The Prince Of Obsession Novels & Stories

The prince met my gaze, then flinched slightly as his eyes swept over the swirling storm of darkness that devoured the throne and Asher. “I’ve studied over a hundred Obsidian Alphas. Madness always uses the same weapon to control them — their wives,” the prince said. “Madness will use Alpha Asher’s instinctual desires for you to trap his soul even deeper, into a more realistic illusion.” The prince’s voice roughened. “And if Madness hurts you, Alpha Asher might never want to return to reality. Because that’s what Madness does, it turns the reality so ugly and disturbing that alphas prefer staying in illusion.”

He was too hard and had it big down there. I asked him to pause and he did and I brought it back out. When my eyes stopped on it, he was huge, too huge I could lose my mind. How I love huge things. I swiftly grabbed it and put it in my mouth. I could hear Ryan moaning as I sucked him with so much passion.

Prince paced around his room with Elaris, his seer lover, seated there with him… “I had Damein, like you saw.. I was going to kill him.. then..” he paused, turning to her, the craze and frustration in his eyes.. “…then she came.. she- s-she… Fuck!!” Prince threw a wolf hand across the desk scattering glasses and mugs as they broke on the floor. “Fuck!!” He roared out, his tone tinged with …

I pick the coziest shirt I can find and throw it over my head. When the prince comes back, he sees us all dressed up now, except Miles. He looks at Miles, threatening him with his eyes, but Miles doesn’t move. He's the demon of lust for a reason. He just sits there, feeling comfortable in his own skin. "I have information for you," the prince says. My heart is beating loudly, and the prince is gazing into space. I have a feeling it’s no good information. Have the plagues spread down here? What is so important he couldn’t even wait for us to get out of bed first before coming to our room?

Maybe it took seconds, maybe minutes, maybe hours, but finally, my mind cleared up, and I returned to the present. Nothing was touching me, and while there was the smell of sex in the air, I couldn’t not doubt if I hadn’t imagined the whole thing. Because it was like something from my fantasies. I have always wanted a man obsessed with me, a man capable of holding all the control, but at the same time willing to give me the pleasure I deserved. And now that man had materialized from nothing, but was doing all the right things.

And she liked to be fucked and abused and derived some masochistic pleasure out of it. Ian was the youngest prince in the family, and he recently turned 24. He was known for his insatiable appetite and ability to drive a woman insane with lust. His older brothers were rumored to be cruel and abusive. Damian, who was next in line for the throne, had a beautiful wife until last year, but she got sick of his twisted acts in bed and ran away with my cousin, a gorgeous man with a big dick. They both were rumored to be dead now.

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Instagram: @giftodulesi. I love you guys a lot. Leave a nice five-star rating, please😘 -------------------- This exertion I was experiencing was driving the hell out of my knuckles, typing furiously on my office laptop, working for some asshole as his secretary really wasted my whole time. I was constantly giving my work an irrelevant emphasis. I decided to take a break, rested my head on the black leather chair I was sitting on, at the end, close to the glass wall of my rectangular office, painted in an exorbitant white paint, with a black theme that completely correlates with my black office chair and extortionate Spanish glass table with other beautiful extras that are necessary in a sec

The atmosphere tensed up, as fear gripped all of them. Meanwhile, sitting on the throne now, is a figure, dressed in all black, with a big black cloak, on his body, the big hoodie, covering his head, making his face invisible, but anyone could tell that he is a dangerous creature. Standing up on his feet, slowly, he took his hand to his head, and held the tip of the hoodie, before letting it fall off his face, revealing the most beautiful face ever. Yes, he's beautiful, he is a man, but saying he's cute or handsome, is an understatement. His lips are the most perfect lips, which you would kill to have a taste of, his pointed nose, the most beautiful of them all, which your fingers would itch

The man was slightly stunned to enjoy the beauty in his shackles. "Damn it!" He cursed then for some reason. Big wet purplish eyes, with a sharp nose and red lips slightly parted, sobbing holding back tears. ‘Beautiful. Very beautiful,’ the man thought. The Prince's eyes began to fall down the girl's neck. The pretty neckline couldn't help but make the handsome man gulp. Again, his eyes explored the girl's body, then his eyes stopped on the cleavage framed by the maxi dress with a low cleavage. Dense and full, made the Black Prince's libido suddenly rise.