Dangerous Obsession

~Arnold

I blinked rapidly, the harsh overhead light stinging my eyes as the room came into focus.

The cold iron of the chains bit into my wrists, suspended above my head. To my left, a tray of surgical steel glinted, scalpels, pliers, and a heavy blade resting in a bed of glowing coals, the metal turning a lethal, shimmering orange.

I was certain I was a dead man. Falling for the boss's daughter was a cliche, but in the De Luca family, it was a death sentence..

The heavy steel door groaned open. Don Vincenzo De Luca stepped into the room, surrounded by a wall of six armed guards.

The thick, sweet scent of his expensive tobacco between his fingers filled the small space before he even spoke.

I braced for the heat of the knife, but instead, the men moved behind me and began to unbolt the chains.

"I checked the hotel CCTV and saw everything that happened," Vincenzo said, his voice a low, gravelly rumble.

He took a slow drag of his cigar, blowing a cloud of smoke toward the ceiling. "Thank your stars that I saw evidence that you didn't touch my daughter. If I had seen your hands on her, I would have boiled you alive myself."

My knees nearly buckled as the weight of my own body returned to me. I breathed a sharp, ragged sigh of relief, my heart still hammering against my ribs.

If I had given in for even a second, if I had let my hands wander over her curves like I wanted to... I'd be a corpse on the floor right now. Death wasn't just a possibility, it was inevitable.

"Your role as her personal bodyguard would still stand," the Don added coldly, not even looking back as he turned toward the door. "Don't make me check the cameras again, Arnold."

He vanished into the hallway, leaving me shivering in the cold room. I was safe for now, but the image of the burning knife stayed burned into my mind.

I had to stay professional, but with Dorla... that was getting harder every single day.

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I stood in front of the small, cracked mirror in my quarters, dabbing a cotton swab at the split in my lip.

It was the only mark Vincenzo had managed to leave before the order came to stand down, but it stung like hell.

Every time I looked at the dried blood, I saw that burning knife in the coals.

A sharp knock at the door made me jump, my hand instinctively reaching for the holster I wasn't wearing.

"Enter," I called out, my voice raspy.

The door swung open, and Dorla stepped inside. My heart did a slow, heavy roll in my chest.

She wasn't wearing her usual designer clothes, she was in a silk nightgown that looked like a thin layer of moonlight, clinging to her every curve.

She closed the door behind her with a soft click that sounded far too much like the handcuffs from earlier.

"What are you doing?" I stood up immediately, putting the cotton swab down. "Dorla, get out. Your father is in this building. Do you have any idea what he could have just put me through if he noticed anything?"

She didn't look scared. She didn't even look guilty. She just leaned against the door, her eyes tracing the line of my bare shoulders.

"Calm down, Arnold. He’s out by the pool with those business associates of his, and the slut bitches. He won't be coming up for hours."

"I don't care if he's in the next city," I hissed, taking a step back as she started to walk toward me. "He looked me in the eye and told me he'd boil me alive. Please, just leave."

"No." She stopped inches from me, the scent of her perfume, the same one that almost got me killed in the hotel, filling my lungs.

She reached up, her fingers cool and soft as she brushed them against my jaw, tilting my face toward the light. "I saw what they did. I’m the reason you’re hurt, Arnold. Let me tend to the wound I caused."

"Dorla..." I warned, but my voice lacked any real conviction.

She ignored me, picking up the antiseptic from the table. Her eyes stayed locked on my lips, and I knew right then that the danger in this room was far worse than the torture chamber I'd just escaped.

I stood there, paralyzed, as she reached for a fresh piece of gauze.

I could feel her gaze drifting, lingering on the muscles of my chest and the scars from years of doing her father’s dirty work.

I tried to keep my breathing shallow, praying she wouldn't look any lower. I was wearing thin grey gym shorts, and they were doing a pathetic job of hiding the massive erection she was coaxing out of me just by standing there.

"You're tense," she murmured, her voice like velvet as she stepped even closer.

She had to see the tent I was pitching in my shorts. It was impossible to miss. As she raised her hand to my face, the movement caused her silk nightgown to shift and pull tight against her body.

The light from the bedside lamp hit her just right, and my heart nearly stopped.

She wasn't wearing a damn thing underneath.

The silk was almost transparent, revealing the dark, perfect circles of her nipples already peaking through the fabric.

I could see the soft shadow of her **pussy** and the curve of her hips with every breath she took. My cock throbbed painfully, straining against the fabric of my shorts.

"Dorla, seriously," I croaked, my voice breaking. "If he walks in, he won't even use a knife. He'll just put a bullet in my brain."

"Then we should be very, very quiet," she whispered.

She didn't go for my lip with the gauze. Instead, she let her hand slide down my neck, her palm flat against my chest, feeling the way my heart was thundering.

She looked down, her eyes widening slightly as they landed on the bulge in my shorts. A slow, predatory smirk spread across her face.

"Is that because of me, Arnold?" she asked, her thumb grazing one of my nipples while her other hand reached down, her fingers hovering just inches away from my hard cock.

I caught her hand, my voice tight and strained. "This can't work anymore," I told her, the words heavy between us. "Please... you just need to get out."

She froze, looking at me through a sudden veil of tears. "Fine," she whispered, her voice trembling. "If you want me to leave, I’ll leave. But you need to know this first, I love you. I love you so much that I wanted to spend every single moment of my life with you. Do you have any idea how much it hurts? To live under this same roof, to be in this same building, and not be allowed to see you? To be this close and feel a thousand miles away?"

She let out a ragged sob, then abruptly threw down the things she had been helping me with. They hit the floor with a dull thud as she turned and bolted for the door.