All Chapters of His Forbidden Obsession : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

A few days later, Dante finally reached his limit.He had been patient for too long.Too careful.Too slow.For years, he had carried the same belief in his chest like a burning stone. Miguel De Luca had killed his father. That truth had shaped his life, his anger, his silence, and every decision he had made.But lately… something didn’t feel right.The more Dante replayed the past, the more cracks he started to see. Small things he had ignored before. Details he had brushed aside because grief had been louder than reason.He hated himself for even thinking this way.Miguel De Luca was his father’s enemy.That much was true.But was he really the killer?The thought alone made Dante’s chest tighten painfully.If there was even the smallest chance that he was wrong… then everything he had built his hatred on was standing on shaky ground.And Sophia…Dante clenched his jaw.He had dragged this investigation for far too long.Especially after Sophia came into his life.It was almost as i

He lifted her gently and placed her on the couch, but even that simple action carried weight. His hands lingered on her skin longer than necessary, like he was afraid she might disappear if he let go too soon. For a moment, he just stood there, looking down at her, his chest rising and falling as if he had been holding his breath for weeks.His fingers moved first to her face.Slow. Careful.He traced the side of her cheek, his thumb brushing over her jaw, then down her neck. The touch was almost innocent, but the effect was anything but. Sophia’s body reacted immediately, His touch was light, teasing, but it sent shivers through her entire body.She swallowed.His fingers continued, sliding over her collarbone, tracing the gentle dip there, then lower. Every inch he touched felt deliberate, like he was relearning her body, like he had missed this more than he had allowed himself to admit.A soft moan slipped from her lips before she could stop it.“Oh… my… Dante,” she breathed, her v

He pulled her closer until she was lying on top of him, her body fitting against his like it belonged there. Skin against skin, warm and familiar. The closeness made her breath slow, her heart pressing gently against his chest as she rested there.His hands moved over her body with care, not rushed, not demanding. Just gentle touches meant to calm her, to remind her she was safe with him. His fingers traced slow paths along her back and sides, learning her again, like he was afraid she might disappear if he didn’t hold her just right.She reacted instantly.Not with words, but with the soft arch of her body, the quiet hitch in her breath. Every place he touched seemed to wake something inside her, sending small shivers through her that she couldn’t control. She closed her eyes, letting herself feel everything without fear.Dante felt it. The way her body responded to him so naturally. The way she melted against him, trusting him completely. His hands lingered, gentle but sure, as if

Sophia lay sprawled across the wide bed, her body heavy, warm, and completely spent.Every muscle felt loose, weak, almost boneless, as if she had been poured into the mattress instead of placed on it. Her legs still trembled slightly, refusing to fully obey her. There was a soft ache between her thighs, the kind that came after being touched too deeply, too many times, until her body had nothing left to give.She stared up at the ceiling, breathing slowly, trying to steady herself.Dante had not rushed her. Not even once.He had taken his time, as if he was afraid she might disappear if he moved too fast. Every touch had been deliberate, reverent. Not just desire, but worship. Like he was trying to apologize with his hands, with his mouth, with the way he held her until she shook apart and then held her even tighter afterward.By the time he finally pulled away, she could barely lift her head.“You don’t move,” he had said quietly, his voice still rough, still deep with emotion. “I’l

She woke up the next morning feeling lighter than she had in a very long time. Her body felt rested, her mind clear, even though she knew the day ahead would not be an easy one. Still, there was a strange calm in her chest, the kind that only came when she felt grounded, when she felt loved.She turned instinctively to her side, a soft smile already forming on her lips. She wanted to kiss him. To murmur a quiet good morning but the space beside her was empty.The sheets were cool.Her smile faded just a little, replaced by curiosity instead of fear. Dante was not the kind of man who disappeared without reason. Still, she sat up slowly, pulling the sheet around herself as her eyes scanned the room.He was really gone.She reached for her phone, more out of habit than worry, checking for new emails before getting out of bed. Her heart gave a small, steady beat as she saw there was nothing new yet. No alerts. No messages. Nothing screaming danger.Good.She slipped out of bed and padded