Devil's Psychopathic Obsession のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

The silence in the bathroom was too loud and deafening. Mirabella stood stiffly while Hunter stood tall beside her, his body dripping with water, his face as hard as a carved stone. He had said nothing since they left the club. He said nothing while he carried her upstairs and into the bathroom. Said nothing while he stripped their clothes away as if they were flimsy rags. Said nothing while he pulled her into the steaming shower with him.His large hands moved over her body with measured control. He washed her skin slowly, deliberately, as if she were a porcelain he intended to polish clean. The warm water ran down her curves, mixing with the firm strokes of his palms. He soaped her shoulders, her arms, her breasts. His thumbs brushed over her nipples, but there was no emotion on his face; no smirk, no lustful comment—just silence.Her heart hammered wildly, her chest rising and falling faster with each passing second. The silence scared her more than his angry words ever could. Was

After breakfast, Mirabella followed Ashley down the long hallway to her room, her feet sinking into the soft rug that lined the polished floor. Hunter had left them minutes ago, telling Mirabella that he would be busy for the rest of the day before disappearing toward his study. She had only nodded, not daring to ask anything. Before he would drag her along with him.Ashley’s room was on the opposite wing of the house. When the door opened, Mirabella paused for a second, surprised by the sudden brightness inside. It wasn't as bright as yesterday. Unlike Hunter’s heavy, masculine suite, Ashley’s room was airy and full of color. White curtains fluttered by the tall windows, a vase of fresh roses stood by the bed, and stacks of books lay scattered on the desk beside a half-finished painting.“Wow,” Mirabella breathed, stepping inside. “What did you do to your room Ash…It’s… really pretty in here.”Ashley smiled warmly, tossing her long hair back as she motioned for Mirabella to sit on th

As he kissed her, Mirabella gave in easily, her lips parting under his forceful mouth. The kiss was not soft, neither was it tender. It was wild, demanding, heated—an overwhelming rush of dominance poured into her mouth. His lips pressed hard against hers, as though he wanted to devour her whole, and his tongue invaded her like it had every right to claim every inch of her.Her chest rose and fell in uneven breaths, her heart pounding violently as his mouth worked hers. He swallowed her gasp, sucking it straight from her lungs. When he finally pulled back, her lips were swollen, her breath ragged, and her eyes hazy with need.Hunter stared at her, his eyes darkened with lust, filled with something that sent shivers down her spine. Need. Raw, unfiltered need.He looked directly into her eyes, and before she could even steady herself, he leaned in again—this time slower, deliberate. His lips brushed gently over her closed eyelids, planting a tender kiss on each. Then he kissed her foreh

“So… would… you… let me… go…to work?”Mirabella’s voice was broken into pieces, her words cutting, almost choking out as her body trembled beneath him. Her mouth was half-open, gasping for air, sweat covered her whole body, but she still managed to force the question out between cries of pleasure.Hunter’s cock drove into her relentlessly, filling her to the hilt, stretching her open so wide she could feel every inch of him, every vein pulsing inside her walls. Her hands clutched the sheets above her head, her knuckles white from gripping too tight. Sweat poured down her chest and neck, dampening the strands of her hair that stuck to her flushed skin.Hunter lowered his head and licked the shell of her ear, his hot breath brushing her skin and sending her nerves spiraling. His voice was deep, thick with lust, vibrating in her bones.“You can go to work…” he whispered, his tongue flicking over her earlobe before sucking it into his mouth. “…whenever you want.”Mirabella’s eyes flew wid

After Ryan left, Mirabella followed Hunter as he strode towards the other side of the club. He didn’t give her a chance to breathe or even pause to collect herself after Ryan stood and left, his palm was steady on the small of her back, guiding her through the dim corridors of the club until they stepped into the private elevator. The ride was silent except for the faint hum of the machine. She leaned against the wall, staring at the glowing numbers climb, while Hunter’s eyes remained trained on her like a man trying to memorize a painting.When the elevator dinged, he stepped out first. She followed, her gaze sweeping across the luxurious floor they had arrived at. He led her through the corridor that smelled faintly of leather and expensive cologne until they came to the wide door of his office. He opened it and gestured for her to step inside.The office in his penthouse, spacious, sleek, and designed with the kind of cold authority that screamed Hunter Groves. The leather couches