All Chapters of MY WILD OBSESSION : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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Chapter fifty one

CHAPTER FIFTY ONEI shake off the thoughts crowding my mind.Sophia glances at me. “Are you okay?”“Yeah… yeah, I’m fine,” I say, forcing a soft smile.I ask the driver to play something calm. Low music fills the car, slow and sultry, easing the chaos inside me. When we arrive, the building towers over us—glass, steel, luxury. One of the biggest cosmetic brands in the world. “I step out of the car, swaying my hips, ready to bag the deal. Of course, money has to be made.”A brief meeting follows—negotiations, figures, and expectations. Cameras flash, blinding and constant. I officially partner with Beauty Skin Cosmetics, locking in a major endorsement.Then comes the shoot. cameras all over me. My body angles into poses I’ve mastered, seductive but classy. The crew watches me like I’m art, like I’m temptation packaged for millions.By the time we wrap, my cheeks ache from smiling and my joints ache; I need a massage.Next, we move to another brand I’m already working with. We sit aro

Chapter fifty two

~CHAPTER FIFTY TWO~ A small whimper slips out of me. My body is on fire — wet, tight, desperate. “But I won’t,” he says softer, hurting. “Not unless you say you want it too. Not unless you need this like I do.” I close my eyes, looking for any reason to stop. All I feel is how much I want his hands everywhere. When I look at him again, he’s waiting, like everything depends on me. “I’m scared,” I breathe. “Not only of Hardin. I’m scared I won't be able to stop... that I'll cling to this desire until I don't recognize myself anymore.” He presses his forehead harder. “Then we stop. I walk away. We act like this never happened.” My hand moves by itself — up his chest, grabbing his shirt tight. “No, I want this,” I whisper, voice shaking. “So… bad.” Something flashes in his eyes — relief, desire, pure need. Then he kisses me. It’s messy and hungry—lips crashing, tongues touching, no holding back. I moan loud into his mouth, hands clutching his shoulders so I don’t fall. He groan

Chapter fifty three

CHAPTER FIFTY THREE Pulls out completely in one long, slick slide.I whine at the sudden emptiness, clenching around nothing. “No—wait—”“Shh.” He kisses me quick and dirty, then drops back to his knees between my spread thighs. His hands push my legs wider, hooking under my knees to hold me open for him.Two fingers slide straight into me—no warning, no tease—just thick and deep, curling up to press hard against that spongy spot inside. My back bows off the desk, a sharp cry ripping out of me.“Look at you,” he growls, eyes locked on where his fingers disappear into my soaked pussy. “So fucking wet… dripping everywhere.”He pumps them slow at first, then faster—curling, twisting, scissoring—hitting that spot over and over until my thighs start shaking again. His thumb finds my clit, rubbing tight little circles while his fingers fuck me deeper.I’m moaning nonstop now, head thrashing, hands gripping the edge of the desk so hard my knuckles turn white. “Oh god—fuck—right there—don’t s

Chapter fifty four

~CHAPTER FFIFTY FOUR~ He lets out a soft laugh when he looks around his office. It’s a mess—papers scattered, jacket on the chair, disorder everywhere. “I will fix here,” he says, already bending to pick things up. He gestures toward the bathroom. “You can freshen up.” I grab my clothes and slip inside, locking the door behind me. I rinse my face, steady my breathing, scrub at my skin like I can erase what just happened. And then it hits me. I need to go home. I need to use my body wash; I can’t let Hardin catch a different scent. I just slept with another man. And his life could be in danger because of me. My chest tightens. I quickly clean up and put on my clothes. I leave the restroom and walk straight past him, reaching for my bag without meeting his eyes. The smile leaves his face as he watches me. Something in me has already shut down. I don’t look at him. I don’t slow down. I grab my bag like it’s a lifeline. “What are you doing?” Blake asks, confused, then alarmed

Chapter fifty five

~CHAPTER FIFTY FIVE~ I follow him, my steps quiet behind his broad frame, unaware of which version of him I’ll meet tonight—the husband, or the monster. We stop before the door. We stop before the same room— THE BOSS carved into the wood, a wolf sculpture mounted beneath it. Watching. The door opens. The moment I step inside, Andrew remains outside. The door closes behind me with a muted click that sounds far too final. I tell myself to breathe. To move smoothly. One wrong note and he’ll smell it—feel it. I lift my chin and let my gaze wander slowly around the private office—the dark wood, the glass walls, the leather chair that looks more like a throne. I act like I’ve been here a thousand times. Like my heart isn’t pounding against my ribs. Hardin doesn’t move. His eyes stay on me. Fixed. Sharp. “Where have you been?” he asks. His tone is low, controlled—but it makes the fine hairs along my arms rise. “Oh… Sophia and I had meetings,” I say easily. “Business. Brands t

