Sinful Obsession Jk Ff Novels & Stories

Yet it still didn’t feel enough. His eyes bored into me, observing the journal in my hands and the way I gripped the pen. A quick smirk appeared on his lips before vanishing the moment I looked up. My eyes stung slightly before dropping back to the journal, my words shifting between first, second, and third person. ‘I hate him. I hate everything about him. I hate that he still married my mom after ruining her marriage with Dad.’ ‘I hate how he thinks he can boss me around just because...’

I’d come — moaning — “Yes — daddy — fill me up —” He’d explode — cum splashing his chest — growling my name. It was addictive. Obsession. And it only got hotter.

“You are so deep like this. Fuck me hard. Please.” John gripped my hips and started pounding into me with powerful strokes. The sound of our bodies slapping together mixed with the distant hum of the city below. Every thrust pushed me harder against the glass my breasts spilling out of my dress as he took me right there in the open. “You love this don’t you?” he panted against my neck. “Letting your best friend’s father fuck your tight little pussy where the whole world could see.” “I love it,” I whimpered pushing back to meet his thrusts. “I am your dirty secret Daddy. Harder. Fill me up.”

I slid my fingers down, slicking them in my own wetness, and began to slowly caress my cl*t right in front of his eyes. "I'm so fucking hot for you, Father," I groaned, arching my back and shuddering as my thumb circled my cl*t. "And I'm all yours. I'm your little sinner, and this p*ssy is the altar you need to worship today. Come on, Father. Give in to the temptation. Put your holy tongue right here and clean me up." He let out a tortured breath, his knees visibly trembling. He looked trapped between heaven and hell, his eyes pinned to my fingers sliding over my soaking cl*t.

And I’m almost sure he was planning to leave me here to get all the blame placed upon me. “You shouldn’t be here, getting in his business and such,” Sinful tells me pointedly. His tone is bothered, yet still mildly amused. He seems to take fun out of others misery. My especially. I’m glad he isn’t standing any closer to me. He has a cloying scent of jasmine that makes my head fuzzy. I believe it has something to do with the fact that he is the Sin of Lust. “Trust me, I know,” I tell him, rubbing the back of my neck.

Jim couldn't help it he just hugged him tightly and looked at Jonathan. "Jonny may be next time. Let him be for now." Jim said while taking Aiden to the room. Zack, Erica, Michael and Daniel just stood there looking at the mafia boss. Jonathan looked defeated. The look at his face was the one that was saying he lost all his obsessions. He was broken. His eyes were covered with the glassy layer. He can't see anything properly. He just stood there looking at the place where Aiden stood. He lifted his head to upstairs watching Jim take Aiden protectively in his arms. Jonathan dropped to the ground.

If his cousins could see him now, they’d probably be laughing at him for being so weak. Colton didn’t know why he was feeling what he was feeling. It was like he was on drugs and he felt the withdrawal of not being with her. Being with her made him feel alive like nothing else ever could. Every time he closed his eyes, all he could see was her. One could even say that he was obsessed.

Lena had taken a short nap in the car as the journey was long. She kept on smiling and blushing, Jeremy didn’t stop staring at her beautiful face. Kenneth felt like his Alpha was a lover boy. While Chris tried to act like he didn’t notice the girl in the alphas arms. Josephine was nowhere to be found; all that could be seen in her room was a note saying she had to’ get things done’ .

Chapter 1 Sophia's Pov. I walked into Saint Michael's Church that Sunday morning with my heart pounding and my pussy already tingling. My name is Sophia, and I had been coming here for months now, not for any spiritual awakening, but because the place dripped with forbidden temptation. The stained glass windows, the incense smoke curling in the air, the solemn hymns—it all made me think of sin, of bodies twisting in secret pleasure right under God's nose.

In the darkness, she promised herself that she was going to make him regret ever taking her. Serena had spent hours in the dark, her wrists were aching and her mind was racing. She replayed everything she knew about Lucian Moretti. She had heard he was Ruthless and Calculating but most of all, Dangerous. He wasn’t just another enemy in her father’s long list of rivals, he was the kind of man who didn’t play fair.