Their Secret Obsession Novels & Stories

He moved his hand to drive Riley's private secretary out. After Serra came out, his gaze was very sharp on the camera that was on the table, the little camera that he had hidden so well now was destroyed, so he couldn't pay attention to Riley again. He only had two hidden cameras left, and he was smiling because he could hide that he was the culprit. After an hour had passed, the sleeping woman woke up like a sleeping beauty in a fairy tale, her flustered expression extremely beautiful in the eyes of the man beside her.

Once inside the bedroom, I wrapped my arms around his neck, teasing him. "Theo, how many years have you been secretly crushing on me?" He cupped my face and pressed a kiss into the hollow of my neck. "I don't know. By the time I realized it, I was already obsessed. You and Nate were so close growing up, I never dared to hope for anything. Until that year, when I found you lifeless in the snow. I felt like the world was ending. Nate wouldn't save you, and I couldn't imagine a world without you. Even if marking you meant I could only love you in secret for the rest of my life, I would do it."

Two dangerous people sat tangled together in the dark, bound by obsession, secrets, and the quiet promise of destruction. And somewhere far away... completely unaware of how deeply she was being watched... Elara was already beginning to fall apart.

“Alright, then you go first. Share one of your secrets with me.” A devilish grin crept across Chris’s face. “Well, if you insist…” He leaned in conspiratorially. “I have a secret obsession.” I arched an eyebrow. “With what?” “Chocolate.” I couldn't contain my snort of laughter. “That’s not much of a secret, Chris! You were always sneaking chocolate as a kid, even when I tried to hide it from you.” Heat crept into Chris’s cheeks at the implication of our previous history, but he maintained his easy smile. “Hey, the habit stuck. That’s all I’m saying.”

Dakota POV I stand in the doorway of the bathroom, watching her wash my cum off her face. She turns me on in unreal ways. I want to own her body. I want to be deep inside her pussy. The thoughts I have of her are not typical. She is my obsession. She cleans her face and walks to me, standing in the doorway of her bathroom. “What do you want to do to me now, stud?” Tonya asks me. The thoughts that are going through my mind are wild and machinist. “I want to take you to your bedroom,” I say to her.

" I could never ask that of you but I will ask my boyfriend where the hell is my passport. " "You can do that but he's going to ask you where you are going and given the report that he gave me last night I think that you too are back on good terms but it feels as a the secrets that you too keep from each other are the very things that are going to haunt you and come back to bite you at the end of the day and I know that you want to keep things to yourself but I don't know if it's me or if it seems as if you have a type you do seem to have a type and it's workaholics who tend to be obsessed with one thing …

SUMMARY I have a secret. I’m in love with my best friend, but I’ve never told her. Sharing feelings is right up there with all-time terrible things. Instead of saying it, I show her how I feel every day. I watch Big Brother with her. We have scary movie night. I hold her hair when she’s puking. That’s love in my books. Only…she’s not been the same recently, and I don’t know how to fix it. I hope she knows I'd do anything for her.

He stopped himself, jaw tight, like the confession had gotten away from him faster than he intended. "Say it," she said softly. "Whatever you were about to say." "It isn't rational," he said, low. "I know that. I know obsession isn't the same as love, and I've been careful not to confuse the two in front of you, because you deserve better than a boy who can't tell the difference. But since the courtyard on your first morning, I have not been able to stop tracking where you are, who you're with, whether you're safe, down to an hour I can account for. It isn't a choice I make each day. It's simply what I do now. What I've done since before either of us understood why."

“You walk into a room and you tilt the whole axis.” I swallowed hard. “I didn’t ask for attention.” “You don’t have to. You command it.” My fingers clenched the page. This wasn’t flirting. This wasn’t harmless. This was obsession dressed in restraint. “You don’t even know me,” I whispered. “I know enough.” His thumb dragged a slow circle just above my knee. “I know you haven’t let anyone in. I know you don’t trust easily. I know you keep your secrets stitched tight under that pretty skin.”

He appeared to be a decent man; it is unfortunate that he ended up with Mother. I felt pressed, so I excused myself to the bathroom. Just as I was about to turn the doorknob, the door swung open, and green eyes met blue. My body trembled, my lips quivered, and I felt my heartbeat stop at that instant. Nothing made sense, especially not with my stepbrother half-naked before me and the fact that I knew his dirty little secret. “Cold shower, just like you asked,” he brings his lips close to my ear and whispers.