SamuelWilson

(18+ 18+ I repeat 18+ there's a lot of sex scenes here and the author will not give warning on any chapter)

Title: Sinful Obssession

Synopsis:

Mia thought landing a job as the personal assistant to Victor Hayes, the ruthless and dangerously sexy CEO, would be her ticket to a new life. But she never expected to become his obsession. Victor is cold, possessive, and willing to break every rule to keep Mia under his control both in the office and behind closed doors.

But when Lucas Cross, Victor’s equally powerful and dangerously charming rival, enters the picture, everything spirals out of control. Lucas isn’t just after Victor’s empire he wants Mia, and he’s willing to play dirty to get her.

Caught between two men who refuse to share, Mia is thrust into a world of forbidden desires, power games, and dangerous secrets. Both men push her limits, each offering a different kind of pleasure and a different kind of danger.

But as the rivalry between Victor and Lucas intensifies, the lines between lust, obsession, and power blur.

Mia knows playing both sides is a dangerous game but what happens when she doesn’t want to choose?

In a world where ownership means everything, Mia must decide will she be claimed, broken, or will she find a way to take control before both men destroy her?

In Sinful Possession, no one plays fair, and nothing is off-limits.

SINFUL OBSESSION

Mia woke in a haze of tangled sheets and aching limbs, the taste of last night's forbidden pleasure still heavy on her tongue. Her body bore raw reminders of Lucas's gentle yet insistent touch each curve and every ache whispered memories of unleashed desire. But mingled with that euphoria was a bitter dread that clung to her like a shadow.

Her phone vibrated suddenly, shattering the fragile calm of the early morning. The screen lit up with Victor Hayes's name a stark, unwelcome reminder of the man who claimed her. With trembling fingers, she answered.

"Mia, where the fuck are you?" Victor's voice was low, dangerous, each word dripping with menace. "You disobey me, and you will pay."

Her heart pounded as she tried to steady her voice. "I…I was just taking a walk," she stammered, her mind reeling from the implications.

"Don't lie to me," he snapped. "I know what you did. You think you can just run off and let someone else taste you? You belong to me, Mia, and you will come back."

A cold sweat broke across her skin as the memory of Lucas's tender, liberating caresses collided with the brutal certainty of Victor's claim. Her body ached for the freedom Lucas had offered, yet the terror of Victor's possessive grip left her feeling utterly trapped.

"I… I can't do this anymore," she whispered, even as a part of her still craved that stolen release.

Victor's laugh was cruel. "You think you can just walk away? You're mine. Every inch of you is mine, and no one else has a right to touch you." His words were like a slap, forcing her to confront the harsh reality she lived in.

When the call ended, a deafening silence filled the room. Mia lay there, torn between two worlds one defined by the harsh, unyielding dominance of Victor, and the other by the dangerous promise of freedom that Lucas represented. Her body still throbbed with the lingering heat of desire, yet her mind was consumed by fear.

As the first rays of dawn painted the room in a pale, indifferent light, Mia knew the path ahead was irrevocable. Every touch, every whispered command, now carried the weight of consequence. The line between submission and rebellion had been crossed, and there was no turning back.

Slowly, she rose from the bed, each movement a quiet battle against the chains of her past. Today, Mia would have to confront the reality of her choices a reality where freedom might be nothing more than an illusion, and every step taken could either shatter her or set her free.

And as she stepped out into the uncertain morning, one burning question echoed in her mind: could she ever truly break free, or was she forever bound by the sinful possession that now defined her every breath?

The Aftermath