Sinful Obsession Novels & Stories

I’d rather have him hating me to the point of wanting me dead than continuing to waste his life being obsessed with a woman who belonged to someone else. Hate was something a person could get over. Hate was an emotion you could move away from, given enough time and distance. But obsession? It was like a drug. I knew that better than anyone. I had watched it destroy Max, and I had felt it simmering in my own blood for Damon. No matter how hard you tried to kick the habit, that obsession would burn just as strong four years later the moment you saw them again. “So… I truly… held no chance then,” he scoffed, his head falling back against the pillow as he looked away toward the window again.

I imagine the marks I'll leave on her skin, the bruises I'll inflict as I use her for my own twisted pleasure. It's wrong. I know it's wrong. But I can't stop. I won't stop. Not until I have her. Not until I've made her mine. The thought of claiming her, of ruining her for anyone else, sends a dark thrill through me. She'll be mine. Only mine. Forever. I'm losing myself to this obsession. I'm spiraling out of control, and I don't care. Let me fall. Let me drown. As long as I have Marianna in the end, nothing else matters.

He wasn’t allowed to see me naked whenever he got an opportunity. “You were sleeping, I didn’t feel like waking you up so I took you here and got you in these…” He gestured to my nightwear, “By these…sinful hands,” I sighed heavily. At least he knew he was a sinful man. A night had changed everything about him in my eyes, from a gentleman to a pathetic man, it was a true journey of hatred.

An addiction. She was nothing but an addiction. Yet an intense addiction that has made its way in his blood, coursing through his veins and now there was no turning around. He had reached to the dead end of that addiction that despite wanting, he can't give up on that addiction. Reaching a point that he had accepted he was obsessed with her. That he has fallen into the depth of that obsession. Fallen completely. Insanely. Passionately. Desperately. And lastly, hopelessly.

Every time he looked at me with that mean, possessive stare, every time his hand accidentally brushed mine at dinner,it had all been leading to this. ‘Just one night,’I told myself. I kept repeating it in my head like a prayer. ‘One night with him to get rid of this obsession. One night to enjoy this delicious body and that perfect face. One night of sin, and then we can go back to being normal tomorrow morning. I’ll be the good step-sister again, and he’ll be the cold CEO. We can pretend this never happened.’ I pulled away from the kiss, my breathing heavy and shallow. I didn't feel shy at all. I felt daring, like a version of myself I hadn't met yet.

I want you to come to our final union as my bride. 'Three more days, my love. Three more days until we're united forever.' 'Eternally yours, Damien' I felt sick. The casual way he talked about murder, about stealing my life, about this twisted version of love he'd convinced himself was real—it was beyond disturbing. "He's completely insane," I said quietly. "He's obsessed," Maya corrected. "And obsession can be more dangerous than insanity. Insane people are unpredictable. But obsessed people follow patterns, fixate on specific goals."

"I can't backstab him," "You are not backstabbing him. You are doing it for yourself, for your freedom. Why are you so concerned about him, tell me, was he concerned about you when he forced himself on you? Did he hear to your pleadings when he was blackmailing you? And From what you have told me, he wouldn't let you go, Bell. He is obsessed with you and obsession always leads to destruction. Always. Just think about yourself for once. Can you imagine living like this for the rest of your life?"

“No, Darren, I can’t, I won’t, just let me go, please, please, I am begging you, just let me go, why are you doing this to me, why are you obsessed with me, why me of all people, what is so broken inside your head that you think this is okay, that you think this is love, that you think this is anything but sick?” “You look like him, you sound like him, you know exactly what you are doing, you are twisting everything good I had, you are using his face and his body against me like it’s a weapon, and it’s killing me, Darren, it’s killing me. “I can’t even breathe looking at you because all I see is him and all I hear is him, but it’s not him, it’s you, and you are sick, you are so sick you need

And for the first time since leaving Jake’s office, I felt calm. Focused. Determined. Love had turned into obsession. And obsession? It always demanded blood.

Because that would mean admitting the truth. That I was obsessed with her. And that was the most dangerous thing of all.