The Sweetest Oblivion Free Read Novels & Stories

Dammit, I felt like coming already just hearing those words, but not yet, not until I saw her limp and sated. I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against her earlobe as I whispered in a raspy voice, "You're beautiful. You pleased me. The way you take me, all hungry and desperate, it's driving me insane. I want to make you scream my name until you can't remember anything else."

Especially after hearing Savana's request for Nicole to get close to and seduce Alex. "Because I used to love Alex so much. I just couldn't bear to see him embarrassed or feel inferior in front of his extended family." "Ah, naive. You know? Because of your love that's too blind, you're willing to be oppressed and often humiliated. If I were you, I'd be done with Alex and his Mom." "What would you do?" "I'd poison them so they'd meet the angel of death soon."

He reached past me, grabbed the printout held it up between us with one hand while the other kept teasing me through my panties, applying slow maddening pressure. “Read the headline,” he said. My voice came out shaky. “‘Unlock Summer: Bold Flavors, Zero Guilt’…” He hummed against my neck, approving. Fingers slipped under the lace now found my bare clit. Circled once. “Keep going.” I tried as much as I could, to keep my voice steady. “‘Our new line of low-sugar… ah…’” He pushed two fingers inside me, curling them forward to hit that spot that made my toes curl in my heels.

Something inside me whispered no. A tiny, stubborn spark clawing for air. He tilted his wrist toward me again. "Trust me, Olivia." His voice poured over me like silk—warm, enveloping, inescapable. The spark guttered. I lowered my mouth once more. As his blood hit my tongue again, the ache in my chest dulled. The spark dimmed. The face with golden eyes blurred into nothing. Dimitri sighed contentedly, stroking my cheek. "See? You’re already forgetting."

Sweet black oblivion crept up, promising to claim me, taking me into its blissful nothingness. “Archer, my sweet boy, are you okay” the sweetest-sounding voice called to me, pulling me back from my promised oblivion. “Look at me, Archer, right in my eyes.” Doing as the heavenly voice wanted was hard, but there was no way I couldn’t do as she said, my body wanting nothing else but to do as she asked, to please her.

My one true pleasure was hate-reading the most gloriously trashy web novel ever written: The Alpha's Obsession. And let me tell you, it was a masterpiece of garbage. The plot was thinner than the plot on a p**n star, the female lead had the personality of a damp sock, and the male lead, Huo Yan, was such a ridiculously overpowered Alpha film god that you could practically smell the author's daddy issues through the screen.

"Do you guys want to order noodles? Amanda hasn't eaten a decent meal in days." "Daniel, I'm really not that hungry. Tea is fine." "I don't want noodles. I want pizza," Olivia announced. Amelia's eyebrows shot up. "Wow! Olivia LouBennett wants pizza this late at night?" She laughed. "I thought you didn't eat carbs after six." "I deserve pizza after almost losing my nipple." Amelia stared at her. "You almost lost your what?" "To Ethan?" James asked. He immediately smacked Ethan on the shoulder. "What the fuck, man?"

“You smell so fucking sweet. Owning you one day will be the sweetest triumph of my life.” “You’ll never own me.” Tristan pressed his lips to my skin. Then his tongue darted out, licking along my pulse point. He sucked and nibbled on my throat, his fingers cupping my head, tilting it to the side. My eyes fluttered shut. The sensations were foreign and mesmerizing. Tristan’s mouth on my throat seemed to send shockwaves through my body, creating sensations I’d never experienced before. His warm body pressed into me, his scent flooding my nose.

Chapter 77: Orin’s POV Freedom —It wasn’t as sweet as the chaotic vision I had dreamed it would be. It sat with me like sharp, bitter icing that stuck to my tongue, with a weight that would not go away, reminding me of everything I had lost, everything I still needed to be. The cold air burned on the strong inhale I took, stinging with every breath, sharper than I remembered. Had the world become harder, or had I just forgotten its sting after years in chains?

That was supposed to make it acceptable. I saw through it. The devil's temptation, the same one the scripture warned of: a sweetness that killed your will, a pleasure that turned you into something obedient. These people had traded their freedom for a numbness that looked like contentment, and the sight of them—collared, swaying, lost inside their own skulls—was the closest thing to hell I had ever seen. A cold certainty settled into my bones: this could be me. Married to a vampire lord, kept in his castle, slowly erased until I stared at the wall and called it peace.