Page 28 of Chains of Obsession

Her lips press into a thin line, and for a moment, I see the Amelia who fought me at every turn, the woman who tried to defy me even when she knew it was futile. But then something shifts. Her expression softens, and she steps closer, her fingers brushing against mine.

“Thank you,” she says quietly.

It’s not forgiveness, not acceptance, but it’s enough. For now. I reach out, my hand sliding around her waist as I pull her closer. She doesn’t resist, and the warmth of her body against mine feels like a balm to the chaos still swirling inside me.

“You’re mine, Amelia. No one will ever take you from me.” I murmur, my lips brushing against her hair.

She stiffens for a moment, but then she relaxes, her hands resting lightly on my chest.

“And you’re mine, Matteo,” she whispers back, her voice tinged with a dark resolve that sends a thrill through me. We stand here for a long moment, the sun starting to set, casting the room with a fiery glow.

There’s no going back now, no undoing the choices I’ve made or the lives I’ve taken. But in this moment, with Amelia in myarms and the world outside falling into place, I know one thing is for certain: I’ll burn down heaven and hell to keep her. I know I’ve crossed a line I can never come back from. Amelia isn’t just a part of my life now—she’s my entire world.

Later in the evening, as we sit in the quiet of my office, the weight of the day pressing down on us, I find myself thinking about the future. About the family I’ve fought to protect, and the one I’ve lost. Amelia’s hand rests on her stomach, a gesture so subtle I almost miss it. My chest tightens as I realize what she’s thinking, what she’s mourning.

“We’ll try again. When you’re ready.” I say, my voice barely above a whisper.

She looks up at me, her eyes glistening with un-shed tears. “Matteo…”

“No. Listen to me. We’ll have the family we dreamed of. I’ll make sure of it.” My hand covering hers.

Her tears spill over them, as I pull her into my arms, holding her as she cries. My own grief is a heavy weight in my chest, but I bury it for her sake. In the shadows of my empire, I’ve found something worth fighting for, worth sacrificing everything for.

As I hold Amelia, I vow to protect her, to give her the life she deserves—even if it means burning the world to the ground to do it. The silence stretches between us, broken only by the faint crackle of the fire in the hearth. Amelia’s trembling subsides in my arms, her breathing evening out, but her grip on my shirt doesn’t loosen.

I rest my chin on top of her head, inhaling the faint scent of her hair, a mixture of lavender and something uniquely hers that grounds me.

“I don’t know how to move forward,” she whispers, her voice barely audible.

“We move together. Step by step, day by day. I’ll carry the weight if I have to.” I reply firmly, pulling back just enough to meet her tear-filled gaze.

Her eyes search mine, and I see the battle waging within her—the doubt, the fear, and the flicker of something more fragile. Trust.

“You say that like it’s so simple. But it’s not. Nothing about us is simple, Matteo.” she says, her voice bitter.

“No. It’s not. But that doesn’t mean it’s impossible.” I admit, brushing a tear from her cheek with my thumb.

The firelight casts shadows across her face, highlighting the sharp edges of her beauty. She’s been through hell, yet she’s still here, still fighting, stillmine. The thought ignites something primal in me, something I can’t suppress even in the midst of our shared grief. I tilt her chin up, my thumb tracing the curve of her jaw.

“You’re the only thing that matters to me, Amelia. Don’t you see that?”

Her breath hitches, and for a moment, she looks like she might argue. But then, her lips part, and instead of words, she leans into me, her mouth finding mine in a kiss that’s desperate and raw. I pour everything into that kiss—my love, my grief, my unrelenting need to protect her. Her hands clutch at my shoulders, pulling me closer as if she can’t get enough.

I lift her into my arms, carrying her to the couch by the fire. She doesn’t resist, her head resting against my shoulder as I settle her onto my lap. For a moment, we just sit there, theweight of the day pressing down on us. But then, her hands trail up my chest, her touch igniting a fire I can’t extinguish.

“I’ve got you. I’ll always have you.”

I murmur, my lips finding the sensitive spot just below her ear. The world outside fades away as we lose ourselves in each other, our connection deepening with every touch, every kiss. It’s not just passion, it’s something more, something neither of us can put into words. I grab hold of Amelia tightly with one hand.

I rub my fingers down her silky-smooth skin and I see the goosebumps forming. I slide down her dress and remove her bra and panties all at once and I am just left there staring at her naked body. The firelight flickers off her pale skin entrancing me; how it dances across her beautiful breasts and down to her pussy.

“Don’t be afraid.” I tell her while I remove my clothes. “I will not do anything to harm you. Can you trust me?”

Amelia says nothing but only gives me a slight nod. That was enough for me. I remove my belt and make a loop. I grab her arms, tying the belt around them, I secure them through the side of the couch to a spring. To her outer leg, I make a makeshift rope out of my pants and secure that leg to the bottom of the couch. For her remaining leg, I push it down the inside of the couch, between the cushions.

I climb up on the back of the couch, lean over and dive right in. My tongue strikes her pussy and she inhales sharply as it slides into her hole. My finger finds its’ place above it directly on her clit. I tease her while my tongue continues to penetrate her. She begins to wiggle but she cannot go anywhere. I have secured her too well.

A few moments more and she can no longer contain herself and she squints her eyes shut as she frees her bottled up liquid. My face is covered with her squirting goodness. I am both shocked and highly aroused. I wipe off her pussy juices and walkup to her face and have her lick it off from my hand. I return back to the bottom of the couch and remove my underwear that is busting out the seams. I hop up in space between her and the edge of the couch and press my cock deep inside her. Amelia yells out in over-joyous pleasure, and I pound her ferociously.

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