Page 11 of Chains of Obsession

“You’re wrong about me. You think I’m the villain in this story, but we both know the truth, Amelia.”

She doesn’t respond. Her chest is rising and falling too quickly, and I can feel the heat radiating off of her. I can’t resist that fire. I close the distance, pressing my lips to hers, soft at first, testing the waters.

I don’t expect her to kiss me back like she did before, but when she does, it sends a shock straight to my chest. It’s not gentle, not the kiss of a woman who’s willing to submit. It’s fierce and desperate, and it ignites a flame inside me that I can’t control. My hand slides to the back of her neck, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss. She responds with a hunger that mirrors mine, and before I know it, my hands are roaming, finding the curve of her waist, the softness of her skin beneath the fabric of her dress. She’s so close now, I can feel the rapid beat of her heart, her breath against my mouth.

“Stop fighting it,” I growl against her lips. “I can see it, Amelia. You want this just as much as I do.”

She pulls away, her hands pushing against my chest, but her touch isn’t forceful. It’s hesitant, like she’s trying to convince herself this isn’t happening.

“I hate you,” she whispers, her voice trembling.

I smile, my fingers still resting against her waist, not letting her slip away. “I know.”

And then I kiss her again. Not to take control, but to remind her that this is inevitable. That we are inevitable. It’s happening faster than I expect. One minute, we’re standing in that damn library, our bodies barely touching. The next, she’s pulling me toward the stairs, her body pressed flush against mine as we move toward the bedroom. I’m not sure which one of us is leading, but in that moment, it doesn’t matter.

All that matters is the way her body responds to mine, the way her hands grip my shirt and pull me in closer. Once the door isshut behind us, I waste no time. My hands find the edge of her dress, pulling it over her head with a single, smooth motion.

She doesn’t protest, doesn’t hesitate, and for a brief, fleeting moment, I think she might actually want this as much as I do. But the doubt is always there, always lurking beneath the surface, and I can’t shake it. Her lips are on mine again, feverish and demanding, as if she can’t get enough. She rips my shirt open, her fingers frantic, and for a moment, I wonder if she’s trying to punish me as much as she wants me. Either way, it feels like a game I’m willing to lose. We fall onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, her body pressing against mine as the world outside ceases to exist.

There’s no pretense here, no games. It’s just us, raw and exposed, and I’ve never wanted anything more. Her mouth moves over my skin, and I feel the heat of her touch everywhere. She’s not shy anymore—she’s hungry, driven by something primal. And that’s when I realize, finally, that I’ve crossed a line with her. We both have. And there’s no going back. This isn’t just about control.

This is about need. And it’s a need I can’t escape. The tension in the room is unbearable, thick enough to cut through the silence that hangs between us. Amelia’s breath is coming in sharp bursts, her chest rising and falling beneath the thin fabric of her dress, her hands trembling against my skin as if she’s fighting the war inside her. She’s no longer pretending she doesn’t want this.

I take a deep breath, my mind a storm of emotions I can’t quite process, but my body—my body is clear. It’s clear that I want her, that I need her, in a way that goes beyond desire, beyond lust. She’s everything I can’t have, and that makes her all the more irresistible. Her lips are soft against mine, hesitant at first, but then she deepens the kiss, and everything else fades.

It’s just the two of us, the world outside this room is irrelevant. Every touch, every movement, pulls me closer to the edge of something I know I can’t come back from. She pulls back just enough to meet my gaze, her breath shallow, her lips swollen from our kiss.

Her eyes are dark, filled with a mix of defiance and something else, something that makes my pulse race even faster. My fingers sliding beneath the hem of her panties, feeling the smoothness of her skin beneath my touch. Her body shudders, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she leans into me, closing the space between us with a kiss that has me losing all sense of control.

My hands trace her back, pulling her even closer, until there’s not a single inch of space between us. Every touch, every caress, feels like a spark that ignites a fire I can’t extinguish. She moves with me, her body responding to mine, her hands pushing me down onto the bed. It’s a claim, a surrender, and an assertion of power all at once. She’s not just a passive participant in this moment—she’s claiming me just as much as I’m claiming her.

Her lips move to my neck, and I feel her breath warm against my skin. Her teeth graze the sensitive flesh of my throat, sending a jolt of desire straight to my core. I groan, my hands sliding to her hips, pulling her down onto me, feeling the heat of her body press against mine.

“I want you,” I say, the words rawer than I intended, but I can’t take them back. I can’t stop. “Now. Completely.”

She hesitates, but only for a moment. Then, with a sharp intake of breath, she nods, her hands moving with purpose, tugging at the buttons of my pants, her fingers trembling with anticipation.

There’s no more pretense, no more defiance. Just the undeniable pull of desire, dragging us both deeper into something we can’t control, can’t escape. When her hands finally slide my pants off and slip under the fabric of my boxers, I feela rush of heat, the rawness of the moment consuming me. The sensation of her fingertips on my skin makes everything else fade, the world outside this room nonexistent. All that matters is her touch, the way her body moves against mine, the way she responds to me.

She kisses me again, this time with a passion that mirrors my own, her lips hot and demanding, her body pressed tightly against me. I respond with my hands moving to the back of her neck, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss until we’re both breathless, desperate for more. I can feel her heart racing beneath my palms, and the tension in her muscles as if she’s torn between resistance and surrender.

But I won’t let her pull away. Not now. Not when we’re this close to the edge.

“Don’t stop,” I murmur against her lips, my voice rough with need.

She doesn’t answer, but the way her hands move, the way she arches against me, tells me everything I need to know. She wants this, wants me, as much as I want her. And I can’t fight it any longer. I grab her soft hand and direct it down to the package I have waiting for her. She takes it firmly, claiming it as if it were hers. I let out a gasp as she strokes it. I lay there for a few moments enjoying the vigorous handjob she was giving me.

“The night is just getting startedcara mia.” I tell her.

I reach up to her back and remove her bra with no effort at all. I then wrap my legs around her and with one seamless movement, I flip her on her back.

I watch Amelia’s confused expressions on her face with satisfaction before lifting her legs up into the air and with one hand I rip off her panties. I don’t just let her legs drop, I force them down into the bed with the weight of my body. I glance up to her face and see her lips quivering. She is trying to form a word. I can imagine it iswait, however, she will not get so lucky.I dive my head down between her legs and she gasps. She arches her back as my tongue brushes between her dripping wet pussy lips. She closes her eyes and grasps the blankets in her hands as I lick her throbbing clit.

Amelia opens her eyes just in time to notice me move forward. The tip of my cock rubbing at the entrance of her pink hole. I smile as she shuts her eyes tightly in anticipation of what’s to come. I push in, slamming my hard cock deep inside of her. She lets out a scream but again she is lost for words. That suits me just fine.

I continue pounding her tight pussy, making her cum creamier as she starts to drip from cumming so much. I start to hope that she is enjoying this as much as I am. I expect that she would be, probably more. My balls start to get tight as I get near climax. She must have noticed that I am getting close because she starts to squirm.

“No Matteo. Not inside. Anything but inside.”

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