Semua Bab His Father's Obsession, I fell in love with his son. : Bab 161 - Bab 170

“Ahhh…fuck, shit… Luca, yes…” My voice cracked through my heavy breaths. My body arched up, seeking more, chasing every ruthless thrust that tore gasps from my lips. “Ohhh my… yes, there, fuck, harder,” I urged, shooting my leg forward like I was electrocuted in volts.His heat pressed into me, scorching and claiming, like fire flooding through my veins. His weight pinned me down and even though a bit too heavy, I didn’t mind at all.“Mine.” I muttered, not knowing when the word rolled from my tongue like a promise, like a curse, and my heart hammered because I wanted it to be true.“I love how….arrrgggg!” Luca moaned before he could make a point. It was a growl too low and yet too loaded with the depth of passion.I clutched at him, nails biting into broad shoulders and my legs trembling around his hips as he slammed into that perfect spot again and again. The sheets twisted beneath us, sweat dripping and the air raw with desire.Out of all the intimate moments I had shared with Lu

Veronica stood in her room, leaning against the door as her mind raced hard. The sounds she had just heard refused to leave her ears, replaying over and over. Her chest rose and fell as though she had run a long distance, yet all she had done was stand outside Carol’s room and heard the most abominable thing.She wasn't too concerned about the whole thing as she would have all things been equal, she was just shocked at the jealousy she felt. She didn't even know she would get jealous because all along her object of obsessive attraction was Antonio.She pressed her teeth together, the sharp hiss escaping her lips as she sucked them in frustration. Anger and jealousy rolled through her in waves. She wanted to scream, to throw something, but she forced herself to stay calm. She needed to think and couldn't afford to act on impulse.“What should I do?” She whispered to herself, pacing in small circles. Her eyes fell on her phone sitting on the little table near her bed. The idea struck

The next morning Antonio returned and the entire house buzzed with quiet anticipation. His absence had left an odd emptiness in the rhythm of the house that they all enjoyed.Though no one openly admitted it to his face, the air always felt different when he was away. It was somehow freer but now that he was coming back, everything had to fall in line again.Clara was the first to begin rearranging the sitting room, fluffing the cushions and polishing the glass table until it shone.Veronica lingered nearby, pretending to help, though her mind was elsewhere. Her thoughts flickered between the video saved on her phone and the unreadable expression Luca had worn at breakfast but when Clara mentioned Antonio’s name, Veronica’s posture shifted. She straightened at once, her eyes brightening with curiosity.“What exactly has he been doing on this trip?” She asked, her tone casual though her heart raced.Clara shrugged, busy with her work. “Business as always. You know Antonio.”But Veroni

As soon as Antonio entered his study from Carol’s room, Marco stood across the desk, his fingers drumming lightly against the edge of the table. Antonio had returned only the day before, and already his grand show of affection toward Carol was the subject of murmurs in the house. Marco had been patient, watching the gestures pile up, but now, inside the privacy of Antonio’s study, he felt the need to speak.“Boss Antonio,” Marco began carefully, his voice low and even. “I need to tell you something, and I hope you’ll take it in the spirit I mean it. The way you’re acting toward Carol… it’s too much. It doesn’t feel real, and she’s going to notice. She’s not the type of woman who enjoys being smothered.” He said pointedly.Antonio, who had been bent over a stack of papers, straightened slowly, his eyes narrowed as he studied Marco. “Too much?” he repeated, his tone sharp. “I’m showing her what she deserves. Do you think there’s anything wrong with reminding her of her place here?” He

I stepped into the study without much thought, but the moment I got in, I couldn’t tell what it was but the air was awkward. Antonio sat behind the desk, maps scattered across the surface, his face hard and cold like he had been engaged in a great deal of argument before I got in.I looked to the extreme of the room and saw Veronica’s hands sliding through the portraits of the champions from Antonio’s favorite sport which he had pasted on the wall. I wondered what gave her the effrontery to do such in the office of one who usually bever tolerated nonsense.I mean, Antonio was brutal and I know it, so why? I asked myself looking from Veronica’s body to him without uttering a word.Normally, Veronica would have acted like she was trespassing and cautioned herself but the more she noticed that my eyes were on her, it was as though it fueled her audacity to be even more daring and stupid.She walked away from the portraits and stood right in front of Antonio but opposite looking strangely