Wild Obsession Novels & Stories

Touching her. And God, I hated myself for even thinking it. But I couldn't stop. Something is happening between them. I don't know what it is. I don't have proof. I have nothing. But tonight,I didn't feel like a worried husband I felt like a man watching his wife slip away. And that fucking hurt. _____ Alex's eyes fluttered open. For a few seconds, he just stared at the ceiling. Confused. Dazed. What the fuck? He squinted. The bright hospital light was burning his eyes.

Tender words, but I don't want them anymore. I felt he had changed his method. He tried to innovate. He switched position three times, probably trying to extort cries of excitement from me. I was not a good girl. That is the least you could say. I kept looking at the clock above the sofa and hoped it would go faster, much like when you are at school and you are anxiously waiting for the bell to deliver you. I stared at that damn clock, hoping to connect with it. I also wanted the phone to ring and free me from the heaviness of her penis. I had lost all contact with its sight. I watched it in the morning, only to see if it was still able to react if my towel fell out of the shower. I looked a

The invitation arrived in a plain black envelope, no return address, slipped under her apartment door like a secret. Inside: a single heavy card, embossed in silver. Velvet Rope Society Saturday, 11 p.m. One night. One rule: everything is consensual. Bring only your desire. Lila had heard whispers about the club—exclusive, hidden somewhere beneath the city, a place where the wealthy and the wicked gathered to buy and sell pleasure. She’d always told herself it was myth. Fantasy fodder for late-night scrolling.

"Of course, I am! Who in their fucking right minds would feel okay upon knowing that their husband wants to fuck his wife's sister?" Helios simply shrugged. He did not want to admit it to himself but it was hard for him to deny or even ignore how his body responds whenever Shantala was around. He may have hated and felt disgusted with her upon knowing that she was a stripper before but still, he was longing for her presence to the point that he would lose his mind. For him, she was like an addictive drug that was impossible to resist. "Cool your head off," he said after puffing out the smoke. "Once you are calm, let's talk about something more important."

“I can’t… stop wanting you.” I pressed her against the wall, hands roaming possessively, lips capturing hers in a kiss that burned hotter than any flame in the city below. “Good,” I growled. “Because I don’t just want you. I own you. And anyone who tries to touch you… dies in the memory of my obsession.” The night stretched on — a storm of heat, desire, and obsession. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered possessive vow reminded us both that there was no going back. Sebastian Velez would never release what was his. And Ocean… she never wanted to escape.

What I hated most, was the way she'd made me lose control. And think that was the problem. I never lost control. Not with any of my previous arrangements. And certainly not with anyone. But with her? One look from those defiant stubborn eyes and my structure rules start cracking. Fuck! I had other muses before. Beautiful women who posed for me, fucked me, and obeyed me. When I was done with them, I moved on without a second thought. So why is Aria suddenly different? Why does my body crave her? Worse, why would my mind not shut up about her?

9Maya. I’d never been like this before. Not with anyone. Not with myself. Obsession felt like a sickness, something I couldn’t shake, something that turned my days into endless waiting, my nights into hours spent staring at the ceiling, aching and empty and full of wild, helpless want.

Her eyebrows arch as she moans softly in her sleep. “Hmm.” I smile, her soft sound reminding me what we were doing before we heard the gunshots. “That was a waste.” I murmur. I almost got a taste of one of the fantasies I have been silently wanting for years. Mel soft lips wrapped around my dick. I shudder at the thought. “Who knows? Maybe, I would have satisfied this… this obsession, and gotten you out of here, far from this crazy world I brought you into.” Staring at her face, I climb in the space next to her and lie down, wondering if I would actually be able to let her go in the end.

The Lycans red eyes scanned his environment for the creature who dared to hurt his mate. His eyes couldn’t see where the witch had hidden, he raised his snot and sniffed the air around him, as his paw moved and shattered the glass in front of him, he sniffed again when he got the witches scent, he moved majestically and slowing to where the witch was hiding her injured body trying to protect herself from the wild beast.

God, Stone. Every single time that man reached out and touched my skin, something deep and hidden inside me woke up completely. The dark way he looked at me wasn’t just simple lust—it was a deep, unyielding obsession. It was total possession. It was like I had suddenly become the absolute center of his violent, lawless world the exact second I walked up to his bar stool. A huge part of me was completely terrified by that intensity. This wild life—the hidden compound, the strict club rules, the constant danger I could feel humming beneath every single conversation—could easily swallow a girl like me whole. What if I lost myself completely in his shadow? What if one day the club's dangerous bu