MY WILD OBSESSION のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

~CHAPTER SIXTY ONE~ She lifts her chin after speaking, but I can see it, the tremor beneath the performance. “Okay… the truth is, I’m willing to do anything for you to see me,” Ivy says, her voice lowering, almost intimate. “We’ve known each other for years, Hardin. Years. And yet you chose Amelia over me… and I’m still here. For you.” Still here. Like loyalty is something she’s entitled to be rewarded for. I don’t blink. “And that,” I say calmly, “is the only reason you’re sitting in that chair right now. That’s your privilege.” Her jaw tightens. My patience is thinning. “Go straight to the point,” I cut in, my voice dropping a degree colder. “I don’t have time for emotional speeches.” She inhales, gathers herself, and this time when she speaks, it’s not about love. It’s about power. “My family is ready to join hands with yours to subdue the Marcellos,” she says carefully. “We have men, routes, influence in places you don’t.” Now she has my attention. “If you can’t make

~CHAPTER SIXTY THREE~ His jaw tightens. “You’re not built for this.” The words hit harder than the gunshots. “Built for what?” I ask, anger pushing through grief. “Being hunted?” I wipe at my face roughly. His expression shifts into something colder. “I will find out who did this.” “That’s not what I asked.” My voice rises. “Are you sure you don’t already know?” The temperature in the room drops. He stands slowly. “What are you insinuating?” His voice is quiet now. The kind that comes before bodies disappear. “I think,” I say, pushing myself off the floor, “that people don’t get that close to me unless they’re connected to you.” He steps closer. I have to tilt my head back to hold his gaze. “You think I would risk you?” he asks softly. “I don’t know what you’d risk.” His nostrils flare slightly. “You left your car,” he says, voice tightening. “You switched vehicles. You moved without caution.” “Caution?” I let out a bitter laugh. “In my world,” he says, leaning

~CHAPTER SIXTY FIVE~ The silence that follows is deafening. I see his fist clench beneath the water, the muscles in his scarred arm bulging. I expect him to roar. I expect him to snap and hurt me. Instead, he sounds… broken. “You’re not fucking leaving me, Amelia.” I freeze. I have never heard him sound so vulnerable in my entire life. The brutal boss of the underworld is gone; in his place is a man standing on the edge of a cliff. “I might be the worst man to be with,” he murmurs, his dark eyes searching mine with a desperation that makes my heart ache against my will. “But I’m trying.” It is the most terrifying thing he has ever said to me. It is the evidence of a monster who has finally been tamed by a love he doesn't know how to handle—and he is realizing, too late, that the only woman he ever cared for is willing to burn to get away from him. I turn to leave, my hands reaching for the cold marble of the pool’s edge, but his hand hooks around my waist like a vice. In one j

~CHAPTER SIXTY SEVEN~ “You don’t threaten my loved ones again,” I say quietly. His jaw tightens. “Ever.” A pause stretches between us before he finally exhales. “…Fine.” “You don’t touch another woman,” I continue, my voice steady. “Never again,” he vows. “And you don’t make decisions about me, without me.” His eyes hold mine for a long, heavy second, searching for any sign of hesitation. When he finds none, he nods. “…Agreed.” This isn’t just romance. It’s negotiation with the boss of violence. But I see something real in his expression. Not softness, but commitment. “I’m not promising forever tonight,” I say. “I’m promising to try.” His shoulders relax just slightly. “For me, that’s enough.” He rises to his full height and pulls me into his arms—not aggressively, not forcefully. Just firmly, possessively. Like he’s afraid I’ll vanish if he loosens his grip. As his forehead rests against mine, I realize something chilling. He would burn the world for me. And I— I

~CHAPTER SIXTY NINE~ The kiss deepens, slower this time—intentional. His mouth leaves mine and traces down the curve of my jaw to my neck. I gasp softly when his lips brush the sensitive spot beneath my ear. My hands slide into his hair instinctively, holding him there. He takes his time. That’s what undoes me. Every touch is deliberate. Every kiss sends shivers down my spine. It’s like he’s savoring me. My legs part without thought when he shifts between them, his body hovering over mine. The heat of him radiates through the thin silk of my nightie. His fingers hook gently under the strap, sliding it down my shoulder. The fabric loosens, pooling lower as his mouth follows the path he’s created. I arch into him, breath catching. His lips close around my boobs, slow and warm, and a soft moan slips from me before I can stop it. The way he looks up at me while touching me—dark eyes locked on mine—makes my pulse race harder than his mouth ever could. The cool air is a shock,