All Chapters of His Little Obsession: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Ivan“Ahh fuck…” I groaned in pleasure, grabbing the bimbos hair tightly as she bobbed her head against my length. I was in the private area in the second biggest night club in Venice, and Carlos was probably lurking around the corner somewhere. “You love it?” She enquired with a coy smile, raising her eyes to meet mine. I hummed in response, shoving my dick deeper into her throat as she gagged. I cursed under my breath, thrusting my shaft faster. I threw my head back, my eyes shutting closed as I felt the thick liquid seeping—“Ivan!” A angry voice growled, interrupting my climax. I ignored that bastard’s voice I was accustomed to, tightening my grip on the bimbos hair. “Not happening.” My climax was interrupted when the bimbo was thrown off my body. I tore my eyes opened, glaring at the fucking bastard standing in front of me with a gun in his hand. His assistant or was it his friend was standing behind him.“Get.Up.” He ordered, pointing his gun to my cock. I clenched my teeth,

Cristiano“How could you shoot your wife?” My father screamed, slamming my desk angrily. I was invited over to the family house to discuss my unruly behavior, but I didn’t attend the meeting with the Hernandez. “She was nosy.” I said flatly, my eyes twinkling with a dark glint, “I had to teach her manners, Father.” I added with a smile that didn’t reach my eyes. The old man’s face tightened in fury, and his eyes dilated with urge to teach me a lesson. The only reason he was still alive despite his persistent interference in my life was because he was family, and my dead mother always said family should protect each other. He was a lucky I respected my mother.Luca was seated in front of my desk with a straight face. He was not clearly in support of my violence last night, and made no effort to hide his disappointment displayed on his face. “She is your wife, Cristiano!” He roared, clutching on my desk, before straightening his back and pacing back and forth in the room. “Okay, Mia

Ivan “Get dressed, we’re going to your family’s house.” Cristiano announced, storming into my room. I exhaled, pulling the sheets off my body, and dragging my feet into the bathroom. It was draining bantering words with him, and I didn’t have the energy to continuously question his actions. The house arrest was messing with my mental health. “Hurry up, Ivan.” He screamed through clenched teeth, leaning on the door. I huffed in frustration, shooting the bastard a cold stare before slamming the bathroom door. I was disoriented, and that bastard didn’t care how thinner I was getting each passing day. Five days since I moved in with him. Five days was all it took him to take away my happiness, and turn me into a bitter soul. I had nightmares each night. The fire. My mother screaming for help. Her body burning into ashes. The memory taunted me each night, and I was scared of falling asleep, but I couldn’t show the bastard how scarred I was by his actions. He was keeping his dist

Ivan “He finally let you out?” Carlos remarked, leaning on the headboard as I walked into his room, dragging my feet on the floor. I hummed in response, lowering my gaze on his bandaged leg. I sat on the side of his bed, guilt flickering in my eyes. He wouldn’t have been in such state if he hadn’t helped me. I left the house with the excuse of coming to see Carlos, though Dad suspected me.“I’m okay, Ivan.” He chuckled, sensing my stare. I raised my head up, sighing in frustration. That bastard didn’t need to shoot Carlos for helping me. No. He didn’t need to shoot anyone at al. “What is his deal with you though?” He asked in curiosity, his intense gaze on my face. I exhaled, gritting my teeth whilst deliberating on telling him the truth. “He wants to fuck me.” I confessed, chewing the inside of my cheeks as I waited for his reaction. He blinked his eyes, processing my words with an shocked expression on his face. “He wants to fuck you?” He repeated with eyes popped wide, “He’s i

Ivan“You smoke?” I asked Cristiano with disdain flashed in my eyes, staring at him sitting in the sofa lazily. He snapped his head my direction, taking a long drag, and puffing the smoke towards my direction. I coughed as the stream of smoke entered my lungs, throwing the sheets off my body, and storming to his direction. “I hate people smoking around me.” I snarled, taking the cigarette from his finger tips, and putting out the fire on the plate. “Says a drug addict.” He shot back with a hardened gaze. I balled my fist, shooting the bastard a death glare. “I’m not an addict.” I growled angrily, my gaze intense on his face. He chuckled, leaning into the couch, and crossing his legs. “You shouldn’t walk around me naked, Ivan.” He remarked mimicking the Spanish accent, his eyes twinkling in mischief. “You’ve seen me naked.” I shrugged off with a half lopsided smile, “there’s nothing much to hide.” I added with a sly smile, spinning on my heels. H drew me back, pulling me into his