All Chapters of His Little Obsession: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Ivan He walked past the bed, my heart limping from my body when he threw me on the cold floor. I gritted my teeth in pain, rubbing my ass as I watched him disappear into his wardrobe. My eyes popped wide when he returned with a handcuffs, and a collar leash. I didn’t get the chance to react to the toys when he choked me, sitting on the sofa in front of me with his wet body. “Stay still.” He grunted with a straight face, loosening his grip on my neck. He clasped the collar on my neck, adjusting it to fit my neck, and giving it a gentle tug. How on earth am I cool with this? My cock was throbbing with raw images of pain he was unmistakably going to put me through. “For every disobedience, I will choke you, Ivan.” He said softly, his lips twitching up. I took my lower lips in between my teeth, my fingers brushing his thigh. His eyes gawked my every move, his expression almost unreadable as my shaky fingers reached for his erection. I glanced up, meeting his eyes as I stroked his cock

Ivan “Is it fun?” A cold voice cut through the silence, catching my attention. I raised my head up, meeting Mia’s blazing eyes on my body. I arched a brow, moving my phone away from my face. “Is what fun?” I shot back, crossing my legs on the sofa. She strolled towards me, her shoes clicking on the marble floor loudly. Who the fuck wears shoes, and dresses in a skimpy dress just to stay home? “Is it fun…” She drawled, her eyes dimming in disdain as she paused in my front, “fucking my husband?” She completed through gritted teeth. No. There’s nothing fun having the bastard fuck me into exhaustion. My body were covered in red marks left behind by his sadistic bondage fetish. It was only the second day of fucking Cristiano, and I already lost count of how many times he has taken me. He was more active on bed than he let on. I hate him. I hate how he made me submit to him. I hate how my body reacts to his touch. I hate the shivers that ran down my body each time he stared at me with t

Ivan My heart beat slowed, my eyes unmoving as I watched Lorenzo dragged August. My eyes lowered to my gun, struggling to process what happened seconds back. I shot someone. That was a step up for person who had never killed a cockroach. I didn’t know if to be proud of myself or swan in my tears. I knew nothing about him, but I felt guilty. He didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve to have a bullet fired into his flesh. My eyes flickered to Mia. She was shooting me daggers, with no form in her expression. What was I expecting from a bitch like her? That she would feel bad for the poor guy? She was so obsessed with plucking me out of the devil’s grasp to care about anyone else. I had no idea how she found someone so easily, barely two hours after laying down my plans to her and August showed up. “We’re not done, Tesoro.” The bastard cold voice drew me out of my trance, his fingers rubbing my thigh in a circular motion. I glanced at his cocky face, gritting my teeth in defiance. “I’

Ivan “Cristiano is doing such a good job.” My dad remarked, scanning my appearance, “You look more reserved.” He added with a smile. I chuckled, nodding my head in response. A good job in fucking your son. That sounds about right. “Looks more like bratty to me.” Mia scoffed, shoving a piece of meat into her mouth grumpily. I narrowed my eyes at Mia’s smug smile then back to her mother. They were plotting something. My dad cleared his throat, shooting her a warning gaze. I stared at the wrinkles in his forehead, trying to read his mood. Something seemed off. I have only seen him once after moving in with Cristiano and all of a sudden he wants to bond with me. No doubt Mia has something to do with the awkward family meeting. What could she have possibly told Dad? Did she tell him about my affair with Cristiano? No. There was no way she would say such a thing to him. She had a twisted mind. She was fine with Cristiano having other women…or men in his case. It was no big deal in the

Ivan I didn't think my dad was serious about his words. He said it out of anger. That was what I believed until he showed up in my room with a couple of photos in his hands. Photos from different families. “Pick,” he commanded, throwing the picture on my bed. I stared down, scrunching my nose. They were all beautiful and came from prestigious backgrounds, but I felt no attraction for them. Maybe because I’m being forced into it. “I don’t want to get married, Dad,” I responded, flickering my eyes up. Mia snorted from the door frame, straightening her back as she approached me. “Why?” She taunted, crossing her arms and halting at the edge of the bed. “You prefer taking other’s wives?” My eyes rolled to the back of my head, lips twitching at her choice of words. Wives. She was referring to her Cristiano. “I don’t remember taking anyone’s wife, Mia.” I retorted with a sly smile forming on my lips, “Or did I take yours?” I muttered in a low voice, feigning ignorance. She gritted he