Sinful Obsession Novels & Stories

I whispered weakly. I immediately forced my battered body to restart the routine from the very beginning. But it wasn't enough. She was humiliated, and she needed a scapegoat to bleed out her anger on. Why did Sebastien have to act like this? He didn't even acknowledge the explosion. He just listened to her berate me while casually turning the pages. I wanted to scream at him to put it away, to hide it, to lie and say he didn't know about her hatred for the pastel color. Instead, he just kept flipping back and forth like a slow, agonizing whirlwind.

“Always. Completely. And I’ll show you exactly what that means.” The night stretched on in waves of desire and possession. Sebastian’s hands memorized me, claimed me, and ignited a fire in every inch of my body. Each whisper, each dark murmur, each touch was a reminder of his obsession, his need, and his promise to keep me untouchable and utterly his. Even in moments of surrender, there was no doubt who held the power. Sebastian’s obsession was all-consuming, intoxicating, and dangerously addictive. And I? I was utterly addicted.

"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.

“That’s not a problem. We have a long time together. If that bastard could make you feel something after everything he did to you, then I’m sure, I’ll make you fall for me. No matter how long it takes.” A shiver ran through her spine, as a mixture of fear and disgust bloomed in the pit of her stomach. “You’re sick.” She hissed. “So much so that you can’t tell the difference between love and… obsession.” “Love, obsession, limerence, they are all the same thing.” He told her. “It’s a desire that is so strong, that it can’t be suppressed. It’s the kind of feeling that can cause a person to do things that are otherwise deemed unreasonable and unacceptable.”

“Now? I probably drink until I forget. Or until I hate him enough to stop caring.” “That doesn’t sound healthy.” I let the silence settle between us. The bar’s dim lights painted shadows on the floor, and my buzz was just strong enough to make everything blur at the edges. I leaned forward again, fingers toying with the condensation on my glass. “You ever get so obsessed with someone,” I murmured, “that it’s not even about them anymore? It’s about how they make you feel. How they pull out the ugliest parts of you, and you still keep crawling back like a sick little dog looking for scraps.”

I didn’t know what this sudden rush of emotions was, but one this what my intuition was screaming at me was that this man was sin. He was danger.

He would stop at nothing to possess her, even if it meant destroying everything in his path, including her. His obsession with her was like wildfire, consuming everything in its path and leaving only destruction in its wake. He was willing to give up his life for her, but only on the condition that she was his and his alone. His obsession blinded him to everything else, making him see only Athena and his own desires, which he believed to be justified by his overwhelming love for her. But his obsession had twisted and distorted any notion of love he may have once had, leaving only a destructive force that threatened to consume them both. He believed a lie and punished her with a heartless eye

'''' '''Answer me please. ''''I told you I hated him and I wanted to take my revenge on my own...''' '''So, You are using me????''' '''In a way yes... you wanted to hurt him and to let him go and in a way I wanted the same. i wanted to hurt him too. I wanted to hit him on his weak point and you are just perfect for this...'''' ''''oh really?????''''' ''''and one more thing... I didn't have any proof..''''

Why was I not able to bring myself to hit him ! It's like I wanted to know about Martina so that I can make her love me more. No, I don't only love me , I want her to become obsessed with me. ' Is it okay to hear from her ex husband about her sexual desires?' That moment my wolf roared angrily at me. For a second I realised what I was really thinking was sin. The love was long gone for me when she married my brother. What's left was my obsession for her. The obsession for making her moan while I kiss her noble body. The desire to hear her moans when I enter inside. It was all so annoying yet intimidating. I used to masturbate all night longing for Martina.

"For the fun of it, Elena. I took you for the thrill. Your feistiness left an impression on me. Making your life miserable and witnessing you grovel before me is one of the few ways I'll feel fulfilled." Disbelief widened my eyes, leaving my jaws ajar. "Why would you do that? Why make my life miserable? Surely, slapping you is not reason enough for that," I stammered. "I told you, Elena, for the fun of it. Watching you flaunt your wings annoyed me. I love breaking women like you, Elena, and I'll relish in clipping your wings. What better way to make you feel defeat than by hopelessly making you mine? How does it feel being bound to the man you hate?" He asked maniacally, a crooked smile etch