All Chapters of Dark obsessions: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Adrian“I'm so sorry, Pavel. Minnie ran into your room and I had to go in to find her.” She stammers in fear as Pavel grips her tight.“I already told you to get your stupid cat off my path. You just won't listen. Maybe you'll listen after I kill it.” He threatens and Irina's face suddenly pales as she shakes her head.“No, no. Not Minnie.” She mutters, shaking her head.“Then keep your stupid pet away.” He hisses in anger and suddenly raises his hand. Wait, is he going to hit her? Like, hit her?“Pavel!” Irina calls as her chest heaves. She's scared and tears have already gathered in her eyes.“You'll listen after I teach you a lesson. Keep your mad self to your room. I don't know why you're not locked up in a psychiatric hospital. That's where your fellow mad patients stay.” He says with venom in his voice and, that's harsh. Why call his sister Mad? He's going to hit her and I can tell it's not the first time, by the way, Irina's response. There's no way I'll watch that, so just wh

Nikolai I'm fucking pissed. Not at Adrian but at myself. His words really cut deep and I can't help but feel guilty. I abandoned Irina, though I didn't mean to, but I have no good explanation to give for not talking to her or even calling for six months.Zorya hates Irina and I. She only loves her stupid son Pavel. And right from when we were kids, she made sure to remind us every day that she hated us. I basically became Irina's backbone. We were siblings who loved each other. I still love her and I'd do anything for her. And Pavel? He hits her? He used to do that when we were very much younger, I had no fucking idea that he's still doing that shit. How dare he? And he even calls her mad.Irina is not mad, she's only suffering from PTSD and it's all because of Zorya.She treated her so badly and never gave her that motherly love and attention that became traumatic for Irina as she soon fell into depression. She became quick to anger and withdrew herself from everyone. I was the onl

AdrianA smile forms on Nikolai's lips, I know he's waiting for me to say something and I seriously don't know what to say. I'm confused. I've never liked men, but my sexuality betrays me each time I come near him. I want to confirm something.“Go on with it. So I can get out of here. You won’t succeed, Nikolai.” I grunt and Nikolia only smiles at me. He can try his luck, but I won't fall for any of his stupid tricks. I won't.“We'll see about that.” He utters, his fingertips drawing imaginary lines on my cheeks down to my chin. It leaves this lingering sensation that sends electrifying jolts down my spine. Fuck! I really don't like where this is going.He closes the space between us and the moment his naked hard chest touches me, I stiffen. He's getting to me. He's been doing that for weeks!He leans forward, sniffling my neck. “You smell so fucking good. Has anyone told you that, pretty boy?” he asks curiously, his breath fanning my neck. It feels so hot and good. No, no, I can't fa

Adrian “Fuck! Moy novy iyubimy.” Nikolai suddenly curses the moment I rise to my feet. My brow furrows while I glance at him. Hoping whatever I just heard him utter was a joke. ‘Moy Novy iyubimy’ translates to ‘My new favorite’ in English. Now, who and what exactly is his New favorite? And why the fucking hell did he just cum on my face. The moment I sigh, I feel the salty taste of his cum in my mouth. Fuck. I sigh yet again, running my hands through my hair, before brushing past him and heading straight to his bathroom. I wash his fucking cum off my face. I pant, placing my hand on the sink as I stare at my reflection in the mirror.I just went down on my knees to suck a man’s dick. Did I enjoy it? Yes. Fucking too much that I'm hard. I can feel my dick straining against my pants. I want to walk back to that room, strip before Nikolai, so he'll run his tattooed fingers through my body, touch me as his fucking breath fills my nose. I want to get off and I want Nikolai to be the one

Adrian I've been avoiding Nikolai and I’ve been doing a great job at it. I hover around Kuzma all the time. There's no way he'll start saying lewd words to me when Kuzma is around me, so my plan works.I and Kuzma stand by the SUV waiting for him and Ilya to come out. Minutes have passed and I can only guess that Olga succeeded in making him stay for breakfast.We wait for another ten minutes as Kuzma fills me in on a few things. He actually tends to talk a lot and definitely has a lot to say. I do well to reply to him whether it's needed, to not make him feel bad.Soon after, we see Nikolai approaching without Ilya. He's now wearing a coat. I thought he was immune to the cold after living in Russia for 30 years. I'm wearing one, I can't afford to get sick.As he approaches, I can easily tell that he's not in the mood. His face is contorted in rage and the look on his face screams back off. I've never seen him look this angry, I mean he's always trying to be an annoying ass. “The bo