Lahat ng Kabanata ng Torn by Obsession : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Sophia’s body still burned from Rafael’s touch, her lips swollen, her wrists tingling where he had pinned them down. But as soon as the door clicked shut behind him, her mind snapped back into focus. This was her chance. She sat up, ignoring the way her legs felt unsteady beneath her as she scanned the dimly lit bedroom. She had to get out. Her gaze darted to the massive windows overlooking the city skyline. They were locked—of course, they were. The door? Guarded. Sophia’s stomach twisted. Rafael wasn’t just keeping her here—he had caged her. But she would rather die than become his prisoner. Her fingers trembled as she tiptoed toward the closet, hoping—**praying—**for something she could use. A weapon, a secret passage, anything. But before she could even reach the handle— The door swung open. Rafael was back. And he did not look pleased. His Patience is Gone Sophia froze as his emerald gaze locked onto her. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a slow,

Sophia’s pulse pounded as Rafael’s lips skimmed the sensitive skin of her neck. His fingers danced along the hem of her dress, teasing, threatening. The club’s red glow cast wicked shadows over his chiseled features, making him look like a devil in the flesh. She should have pushed him away. She should have fought. But Rafael’s touch—**his presence—**was a fire she couldn’t escape. And worse? She wasn’t sure she wanted to. The Warning “Careful, piccola,” Rafael murmured, his lips brushing her ear. “You’re trembling.” Sophia’s nails dug into his wrist, willing herself to stay strong. “Let me go,” she hissed, though her voice lacked conviction. Rafael chuckled, dark and amused. “Lies don’t suit you.” He shifted, tilting her chin up, forcing her to look at him. His emerald eyes burned with something far more dangerous than amusement—possession. “You think you can fight this,” he continued, his voice a velvet promise. “But your body betrays you.” Sophia’s breath caught. Be

The air between them was thick with unspoken war. Sophia's back pressed against the cold wooden door, the contrast between the cool surface and Rafael’s heated presence setting her skin ablaze. His grip on her chin was firm, unyielding, forcing her to meet his gaze. “You think I’m a man you can defy?” Rafael murmured, his voice deceptively soft, yet laced with a warning. Sophia swallowed, her throat dry. She should have fought back. Should have pushed him away. Should have screamed at him. But Rafael didn’t just command obedience—he demanded surrender. And worse? Her body was betraying her. Her breaths came shallow and quick, her pulse hammering at the base of her throat. She wanted to deny it. To convince herself that this was just fear. That she didn’t crave his touch. But the glint in Rafael’s emerald eyes told her he knew better. That infuriating smirk pulled at his lips as his thumb brushed over her lower lip, dragging across the sensitive skin in

The heat from Rafael’s body still lingered on Sophia’s skin long after he stepped away. Her mind was a battlefield of contradictions—rage, shame, and something far more dangerous—desire. She wanted to scream at him, to slap that arrogant smirk off his face. But her lips were still swollen from his kiss, her breath still uneven, her body still betraying her. And Rafael knew it. His emerald eyes glinted with dark satisfaction as he leaned lazily against the desk, watching her with the patience of a predator that had all the time in the world. “You can keep running, piccola,” he murmured, his voice smooth as silk. “But I always catch what’s mine.” Sophia’s nails dug into her palms. “I’m not yours,” she snapped, forcing the words past the lump in her throat. Rafael chuckled, a deep, sinful sound that sent a shiver straight through her core. “Then why,” he mused, stepping closer, “are you still here?” Sophia’s breath caught as he lifted a hand to brush a strand of hai

Sophia’s back pressed against the cold metal of her car, her breath shallow as Rafael’s lips trailed a searing path down her neck. The night air was cool, but she felt feverish—her skin hypersensitive, her body betraying every ounce of logic screaming in her mind. This wasn’t just a kiss. This was Rafael staking his claim. And the worst part? She wanted him to. His hands gripped her waist, pulling her even closer, his body an unyielding wall of heat and muscle against hers. "Tell me to stop," he murmured against her skin, his voice rough, edged with restraint. Sophia swallowed hard. She should. She should push him away, get in her car, drive far from this madness. But when she opened her mouth, the only words that escaped were, "Don’t stop." A low growl rumbled from Rafael’s chest. And then— He devoured her. His lips crushed hers in a kiss that was pure fire—ruthless, demanding, consuming. Sophia gasped against his mouth, her hands fisting his shirt as he deepened the