Chapter fifty six

~CHAPTER FIFTY SIX~ I wish this bathwater could magically carry me to the ocean, anywhere but here—because how the hell am I supposed to get out of this? “Answer the damn question,” he snaps. “Who touched you?” His voice is sharp now. Angry. I swallow, then lift my chin and look him straight in the eyes. “No one,” I say. “I touched myself. I took my underwear off, and that’s why it smells the way it does.” The words hang in the air. He studies me, suspicion etched deep into his face. “Oh—or am I not even allowed that?” I add, heat rising in my chest. “Because all I do is live by your rules. I’m tired of it.” I glare at him, daring him to deny me even this. Something shifts. He drops the underwear onto the floor. Before I can stop myself, the anger spills out. "You wouldn't fuck me, so I did your job for you." My heart slams painfully against my ribs. I let out a sigh of relief—that was too close. He pauses. Then he turns back. His eyes are different now—dark, unreada

Chapter fifty seven

~CHAPTER FIFTY SEVEN~ I can’t take whatever he brings me. So I lie back down and close my eyes, slowing my breathing, letting my body go slack—playing asleep like my life depends on it.Because with him, it just might.A few minutes pass.Then the door opens.Soft footsteps.A gentle tap on my shoulder.I don’t move.I don’t breathe too fast.Then his voice—low, deep, unyielding—cuts straight through the act.“Amelia. I know you’re not sleeping,” he says calmly.“Now sit the fuck up.”My eyes flutter open slowly, like I’ve been caught mid-crime.I turn toward him, deliberately avoiding his gaze, and push myself upright. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, a cup in his hand, steam curling lazily into the air.He holds it out.I hesitate.“Drink.”The word lands heavy.My fingers close around the cup, warmth seeping into my skin. My heart slams against my ribs as if trying to escape before the rest of me can’t.I don’t lift it fast enough.His jaw tightens. He leans closer, voice dr

Chapter fifty eight

~CHAPTER FIFTY EIGHT~ Why am I so afraid of this man? He isn’t a saint. I know that. He cheated first. I know he still does. And yet here I am—heart racing, palms damp, like I’m the one who committed the greater crime. I straighten my shoulders and meet his gaze. “I don’t know,” I say, steady on the outside. “It could be anybody. Why are you getting worked up over a piece of paper?” I take the note from his hand. For a split second, I think he might grab my wrist. Crush it. Demand the truth. He doesn’t. But I feel it anyway—the heat under his skin, the restraint stretched thin. His jaw tightens, his eyes darken. And somehow that’s uneasy. I watch his back as he moves through the room, retrieving whatever made him return in the first place. His movements are controlled, precise—like a man putting distance between himself and something he might destroy if he stays too close. When he steps back into the living room, his eyes are ice. “You know what happens,” he s

Chapter fifty nine

~CHAPTER FIFTY NINE~ I end the call and drop the phone into the console. The car feels too quiet. Cassie doesn’t look away from me. Her stare is sharp now, searching, like she’s trying to read something I’m deliberately not saying. “What’s wrong?” she asks softly. I inhale, then force my lips into a smile that doesn’t quite reach my eyes. “I just lost focus for a second,” I say. “I’m fine.” She doesn’t believe me but she lets it go. “Okay,” she says lightly, nudging my arm. “Just don’t get us killed.” “I’ll try not to,” I murmur. The city rushes past us in a blur of glass and movement. After a moment, Cassie exhales, anger bubbling up. “But honestly, it’s sick. Why would they even drag your name into a missing—dead man’s story? These bloggers are out of control. They should be sued.” I don’t answer. Because the moment she says it, I see him. The stillness. The unnatural quiet of a body that will never move again. My jaw tightens. I keep my eyes on the road, cou

Chapter sixty

CHAPTER SIXTY HARDIN’S POV “Father,” I say into the phone, my voice measured, deliberate. “Everything is under control. The Marcello family will be dealt with. I don’t want her anywhere near the underground operations.” My gaze locks on the wolf sculpture on my desk—stone fangs bared, predator frozen mid-snarl. Silence stretches. A slow breath hums through the receiver. “You’re speaking like a man who’s forgotten his blood.” “I know my blood better than anyone,” I reply. A sharp, humorless laugh. “Then why does it sound like you have gone soft?” I straighten. “I haven’t.” “You have,” he says calmly, which is worse than shouting. “You’re protecting her.” “It’s strategy,” I reply. “She doesn’t need to be exposed. Not yet.” “I don’t care what your reasons are,” he cuts in coldly. “Amelia should be involved in the family business. She’s the wife of a mafia boss. She should start living in that world.” I rise from my chair, slow, controlled. “That’s exactly why you wanted Ivy.

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