Page 32 of Chains of Obsession

“I need you to understand one thing.”

“What’s that?”

He smirks, but it’s not the charming kind. It’s the kind that hints at chaos, at destruction. The look he gets when he tries to stir the flames inside me. “You’re my obsession. My addiction. I don’t let go of what’s mine.”

My spine shivers, a year ago I would have ran out of the room or even tried to sock him in the face but I have surrendered to the darkness that gives me more confidence and the ability to test him in more ways than one.

“What if I let go first?” I ask, testing the boundaries.

His grip tightens just enough to make me gasp. “You won’t. Because I’ll remind you every day why you can’t.” he says, his voice a dangerous whisper.

I should fight him. I should pull away and reclaim whatever shards of independence I have left. But instead, I press closer, my hands sliding up his chest, feeling the steady, powerful beat of his heart beneath my fingertips. “Then stop talking and show me,” I challenge, my voice bold and reckless.

His laugh is low and dark, the sound vibrating through me. “Careful what you wish for.”

Without another word, Matteo spins me around, his movements calculated yet feverish. My back hits the edge of his desk, and before I can process what’s happening, he sweeps the papers and files onto the floor with one swift motion.

“Matteo, what—”

He cuts me off with a kiss, deep and consuming, his hands tangling in my hair as he tilts my head back. His dominance isn’t just physical; it’s in the way he commands every inch of spacearound him, pulling me into his world where he makes the rules, and I bend to them. But I don’t bend easily. Not anymore.

I claw at his shirt, ripping buttons free as I push against him. “I’m not your puppet,” I hiss, breaking the kiss long enough to glare at him.

He chuckles, the sound low and menacing. “No but that doesn’t mean I won’t break you if I have to.”

Something inside me snaps, not in fear but in exhilaration. I shove him hard, sending him back a step. His grin widens, like a predator who’s found a worthy opponent.

“You want to play,regina?” he taunts, his voice dripping with danger. “Then play.”

I lunge at him, my lips crashing against his as our desires and obsessions collide in a storm of heat and fury. His hands are everywhere, claiming, demanding my body, but I meet him with equal fire, refusing to let him dominate me completely. In this moment, we’re not captor and captive. We’re two forces of nature, equally destructive, equally consuming. In this moment we are husband and wife. Matteo’s hand cups my cheek, his thumb brushing over my swollen lips.

“See? You belong here, Amelia. In the darkness.” his voice softer now but no less dangerous.

I close my eyes, leaning into his touch. “What if the darkness consumes me further?”

His lips press against my lips passionately, the gesture startlingly tender. “Then we’ll burn together.”

A shiver runs through me, but it’s not fear. It’s acceptance. Of him, of us, of the twisted, bond we’ve forged.

“Let it burn,” I whisper, my voice steady and full of resolve.

Matteo pulls me close, his arms wrapping around me like a cage. For the first time, I don’t feel trapped. I feel free. Because the truth is, I’ve become just as obsessed with him as he is with me.

There’s no turning back now. Matteo’s arms remain locked around me, his heartbeat pounding against my cheek like a war drum, steady and relentless. The silence between us is thick, not with uncertainty, but with a shared understanding. We’ve crossed a line—one we can’t come back from—and neither of us wants to.

“You know what happens now, don’t you?” he murmurs, his fingers tracing idle patterns down my spine. I lift my head, meeting his gaze. The raw, unfiltered intensity in his eyes steals the air from my lungs.

“Yes. There’s no going back.”

His lips curl into a dark smile. “Good girl.”

The words settle into my core like a brand, scorching away the remnants of the woman I used to be. I’m no longer just Amelia Ricci. I’m Amelia Moretti, the queen of his empire, bound to him by something far stronger than love—obsession.

“I’ll give you everything,amore mia,” Matteo says, his voice a low promise.

“Everything I’ve built, everything I am. It’s all yours.”

“And in return?” I ask, though I already know the answer.

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