Devil's Psychopathic Obsession のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

The first ray of sunlight spilled through the wide curtains, casting a soft golden glow across the spacious bedroom. Mirabella stirred slowly, her eyelashes fluttering against her cheek as she realized the heavy warmth around her waist wasn’t a blanket but a strong arm. Her breath hitched as the night before returned to her in flashes; his dominance, his punishing touch, the way he had claimed her with a fire that made her body ache even now.She tried to move gently, to slip from his grasp, but the steel band of Hunter’s arm didn’t loosen. He only pulled her closer, his chest pressing against her bare back, the heat of his body wrapping her like a cage. She had nothing on except the small towel he had wrapped around her last night. It barely covered her thighs; she was as good as naked in his arms.“Trying to run away again, my little mouse?” His voice was low and rough with sleep, but the words sent cold shivers through her.“I… I wasn’t running. Just stretching,” she whispered, emb

He stood in front of her, close enough that their breaths tangled. His chest rose against hers with every inhale, every exhale, dragging her into his rhythm. He looked down at her like a predator cornering prey.“Are you hungry?” His voice was low and dangerous.She shook her head slowly, her eyes were wide as they locked on him.A dark whisper brushed against her ear. “Good. Because I’m going to fuck your pussy right now.” He tilted his head, a smirk curving one side of his mouth. “Is there anything you can do about it?”Her throat moved, but no sound came. She wanted to oppose him, but her eyes gave her away — wide, unblinking, trembling under his dominance.“Didn’t think so too.” His large hand slid around her waist, pulling her closer until their foreheads touched. His breath spilled over her lips as he inhaled her deeply, like he needed her personal air to live.He sniffed her, his nose draggimg through through her hair, down the line of her neck, lingering at her collarbone befo

Mirabella must confess that the beautiful gene runs in the family. Ashley was extremely beautiful and attractive. She could pass for a model. She was not very tall but her long legs were attractive. Dark brown long hair and very shiny eyes. Ashley’s grin lingered as her eyes swept over both of them. “Oh, I like you already,” she said again, very softly and mischievouly, her amusement very evident in her tone.Hunter’s jaw flexed, clearly done with introductions. “Go freshen up, Ash. Settle in. You are being snoopy. I’ll deal with you later.”Ashley arched a brow at his sharpness but only chuckled. “I see you are not even delighted to see your own sister. You’re still maintaining your bad boss brute on you lil sis.” Then, as if on impulse, she reached for Mirabella’s hand. “Will you come with me? I'd love to know more about you and how you managed to bring my brother home.”Well, Mirabella could do with a little space from Hunter, so she was already smiling and somehow willing to go w

The moment Hunter stepped through the doors of the club, his sharp eyes scanned the room. The music pulsed high, the lights flashing in colors, but he saw a very familiar figure at the other side of the club. Mirabella.He wasn't pleased that yet again she defiled him and took his words for granted. She was going to pay for it.She was standing by a table, a tray in her hand, trying to hide her face or pretending she hadn't seen him. But he was well aware that she'd seen him alright. His jaw tightened. His eyes stayed locked on her, unblinking, sharp. She could feel him stare in her soul. The hair on her nape stood. She turned again slightly and his eyes were still on her so she quickly looked away again. His lips curled into a slow, dangerous smile.“My interesting little Bella.” He would handle her later.His men fanned into the club, there were seven of them, heavy steps shaking the ground; not literally. Their presence and dark aura, impossible to miss. They were his brothers, hi

The restroom smelled faintly of fresh perfume mixed with the sharp sting of bleach. Mirabella stood at the long white sink, her trembling hands splashing cool water over her flushed face as she stared at the mirror. She had finally managed to escape Hunter’s suffocating grip, but only because she told him she needed to use the bathroom. If not for that, she was sure he would have kept her pinned on his lap all night, as he uses his hands and fingers to torment her while people watched.Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she tried to calm her breathing. She could still feel his touch burning on her thighs, and on her clit. The shameful pleasure that had made her hide her face in his chest. It was too kink to even think about. She had never thought she would be touched in a public place. And somehow, it felt good.“Get a grip, Mirabella, awfff.” She whispered to herself, shaking the water off her hands before reaching for the tissue dispenser on the wall.The door to the restroom creake