Don Alessandro's Obsession

**ELENA'S POV**

“Don, you're not like this.” I begged, trying to appeal to his heart. “Please, Don.”

My words made him pause his hands that were unbuttoning his shirt. I breathed a sigh of relief as I watched him walk to the chair, thinking that he wouldn't act on what he had suggested.

However, my relief didn't last long as he came back with a small bottle with an unknown liquid.

Alessandro’s eyes glinted as he held the small glass vial between his fingers. The amber liquid shimmered like molten gold, and the way he tilted it toward me made my stomach twist.

“What is that?” I asked, struggling against my restraint as Alessandro came closer to me.

My wrists ached where he’d tied them—tight and unyielding to the cold iron bedpost behind me. The silk rope bit into my skin, too soft to leave bruises, but cruel enough to remind me who held control.

“I got you a little something to help your slutty behaviour surface.”

I couldn't recognise him any more with the malevolent smirk on his beautiful lips, indicating how much he was enjoying this.

“It’s a gift,” he murmured, brushing a knuckle along my jaw. “One that makes the body honest.”

On a normal day, I would have cherished his willingness to touch me but right now, I could only turn my head away and pin my lips together.

He chuckled darkly. “Don’t be difficult, woman.” 

A flash of irritation passed through his eyes, but it vanished behind his usual icy mask. He then climbed onto the bed, one knee pressing into the mattress, the other hovering beside my waist.

“Don’t make me force you.”

As he leaned closer to press the vial against my lips, I shifted—just slightly—angling my knees beneath the silk sheets, thankful for his focus on my face.

The moment he poured it into my mouth, after forcing me to open up, I pulled my knees up and locked them around his waist. His brows lifted a second too late as I twisted, flipping my body and dragging him with it.

He landed hard on his back, my thighs bracketing his hips now.

His shock was delicious but I didn't have time to admire the scenery.

Ignoring the sharp sting of the spice of the liquid as it slid over my tongue, I leaned down and kissed him hard.

His mouth opened in surprise and I poured the aphrodisiac into him, sharing the drug between us, with a moan that wasn’t entirely faked. His hands shot up to grip my waist, fingers digging in as though trying to regain control—but I didn’t stop.

I kissed him deeper, knowing he'd punish me for this so I had to make it worth my while. The taste was fire and honey, sharp and overwhelming. I couldn't stop myself from moaning at how good it felt.

When I finally pulled back, his brown pupils were blown wide, red lips parted, chest rising and falling beneath mine, sharing ragged breaths.

I smiled as I licked the last drop of the aphrodisiac from my lips and whispered, “Your move, Don.”

~~~

I jolted awake as the memory of my first night with Alessandro visited me in my dreams. Again.

I shuddered as I remembered how I woke up the following afternoon, terribly red, sore and exhausted after the sex marathon we had due to the aphrodisiac.

“5:13 PM, already?” I whispered as I checked the time before I dragged myself out of bed and walked to my bathroom.

I walked up to the mirror only to stare hard at myself.

‘My body seems to remember every mark and hickey that he left on me.’ I thought to myself.

That day, my pink lips were swollen, from being ravaged. My nipples were red and extremely sore from being bitten and sucked hard, littered with bite marks and hickeys. Most notably, standing wasn't so easy since my pussy burned from that night's intensity. I even had a tear that required stitches.

Even now, my kitty felt like it was burning as I remembered everything.

It's been four years since I ran away from him and I thought it would fade away like a nightmare, only that it didn't. Instead, I remembered every detail even more clearly, every passing day.

“Mama?” 

I turned towards the voice of my three-year old son, Rosario. I didn't hear him open the door. He was the spitting image of Alessandro, his father.

“Yes, Rio?” I squatted down to his height as he walked to me with his sleepy eyes. I guess the way I jumped out of bed woke him up.

“How's my baby feeling now?” I cooed, checking his temperature as I did so. He has been teething and coupled with a cold he got from his bestie and playmate, Estelle, my best friend's daughter, he has been really sick.

“Hungry.” He replied as he rubbed his eyes before wrapping his arms around my neck. “Carry.”

“Sure, my prince.” I responded as I balanced him on my hip and made my way to the kitchen.

On getting there, we met Aria and Estelle who also came down for a snack. We've been living together ever since I left Alessandro.

“What would these two want for a snack before we make dinner?” Aria asked, looking as tired as we both felt.

“Tea.” The duo yelled before they giggled at each other. Their shared love tea never failed to amaze me.

“Ookie-dookie. But we don't have bread at home.” I answered, looking at the cupboard.

“I'll go get some downstairs at the store, Aria. You can make the tea. I'll be quick. Need me to grab anything for you or should we order in?”

“Let's order in. I'll go grocery shopping tomorrow morning.” She replied.

I picked up the linen tote bag for errands from one of the cupboards and made my way out to the grocery store at the end of our street.

We lived in a nice little community called Katrina, a little coastal village in Mani Peninsula, Greece. The villagers were so welcoming to Aria and I when we first arrived there and helped us a whole lot.

The bell over the bakery door jingled with a soft, familiar chime. Warmth and the scent of honey-glazed bread wrapped around me like a comforting shawl as I stepped in.

“Kalispera, Lena mou!” Mr. Fotis called from behind the counter, flour dusting his thick arms like snow.

“Kalispera, Fotis.” I smiled, adjusting my dress shirt. “Is the sourdough still warm?”

He winked. “Like your smile. Just out of the oven.”

I laughed in response only to notice Fotis’s smile drop.

I looked to the left, toward the open doorway-and in that heartbeat, my blood turned to ice.

Alessandro.

Six feet of fury dressed in his usual custom black suit, his hair a little longer, but eyes colder than I remembered. He was scanning the area slowly before our eyes locked.

For a second, I froze like I had stepped on broken glass and tightened my hand around the linen tote like it could teleport me away instantly.

He took one step forward. Just one.

“Elena.”

His gaze didn’t move from me as he smiled bitterly, slowly.

“So, this is where you’ve been hiding.”