Sinful Obsession Novels & Stories

I racked my brain, trying to recall if Zed had confessed to me about incidents like these, but sadly, I couldn’t remember any. “Yen, do you still remember when I told you about being frigid? Try to think about why both of you suffer this way. And I still remember you saying that both of you were viewing sex as something sinful. If you were in a seven-year relationship, I couldn’t imagine how many times your emotion almost carried you away, but I am sure you both suppressed the urge. And although this is not my specialty, I can only conclude that this resulted in your difficulty in getting aroused while it caused him this PES.”

“If you're absolutely right, I'm a committed man, I shouldn't be doing this, don't worry about money, you don't owe me anything, feel at home” Andy runs out of there, he felt ashamed, he was violating all his values, he was against anything that disrespected a relationship, a marriage, or any belief, he was very correct. But Camille aroused all kinds of bad thoughts in him, and when he became obsessed with something, there was nothing to get it out of his head, and that was what he was feeling for Camille, an obsession.

he said, and his serious expression said he meant every word of it. "I am obsessed with you. I have been for a while now; the sight of you, the sound of your voice, your scent and your touch have been my obsession. You are the light in the darkness I have lived in my entire life, the reason I dare to dream for a future. The reason my life started meaning anything to me," he said and looked into my eyes possessively.

I met his gaze, locked in the depths of his dark eyes. "This is not on you," he murmured. "I can’t bear the fact that someone left such a cruel mark on you. It’s because of you—but this is my revenge." His words sank deep into my bones. I looked at him carefully. This—this was the real him. Completely bare. Transparent. I couldn’t believe it. Jina was right. This man is obsessed with me.

His entire aura drew me in, grabbing me by the collar and forcing me to follow. I took a step closer, watching as he shifted in his seat. How could someone be so exquisite? The mere sight of him had my pulse racing. My breath hitched, something inside me snapping. Fuck. What was this feeling? I'd never felt it before. It wasn’t love or lust. It was something much darker. More twisted. Like it crawled from the bottom of hell and wrapped around my throat. Obsession. I wanted him. All of him. Every twitch, every whisper, every clumsy, flustered movement that screamed "break me", "use me as you see fit" and damn did I want to do just that. I wanted to ruin this pretty little thing till there was

The shower spray pounded against my shoulders like it could wash away sin. It couldn’t. Nothing could. Steam clouded the glass, turning the bathroom into a hazy confessional, but the only voice I heard was my own—low, ragged, cursing. “Oh fuck…” My left palm slapped flat against the cool tile wall for balance. My right hand was already wrapped tight around my cock—still slick from Miles’s cum, the evidence I hadn’t bothered to rinse off. I’d smeared it over myself the second I locked the bathroom door behind me, needing to feel him on me, in me, marking me the way I wanted to mark him. His release had cooled slightly on my skin, sticky and warm, and now it lubricated every brutal stroke.

His dark piercing eyes locked onto mine like a predator pinning down its prey. "You get your sisters doses only when you fulfill my daily demands Maya " Julian whispered, his voice a low terrifying growl right against my ear. I kept my hands pressed flat against his chest feeling the steady beat of his heart through his leather jacket. "What... What do you want from me?" I breathed, terrified of the answer. Julians slow terrifying smile spread across his face in the shadows of the car. He reached up his thumb gently tracing the line of my trembling jaw making a shiver run down my spine that had nothing to do with the cold rain.

I cried out in pain. He pulled me by my hairs and brought me closer to him. He grabbed me from behind and cupped my face. "Humans or wolves, angels or devils, no one could ever resist my charms, my power, my beauty. You think you can get away so easily? After all these years, I finally found the one who can make me surpass my own charms, I could never think that anyone could ever make me feel like this, anyone would ever be able to make me interested in them, because I was so full of myself. I never thought anyone could ever fulfill my standards. How can you even think of rejecting me? I am an alpha. I didn't ask for your opinion. If an alpha wants something, he gets it. A mere wolf like you

Dana asked, dragging her out of her thoughts. "What friend?" Amelia asked confusedly. "I don't know what she is called. The one who was having sex with your ex-boyfriend while you both were still together." Dana tried to recall. "Oh. Chelsea? No, I haven't." Amelia responded. "Why not?" "Dana, do you think I care about Chelsea? I have forgotten she even exists. Please I have a lot of other important things to think about. Chelsea can go to hell for all I care." Amelia said, her voice laced with evident disgust.

I had one purpose, and one goal in my mind right now. A thought that took over me and consumed my being. This woman beneath me must die, right now and in front of everyone. Giovanni was right. I’m a monster, a beast who enjoys hurting people. I relish in the smell of blood and its color drenching me. I love watching the light fade from my victims’ eyes and it makes me shudder with joy. I’m a monster, the same as the man I love.