. Dead parents, hostile family, multiple assassination attempts. You're either incredibly unlucky or sitting on information you don't know you have." "Maybe I'm just a Roglas. That seems to be enough."

“Who is in control?” I gasp and moan at the fiery pleasure-pain as another orgasm rolls through my body. “You,” I say, not recognizing the sound of my own voice. “You’re in charge. Ohh…” “Daddy. Say, ‘you’re in charge, Daddy.’” My pussy clenches around his fingers at the taboo command. I’ve read my fair share of sexy books, and secretly love BDSM books. I may be a virgin but I’m far from naïve. One of my favorite independent authors writes books with daddy doms and I’ve always been intrigued. I often imagine myself in the heroine’s shoes… now is my chance to live out one of my most secret fantasies.

Every stroke made that sloppy, wet sound like he was knuckle-deep in sin. He pulled them out — a string of wetness clinging between my folds and his fingers. Then, he brought them to his mouth. Maintaining eye contact, he sucked them clean, slow and deliberate. "Fuck, you taste like sin," he growled. "Like you were made just for me to ruin." I trembled. My throat completely dried. Before I could answer, he crashed his mouth against mine— tasting me, feeding me my own desire, devouring me. The kiss was filthy, wet, and possessive. My moan vibrated against his tongue.

Whelp. I try to think of the meanest thing I can say. “Why are you so obsessed with my tits and ass, Josh? Always trying to get me to cover up but then watching all of my OnlyFans content? Was that really necessary to figure out what was on there? You needed to know more after seeing me in the garage?” I am heated, but as I speak, I realize that I have a point. I feel powerful - I feel right. And the red flush that blooms on his cheeks tells me I am on the right path.

But he held me strongly to himself. “Don't do this elsewhere again, I'm here to fix that. I'll give it to you anytime and anyhow you want it, Ella.” This made tears roll down my face. This was more than him. I had an addiction to s*x. Not just to s*x but to different men’s d!ck. I wouldn't stay faithful to him. I shouldn't be in a relationship. “Don't do this to yourself, don't do this to me, let just f*ck and forget about it,” I muttered and I could see the hurtful look in his eyes.

Cherry Brentwood’s life changed the night she turned eighteen—caught doing the forbidden while moaning the name of her brother’s best friend. Fast forward to two years later, summer vacation was supposed to be everything she had dreamed of. What she never expected was to spend it under the same room with her brother's best friend, the man with the most seductive gray eyes that she's been trying to forget…and her arch-enemy cousin sister. Xavier Salvatore is a guy who walks in silence, barely speaks, but rather acts in dangerous, mysterious ways. He’s not a saint; He's not an angel. He walks the thin line between good and evil. He is none other than the ghost of the Black

I loved it so much it was driving me insane. I couldn't stand the mere idea of her being with someone else. She was right about one thing. I was supposed to be marrying her mother. But that meant absolutely nothing to me right now. She belonged to me and me alone. Katherine was my favorite sin, and I was ready to burn for her. I wasn't thinking straight anymore. She was just too intoxicating for my own good. I could feel her hot, tight walls clamping hard against my fingers. Her pussy was so incredibly juicy, so sweet and addictive.

"My Luna. My fucking obsession." He accelerated, his thrusts becoming shorter and more violent, hitting my cervix with every drive. I was lost in the sensation, my vision blurring as the friction built into an unbearable heat. I wrapped my arms tight around his neck, sobbing his name, my internal muscles clamping tight around him. "Look at me, Elara!" he commanded, his voice a harsh order. I opened my eyes, seeing the raw worship and possessiveness in his gaze. He wasn't just fucking me; he was devouring me.

His emptied mind was like a hallow-barrow, closing his eyes without much thought. He was thoughtless as she filled him with desires, the desires of wanting more than just a kiss. All his love for was like that empty barrow. But because it was hallowed… it was like a bottomless pit. He was that hallowed-bottomless barrow, always wanting more and more from her.