บททั้งหมดของ MY WILD OBSESSION : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

~CHAPTER EIGHTY ONE~HARDIN’S POVThe figure sways her hips slowly as she steps further into the room.Through my hazy vision, all I see is Amelia.My heart jumps violently in my chest. Then I shake my head hard.No… that can’t be her.The figure blurs for a moment, the room tilting slightly around me. For a second the face changes, unfamiliar, and then suddenly it’s Amelia again.“What the hell…” I mutter under my breath.I rub my eyes, trying to snap out of it, but nothing changes. The heat in my body only grows stronger, making my thoughts foggy and slow.The only thing my mind settles on is one conclusion.A dream.It has to be.The figure walks closer, her movements slow and deliberate. She stops in front of me and begins removing her clothes one by one, letting them fall softly to the floor.My breathing grows heavier.I try to look away, forcing my jaw tight.This is insane.But my body refuses to cooperate. The tension between my legs is already painful, my erection standing h

~CHAPTER EIGHTY THREE~HARDIN’S POVI step out of our wing and into the hallway, already buttoning my shirt, my mind shifting gears.Whatever this is, it better be worth it.I walk down the hallway and straight to my office. Still reeling from Amelia, I can’t help but smile at how effortlessly she gets to me. Even her dramatic side gets me heated.I push the door open.Andrew is already inside, standing to the side like he knows better than to waste my time.I walk past him without a word and take my seat, leaning back slightly, one hand resting on the armrest.“Start talking,” I say, my voice low.He doesn’t hesitate.“Our men are picking up movement across the city,” he says. “One of our informants called in. There’s a prosecutor in town. He’s been tracking underground operations—routes, finances, connections.”I don’t react. Not yet.Andrew continues, his tone tightening just slightly. “He’s digging into the Steve Carter case.”A brief silence settles.I tap my fingers once against

~CHAPTER EIGHTY FIVE~ AMELIA’S POV “Uh… no, I’m not.” The answer comes, but there’s a flicker, just a slight hesitation in his eyes that I don’t miss. “She’ll leave soon,” he continues, voice lower now. “Can you just ignore her for now… till she leaves?” I watch him for a moment, then look away like he’s already said enough. “I don’t give a damn about her,” I say, my tone flat, almost bored. “I’d actually cherish it if she treated me like I don’t exist. Because if it were left to me, I wouldn’t see her at all, unless she makes the mistake of getting in my way.” That earns me a reaction. A slow, sinful smile spreads across his lips. “My fierce wife,” he murmurs, his voice dipping in a way that sends warmth straight through me. “I missed you. At least come down to your husband.” And just like that— My lips betray me. They curl slightly before I can stop them, and I quickly fold them in, hiding it. Ugh. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and I hate that it works.

~CHAPTER EIGHTY SEVEN~“Just do whatever you want with me,” I respond. He starts moving again, still slow and deep, each thrust measured and controlled. His thick cock drags deliciously against my walls, making my breath hitch with every stroke.Then, without warning, his pace shifts—a little rougher, a little harder. The sound of skin meeting skin grows louder, wetter. His hand slides up my back and wraps firmly around the front of my throat, holding me in place with just enough pressure to make my pulse race, but never enough to hurt.A happy, broken cry spills from my lips. “Oh my God… I love you, Hardin,” I stutter, voice trembling with pleasure. “Fuck… me… like that.”He groans in response, the sound vibrating against my skin as he leans down and presses open-mouthed kisses along my neck and shoulder.“I can never get enough of you,” he whispers hotly into my ear, his breath sending shivers down my spine. His grip on my throat tightens just a fraction as he drives into me with

~CHAPTER EIGHTY NINE~He’s seated behind the CEO desk like the boss he obviously is, and it confuses the hell out of me.For a brief moment, I just stare, trying to connect the pieces. This man confuses me in ways I don’t like. A therapist, a real estate agent… and now this?He stands as soon as he sees me, his face lighting slightly, though his composure remains intact. “Good morning,” he says smoothly. “Welcome to J&J Real Estate, Mrs. Massimo.”I walk forward, slower now, my eyes still on him as I take my seat. Dave and Sophia settle beside me, but the atmosphere has already shifted. His gaze lingers longer than it should, and for a moment, I feel it, that quiet tension we never resolved. It makes me uncomfortable, so I look away first.We begin discussing the property, and everything moves with efficiency. Documents are laid out, terms reviewed, clauses clarified. Dave steps in when necessary, ensuring everything aligns perfectly with the Massimo interests, his tone precise and pr