Devil's Psychopathic Obsession

Devil's Psychopathic Obsession

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Introduction

*** “Get back here Bella. Do not even try because you can't get away from me, do not let me catch you myself.”
“I don't want to have anything to do with you," she retorted angrily.
“Oh, sweetheart, that is totally on you. Do you know how long I have been invested in you?”

“You kidnapped me and brought me here. I don't want to be here and I'm not letting you touch me," her voice was so strong.
He loved her challenge: it only made him harder.

"Me touching you is definitely happening. You absolutely can't resist it for too long: you can only enjoy it now,” he said in a low, dangerous voice. With that, he quickly ran around the kitchen counter and caught her.
“Got you… You can't run away from me Bella; no matter how hard you try I will always find you.

“Let me go… now,” she shouted.

“Not when I'm still breathing baby, you will love every single thing I do to you” he carried her over his shoulder to the bedroom…

At a young age, Mirabella Antonio lost everything.
Her parents died suddenly in a car crash. They died with a debt tagged to their names. A year later, her older brother, David was murdered in cold blood, trying to keep her safe and pay off the debt their parents owed. And the man at the center of it all was Hunter Groves.

Four years later, he saw her again.
He wants her.
And Hunter doesn’t ask. He only takes.
She opposed him in every way possible but he took her in every way possible. He is determined to imprint himself on her body and soul and that he did.

Note; Dark romance; Male lead is a totally obsessed psychopath. Trigger warnings

Chapter 1

The music throbbed low in the walls of Devil's Den club, but back here, in my private penthouse suite, there was only heat and breath and reckless abandon.

Mia moaned.

Her bare back slammed softly against the plush of the velvet couch, her fingers scratching at my broad shoulders like she wanted to dig into my skin. What was left of her dress hung around her waist, her bra tossed somewhere across the floor.

My mouth was at her throat, biting, teasing, licking like I was starving. I think I was starving, because my last sex was the previous day. I have been busy following up on the transportation of my goods until they reach their destination. Business has been fucking draining, and letting off steam was a requirement in this line. Maybe not for everyone, but it was for me.

“Fuck, you taste like sin,” I growled, one hand gripping her jaw as I forced her head back, baring her neck further. “You like being used, don’t you, fucking pussy?”

“Yes… God, yes… I like it so… much.” she whimpered, writhing beneath me. “Please don’t stop…”

I chuckled, dark and cruel.

“I’m not even close to done with you.”

My other hand trailed from her neck down, my knuckles brushing over her heaving breasts, my fingers lingered as I cupped her full breast in my huge hand. Her boobs were soft, I tugged at her nipples painfully and she moaned. My hand slid further, slipping between her thighs. She gasped sharply, her hips arching into my hand.

“Already soaked,” I muttered. “Fucking filthy little thing.”

Suddenly, I stopped after my first touch on her pussy. Drew a single chair closer, sat on it, away from her.

“Now please yourself,” I said.

“Huh? Hunter please I need your big dick inside my pussy not my own fingers,” she pleaded desperately.

“Fucking do as I say bitch. Open your legs wide and fucking give me a nice show, like the fucking slut you are.”

She quickly removed the remaining clothing on her body, opened her legs very wide for my view and started to work slowly on her body.

Everything was open to my display now, her full breasts. Her tight rosy nipples were pointing directly at me. Her pussy was so wet and throbbing for my touch.

She leaned against the couch and started with her two hands cupping her full breasts. She pinched her nipples and let out a moan as she bit down on her bottom lips.

“Yes, just like that,” I said, placing my right hand on my swollen dick now. I was still clothed.

“Suck your nipples for me,” I commanded.

She did, desperately trying to please me.

Her right hand trailed down to her navel, and then to her center. She gave a stroke to her clit and breathed heavily. She continued stroking her pussy with her fingers as she threw her head back in pleasure.

Her other hand was behind her head, clutching the head of the couch. “Hunter… please…”

I gave my groin a small stroke above my trousers. “Don't fucking stop… and don't cum…”.

She kept on stroking herself, making wide body movements on the couch and making loud slutty sounds. Her pussy was now producing a slimy sound due to how wet she was.

She was now at the edge of climax, trying not to cum just yet.

Her breathing became shallow, and I knew she was very close.

“Do not fucking cum, you only do that when I want you to. You are too much of a slut for me to let you cum.” I am a devil after all, and I find pleasure in things like this.

She was on the verge of tears now. “Hunter please let me…” Her breathing was now very heavy, shallow and raging. Her moaning was very loud and pleading.

Her body vibrated just once, signaling she could not hold it in anymore, so I yanked her hand from her pussy.

Pure torture.

Pure dominance. This is all I am about. You can only take what I give you.

She lets out a cry of frustration and need.

“Please let me cum just this once,” her eyes red and wide from pending tears.

