Page 29 of Chains of Obsession

My hands grab her tits and I squeeze them gently. She moans loud and cums hard on my cock. I cannot take it any longer, her pussy is just too good, too tight and I fill her with my cum.

When it’s over,I untie her and lie down on the couch and lay her on my chest. I can feel her still dripping on me from the both of us. We continue to lie together on the couch, the fire casting a warm glow over us. I run my fingers through her hair, smiling to myself knowing that I’m holding my beautiful wife.

“We will start over. Whatever it takes, Amelia.” I say softly, breaking the silence.

She doesn’t respond, but the way she curls closer to me, her hand holding mine, tells me everything I need to know. For the first time in years, I feel a glimmer of hope. It’s fragile, like glass, but it’s enough to hold onto and as I hold Amelia in my arms, I know one thing for certain: If it means going to war with the entire world. I’ll keep her safe.

Amelia stirs slightly in my arms, her breathing soft and steady. The faint glow of the fire highlights the curve of her cheek, her parted lips, the vulnerability she rarely allows anyone to see. My chest tightens as I watch her sleep, the weight of everything crashing down on me.

She’s mine. But it’s not enough. Not yet. The image of her swollen with my child flashes through my mind, vivid and consuming. It’s more than a desire—it’s a need, a primal hunger to solidify what we’ve built, to anchor her to me in a way that’s undeniable and unbreakable.

Amelia doesn’t realize it yet, but she was made for this life. Forme. She’s already stronger than most of the men who serveme, and she doesn’t even know it. If I can just shape her, guide her, she could be the perfect mafia queen who is ruthless when necessary, compassionate when the moment calls for it.

But most importantly,mine. Completely, irrevocably mine. I brush a strand of hair from her face, my fingers lingering on her soft skin. She stirs again, her lashes fluttering as her eyes slowly open. For a moment, she looks at me with a softness that takes my breath away.

“Matteo?” she murmurs, her voice husky with sleep.

“I’m here, Always.” I say, my voice low and steady.

Her lips twitch, as if she wants to smile but doesn’t quite trust herself to. “What time is it?”

“Late. Go back to sleep my love. It’s alright.” I reply, shifting slightly so she’s more comfortable against me.

But she doesn’t. Instead, she sits up, her gaze searching mine. “You’re thinking about something,” she says, her voice laced with suspicion.

I lean back, a slow smile spreading across my face. “I’m always thinking about something.”

“Tell me” She presses, her eyes narrowing.

I hesitate for a moment, weighing how much to reveal. Then, I decide to give her a sliver of the truth. “I’m thinking about our future,” I say, my hand resting on her thigh, the touch both possessive and tender.

“Ourfuture,” she repeats, her tone unreadable.

“Yes. You and me. Building something stronger, something unshakable. A family.” I say, my voice firm.

Her breath catches, and I see the flicker of fear in her eyes. “Matteo, we just—”

“I know. But this doesn’t end here, Amelia. Losing our child was a tragedy, but it’s not the end. We’ll try again and this time, I’ll make sure nothing takes it away from us.” I interrupt, my grip tightening slightly.

She pulls back, her eyes narrowing. “You can’t control everything, Matteo.”

“No. But I can control most things and I will. For you. For us.” I admit, my voice darkening.

The tension between us thickens, a mixture of her defiance and my unrelenting determination.

“You’re talking about a family like it’s something you can just decide on. It’s not that simple.” she says, her voice sharp.

“It is. With the right protection, the right choices, itisthat simple.” I counter, my tone hard.

She glares at me, her hands clenching into fists. “You can’t just—”

“I can, and I will,” I say, cutting her off. “This isn’t up for debate, Amelia. You’re mine, and you’ll give me what’s mine. A family. A legacy.”

Her eyes flash with anger. “I won’t be a pawn in your game, Matteo,” she says, her voice trembling but resolute.

I lean in, my hand cupping her chin as I force her to meet my gaze. “You’re not a pawn. You’re the queen of this empire.Myqueen. And together, we’ll build an empire that no one can touch.”

Her breath hitches, her defiance wavering as my thumb brushes over her lower lip. “You don’t get to dictate my life,” she whispers.

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