The Boss’s Obsession Novels & Stories

I grab my sandwich and take a bite"It's not healthy. That job is forcing you a lot, don't you think you should give yourself a break? She snorts and shakes her head. " It's nothing special Kia"Roll your eyes" I can always replace lunch at dinner time. And regarding work, you know I can't leave it, how would I pay for the house? Now it's my turn to roll my eyes. This is a town where, even as a homeowner, you have to pay a monthly fee for always living here. Go town. Wow boss. The whole town is run by one person: the boss of the Russian mafia, or as many call it: The Boos.

But he had gone a step further and had cunningly placed cameras as well… It afforded him a great view of what went on inside the most private of the Boss’ rooms. He had been careful to make sure that only Sophie would take the fall if the bugs were discovered. He had covered his tracks well. * Grinning again, he took out his c*ck and watched breathlessly, stroking it, as the man and woman on the screen made passionate love. He was aware that the Boss had a reputation for being an animal in bed but the young woman beneath him seemed to be handling his assault well, he thought, greedily, his breath coming in faster. In fact, watching her young body with the curves as they undulated under the B

I couldn't even understand why I kept calling him boss, maybe because he was a pure definition of a monster and a leader of murderers, maybe just a little respect to the fact that he commanded authority. I remembered I hadn't called him the name to his hearing, so it doesn't look like I was massaging his ego. His hands trailed from my neck to my shoulder and my hands, he was closely inspecting every detail of my skin, and I found it uncomfortable and embarrassing. I tried to shake out of the hold of the people that were holding me but they didn't even let me shake. Their Boss didn't let my tantrum stop his inspection. He was so immersed in what he did and I began to wonder what he was lookin

The Boss gaze is fixed on her Mr. Boss, as he's known to his associates, is a towering figure, with a cold, steely gaze. He sits behind his desk, a cigarette dangling from his lips, smoke curling around his head like a serpent. He takes a long drag, his eyes never leaving Sarah's face. She's starting to feel dizzy from the smoke, and her mouth is dry.

Rico asked himself. The answer came unbidden, in the echo of the Boss’s voice: Mine. Days blurred into a rhythm. Morning walks through manicured gardens. Afternoons shadowed by the Boss’s presence. Evenings filled with conversations that danced between tenderness and control. The Boss was relentless in his obsession. He sent gifts—books Rico once mentioned in passing, clothes tailored to his frame, paintings that mirrored his features. He spoke of a future where they would build something greater than crime, something eternal.

I laughed, but he was on me in an instant, pinning me to the bed, his body a cage of heat and rage. He slid into me, deeper than before, and fucked me with a ferocity that felt like punishment and worship. My pussy stretched, burned, and I screamed, my voice shattering the room. His hand wrapped around my throat, not squeezing, just holding, a possessive claim as he thrust, his eyes locked on mine. “You’re my fucking obsession,” he snarled, his voice deviant, unhinged. “I’ll chain you to this bed, burn every city, to keep you. No one else gets you. Ever.”

And he only wears handmade bangles which he hides under his suit jackets when he's ready for work. Does he have an accomplice? Is there someone else close to the family who wants to take Dante down and claim the company? Could it be that his business rivals have also planted a spy in the company? Or is this Morris trying to distract me?

“To fucking take your anger on me, I’m your wife. I’m supposed to share and know your problems, to solve them with you and not you tossing me around like a basketball. I am” “And I am your boss, i am also your husband. You listen to me when im talking, we are only married on paper.”He cuts in, slammed his hand on the desk, as he stood to his feet. His touring figure casting a huge shadow that covered a part of his work office.

And instead of sucking on those sweet tits or lapping at that tiny snatch, his eyes were all over me and my hard pole. Oh yeah, I know when another dude is interested, and for the last couple months, there have been waves of tension from Brian’s side of the office. I feel his eyes on me sometimes, only to shift away quickly, I can feel the tension in that hard frame, the way his fingers drum restlessly on the conference table, hard body stiff. The sad part is that dude doesn’t even know he’s projecting like a nuclear explosion. My partner’s fucking miserable with that wife of his, that disgusting viper, and he’s lost sight of the world, thinking the problem is him. But who the fuck cares?

Who would've known that the new young boss is a sex freak? Insatiable. I worried I might get bored by her faster if she keeps asking for marathons. She kept pressing soft, messy kisses on my chest, whispering how full she felt, how much she loved when I spanked her raw, how her pussy was still dripping just from feeling me use her asshole. She is so obsessed with my dick. As she should be. I smirked, running my fingers through her messy hair, enjoying the way she sounded completely brain-melted.