Page 33 of Chains of Obsession

He leans down, his lips brushing against mine, the touch so light it’s maddening. “In return, you’ll give me everything. Every thought, every breath, every piece of your soul.”

I should hesitate. I should feel fear or resistance. But all I feel is a dark, intoxicating thrill. “I already have.” I admit, my voice trembling but certain.

His grip tightens, and the shift in his expression is subtle but filled with unmistakable Possession, Pride, Primal and fierce. “Then we’ll build something unstoppable, you and I. But first…”

His hands slide to my waist, lifting me effortlessly onto the desk. The cool surface presses against my legs, but it’s nothing compared to the heat radiating from him. Matteo steps between my thighs, his presence overwhelming, his touch is demanding.

“First, I’ll make sure you never forget who you belong to,” he growls, his lips descending on mine with a ferocity that steals my breath. I watch him as he opens the desk drawer and pull out the collar and cuffs. I haven’t seen them in awhile. “This is how you prove it to me.”

I nod and move my hair out of the way so he can put the collar around my neck. I gulp when the cold metal touches my skin. He grabs my wrists and traces the indents they left before putting them back around my wrists.

“Your so beautiful and I love seeing you bound by the cuffs.”

“I’m glad I can amuse you.” I give him a small smirk.

“Amelia. You drive me mad, you know that?”

He breathes against my skin, his voice rough and unsteady. He leans down and bites my lower lip, drawing a gasp from me, as I retaliate. Digging my nails into his shoulders, pulling him closer.

I tilt my head back, giving him access to the column of my neck. “Good. Maybe it’s time someone challenged you.”

His laugh is dark and dangerous, vibrating against my throat as his lips leave a trail of fire in their wake. “You’ve done more than that,regina. You’ve ruined me.”

The confession is raw, and it hits me like a punch to the gut. Matteo Moretti, the man who rules his empire with an iron fist, is standing here, baring himself to me in a way that no one else ever has. The truth is, I’ve ruined myself for him, too.

Matteo’s hands never leave me, his touch is a constant reminder of his claim. I don’t want it to end. I want to feel everything. His breath on my neck, his hands on my body, his cock inside of me. I think about how badly I need it, slowly he takes off my shirt and lets it fall onto the ground. He takes off my bra and runs his finger over my nipples. They feel very sensitive but that doesn’t matter.

I gasp softly when he starts sucking on my neck, my moans escaping as he grips my pants and rips them in half. Not caring if he just ripped my favorite pair of pants.

“M-Matteo, please” My breathe is shaky and hitching.

“As you wish, my dear.”

His voice makes my entire body shiver with delight and desire. I crave him more and more each day, with each passing moment. My pussy dripping with need as he sticks his finger inside and uses the opportunity to finger me. He jams his fingers in deeply, causing me to gasp sharply and arch my back. He kisses me with passion as my orgasms come in strong waves, one after another with strong ease. Hepulls his fingers out and brushes a strand of hair from my face, his expression softer now but no less intense.

“You’re everything to me, Amelia. You always will be.”

I close my eyes, letting his words sink in. I don’t know where this path will lead us, but I know one thing for certain: I don’t want to walk it alone. “Then let’s burn the world down,” I murmur, my voice barely audible.

His answering smile is dark, wicked, and entirely Matteo. “Together.”

Chapter eleven

A New Beginning

Matteo

The mansion exudes power,its once-quiet halls now buzzing with the weight of an empire rebuilt and fortified. It’s been a year since the blood-soaked night that solidified our hold on the underworld—a year of calculated moves, ruthless decisions, and relentless ambition.

The darkness we embraced hasn’t just grown; it’s flourished, enveloping everything in its path. I stand in my study, the city skyline spread before me, glittering like a promise and a threat. Below, my men patrol the grounds, a silent reminder of the control we wield. Every inch of this territory, every deal brokered, every life extinguished in our name, it’s all ours.

Amelia is the catalyst of this transformation, her evolution nothing short of breathtaking. A year ago, she was a reluctant pawn, fighting against the chains of this life. Now, she wears her darkness like a crown, ruling beside me with a sharp mind andan iron will. My phone buzzes on the desk, breaking the silence. It’s Enzo.

“Speak,” I command, my voice low and even.

“The shipment from the eastern docks arrived.. The ports are running smoothly. We’ve tripled the revenue projections.”

“Good. Anything else?”

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