“You are not allowed to come just yet.”

I was now between her legs.

My fingers found her center, stroking once, then twice, just to tease her. I didn’t give her what she wanted. Not yet. Just slow, maddening circles over her clit. Watching her twist and beg.

She trembled under me. Her hands clutched at my hair now, trying to pull me down for more contact. “Please, Hunter… please…”

I grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head.

“Don’t rush me,” I warned, my voice low and dangerous. “I like watching you squirm.”

And squirm she did.

I kissed down her chest, tongue circling one nipple, then the other, suckling just enough to make her cry out in pleasure. Then my hand slid lower, one finger making circled movement on her clit.

Two of my thick fingers were thrust into her, and she gasped, hips jerking forward.

“Oh, fuck…”

“You like that, don't you?” I growled, pumping slow and deep, curling just right.

“Y-yes!”

“Say it.”

“I love it! I love it when you fuck me with your fingers!”

“Good girl.” I added a third finger.

She screamed.

“Louder,” I said, biting her left breast hard enough to leave a mark as I inserted a fourth finger inside her pussy. “Let the whole damn building hear you.”

Mia’s moans echoed off the walls as my hand moved faster and relentlessly. Her body writhed, her eyes rolling back, her legs shaking around my waist.

And just when she was about to cum, very close…

I stopped.

“No…” she cried out. “Why…? Please…”

“Because I’m not done torturing you.”

I stood, dragging her roughly to the edge of the couch. I undid my belt with slow, deliberate clicks, my eyes dark with hunger. My cock strained against my slacks, thick and pulsing and throbbing.

I stroked it once. Twice. Then grabbed her hair.

“Open your mouth.”

She obeyed.

I slid in deep, groaning low as her lips wrapped around me. “That’s it, bitch. Take every fucking inch, take it all in,” I grunted.

Grabbing the back of her head, I forced her to take all of me in. She gagged, but I couldn't bring myself to care. I fucked her mouth deep and fast.

Mia gagged violently, but I didn’t let up.

“You came to my club for this, didn’t you? To get used by someone who doesn’t give a fuck about you.”

She nodded, saliva spilling down her chin.

“God, you’re pathetic,” I muttered, thrusting deeper and deeper. “And I fucking love it.”

After a few more seconds, I pulled out, leaving her gasping for breath.

“Turn around,” I ordered.

Mia scrambled to obey, hands holding onto the back of the couch, her ass arched perfectly for me. I stepped behind her, one hand gripping her hip, the other dragging down her spine.

She was dripping wet, and her pink pussy was open to me.

I quickly opened the drawer on the table just beside the couch and brought out a condom which I wore quickly.

I aligned my pulsing dick to her welcoming pussy and slammed into her without warning with one powerful thrust.

Mia screamed from the pain and tried to move away, but she couldn't overpower my grip on her hip. I pulled out and pushed in again with unwithered force, the sound of skin clapping against skin could be heard.

“Fuck, yes,” I grunted, snapping my hips. “That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it? To be fucked like a toy?”

“Yes…oh God, yes!”

I pounded into her mercilessly, each thrust harder than the last. Her cries grew higher, wilder. I grabbed her hair, yanked her head back and fucked her deeper.

She was unraveling. Shaking.

And then

She broke.

“Ah… yess.. Yes, please don't stop.”

Her orgasm hit like a thunderclap, her body vibrating from the sweetness of what she just experienced, screaming my name, legs trembling. But I didn’t stop.

I kept going for minutes. I am not easily satisfied.

“I can't take it anymore,” she cried out, after long minutes of me pounding my cock into her.

“Oh shut up, you are going to take everything I give you, slut."

I kept on ramming into her pussy continuously until I found release with a savage groan, spilling deep inside her, my nails digging into her hips.

When my orgasm had calmed, I pulled out of her pussy without a word, and removed the filled condom to dispose of it in the waste bin.

Mia collapsed onto the couch, breathless and tired.

I zipped up, and turned to her.

“That’s it,” I said coldly. “You can go now.”

She blinked at me, shocked. “What…?”

“You served your purpose. Don’t wait for a call back. I don't repeat with too loose pussies.”

Mia sat in stunned silence as I grabbed my phone from the table.

I dialed a number.

“Tobias,” I called, my voice now calm and business-like. “Get the boys ready. We’re paying the Antonio estate a visit tomorrow afternoon.”

I hung up.

My eyes darkened, turning towar

d the window, where the lights of the city flickered like sin.

The Antonios owed me more than money.

And now that the parents are gone…

It was time to collect in a different currency.

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Shane Blackwood is his name.

And he's a monster.

He's toxic, cruel and psychotic beyond your wildest imagination.

I knew all this.

And yet, I signed that stupid agreement.

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Completely.

There's no escape.

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