Page 22 of Chains of Obsession

Her eyes narrow, and for a moment, I think she’ll push me away again. But instead, she leans in, her lips brushing mine in a kiss that’s more war than surrender. I meet her fire with my own, my hand tangling in her hair as I press her against the mattress. The kiss deepens, turning rough and desperate, a clash of teeth and tongues that leave us both breathless. Her nails rake down my back, and the sting only fuels the heat between us.

She bites my bottom lip, hard enough to draw a hiss from me, I pull back just enough to see the defiance burning in her eyes.

“You don’t scare me,” she says, her voice low and daring.

I chuckle darkly, my hand sliding beneath the fabric of her shirt to feel the warmth of her skin. “Maybe you should be.”

Her breath hitches, but she doesn’t look away. Instead, she arches into my touch, her body responding even as her mind tries to resist.

“Admit it,” I murmur, my lips brushing against her ear. “You hate how much you want me.”

Her fingers grip my shoulders, and for a moment, I think she’ll deny it. But then she pulls me closer, her voice barely a whisper. “I hate you.”

The words are a lie, and we both know it. She grips my shirt even tighter; I glance at her and she throws it over my head, her fingers trailing the curves of my abs. I give her a small smirk as I pop the buttons on her shirt, ripping it off her body in one go.

She doesn’t waste any time before undoing the button on my pants and pushes them off without hesitation. She plays with the elastic on my boxers and pushes them past my ankles. I give her a dark smirk as I pull off her pants and underwear, taking my time and rubbing my thumbs on her hips and inner thighs.

“Oh, I’m sure you don’t. My treasure. Your body is showing me otherwise.”

I chuckle darkly as I kiss her neck softly, making her shiver as I see how her body is responding to me.

I keep rubbing circles on her thighs getting my fingers closer to her wet plump pussy. My desire is growing with every second. My need making it hard to breathe. I know she just went through a major trauma, but this is something that cannot wait. She clearly wants it just as much as I do but getting her to accept it will be the hardest part. I spread her legs slowly and kiss her deeply so she can’t resist me. I make out with her and line my hard penis up to the entrance of her pussy. I take a deep breath and push it inside her. God, I love the way she feels. Amelia flinches a bit but it was fleeting. It was possibly just the sudden shock of my cock inside her. I thrust in and out of her a few times and notice that she barely is moving and not moaning all that much.

I abruptly stop and she puts her hand on my chest and pushes. It isn’t rough, it isn’t out of hate. It is something else. I let Ameliapush me back and my dick falls out of her. I don’t know what is happening. It is surprising to me and I am left disarmed. She gets off of the bed and guides me to take a seat.

She slowly draws closer and puts her hands on my shoulders, pulling herself up. So carefully and slowly, she then lowers herself down on top of my dick which slips into her soft, soaking wet pussy. I am all the way inside of her, she gasps and then wraps her arms around me. I can feel her warm plump breasts pressing against my chest. I grab a hold of her, wrapping my arms around her, making the distance around us inexistant. Amelia whispers in my ear, “Help me.” I understand right away what she was meaning.

I tighten my hands around her waist and lift her up until only half of my shaft is still in her. I let her go and she falls back down taking all my 12 inches again. She gasps and moans loudly. I need no further instructions. I continue to lift her up, releasing her and she continues moaning louder and louder. Amelia begins to get wetter and tighter as she starts grinding on me all the way up and down while I fuck her. All of a sudden, she lets a scream of ecstasy as she cums hard, harder than I ever remember her doing before. I cannot contain myself.

The feeling is too great, and I send my load deep inside of her throbbing pussy. I let her go but she remains sitting on top of my cock, cum oozing out from around it. She just sits there, holding me tightly. After some time, I take her to lay down and then lie beside her and just hold her. We lay tangled together in the darkness, the air still heavy with the remnants of our passion. Her breathing is uneven, her body trembling beneath mine, but she doesn’t push me away. For a moment, there’s silence, broken only by the faint hum of the night outside. Then she speaks, her voice soft but resolute.

“This doesn’t mean I forgive you,” she says.

“I don’t need your forgiveness; I just need you.” I reply, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

Her eyes meet mine, and there’s a flicker of something I can’t quite place—fear, anger, maybe even longing. “You’re dangerous, Matteo,” she whispers.

“So are you, Amelia and that’s why we’re perfect together.” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

She doesn’t respond, but as her eyes flutter shut, I know the battle between us is far from over. In the dark, with her still in my arms, I allow myself a rare moment of peace. She may fight me, hate me, even try to escape me—but she’ll never succeed.

Because no matter what it takes, she’s mine. Forever.

Chapter eight

Love and Betrayal

Amelia

The truth, when itcomes, is a knife to the gut. Luca. My brother. My blood. The person who held my hand through every storm in our childhood is the same person who orchestrated the chaos tearing my life apart now.

The documents I’ve found, smuggled into my possession by a sympathetic outsider, lay it all bare. Luca didn’t just betray me, he betrayed my father, our family. He aligned himself with enemies, feeding them information, maneuvering to claim power that wasn’t his. My father’s death wasn’t just a tragedy; it was a carefully constructed move in Luca’s game of chess.

The paper trembles in my hands as I sit alone in the sprawling bedroom Matteo has confined me to. Anger, grief, and an overwhelming sense of loss incase me. How could Luca do this? How could the brother I once adored, who promised to always protect me, become the architect of my pain?

A sound at the door jolts me from my thoughts. Matteo strides in, his dark eyes scanning me with their usual intensity. He doesn’t speak at first, his gaze lingering on the papers in my lap before meeting my tear-streaked face.

“What is it?” he asks, his voice low but edged with tension.

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