All Chapters of Obsession Without Rules: Boundless Desire: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

69 Chapters

You Owe Me a Kiss

Amara Cross POV“Mr. Dorian? Why did you invite me to this party?” I whispered, still trapped in his arms. My head tilted back slightly, trying to escape his overwhelming pull, but my body betrayed me, leaning fully into him, craving to cling closer.He didn’t answer me right away. His eyes pierced mine from behind the mask, reading me like an open book.Then he spoke in his deep, velvety voice, “You ask too many questions, Amara… and unfortunately, you won’t find an answer to this one tonight.”He continued the dance as if nothing had happened. His hands held me gently, his steps steady, as if the music itself had been composed to match his rhythm. When our eyes met in a magical moment, he leaned toward me slowly, close to my neck. My heart thudded violently, threatening to tear out of my chest.I inhaled his scent deeply, feeling him draw my soul in with his breath. Then, unexpectedly, his lips brushed my heated skin. It was a delicate kiss, soft like a warm breeze across bare flesh

When Will We Return?

Amara Cross POV“You look… stunning.”Dorian whispered near my ear, his warm breath brushing against my skin, sending a violent shiver through my body like electricity.It seemed he noticed me trembling, for he pulled me slightly closer. I rested against his firm chest, trying to regain my balance on these high heels.A blush colored my cheeks a deep crimson. All eyes in the hall still watched us curiously. Yet, despite everything, I couldn’t deny the pleasure of it; his closeness gave me a sense of safety I never knew existed. His embrace felt like the only refuge amidst the chaos.“All these stares… they make me nervous.” I whispered softly, lifting my eyes to him, clinging to his gaze through the mask. His eyes met mine for a moment, then he gently held my hand, as if his hand had been made to fit perfectly with mine.“Alright…” He spoke in that confident, husky voice.“Come, let’s go up to the yacht’s deck… the fresh air might help ease your tension.”I nodded silently, leaving my

I See You’re Tired

Amara Cross POV“And that’s why I didn’t tell you…”I pretended to frown, placing my hand over my chest, letting my shoulders slump forward slightly.“Does that mean you purposely ignored my question earlier to avoid the ones I might ask next?”He answered simply while cutting a small piece of his food.“I’m just taking the shortcut to peace.”I laughed despite myself and noticed how his expressions softened, a hint of gentle warmth appearing. I felt the barriers between us begin to melt… not quickly, but like snow slowly dissolving on a cork.“I’m not asking too many questions, am I?”He looked at me with faint disapproval, then tilted his head, speaking in a quiet, mischievous tone:“Most likely, you’d ask even in your sleep.”I laughed, resting my cheek on my hand as I watched him.“But I don’t ask without reason… maybe.”The party ended, and exhaustion crept into my limbs slowly. The evening had been wrapped in soft music, and everyone danced elegantly, with dedication.Dorian had

Are You Kidding Me?

Amara Cross"Why do disasters follow me wherever I go?!"The words burst out of me with a bitter laugh coated in disbelief. I muttered angrily as I paced the room. My breaths came in quick, uneven gasps.I grabbed Layla by her arms in desperation, shaking her as if I could wrest the truth from her body, unable to believe what was happening. My heart pounded in my ears like war drums.I asked in shock, "Are you kidding me? What was her answer? What did I tell her? Was Layla with me? How? But why?"My questions fired like bullets, one after another, and with each one, I drew her closer until I could feel the heat of her breath. Layla narrowed her eyes and raised an eyebrow, then slowly pressed her cold finger to my forehead, pushing me back, saying provocatively:"Calm down, monkey… I told her the truth. You weren’t at my place, of course."My eyes widened in disbelief. I felt like the floor had melted beneath me. I surrendered to reality and collapsed onto the chair, my body sliding so

Fuck yourself

Amara Cross POV "Are you stupid or what? Don’t you understand inheritance? My mom is a blonde British woman, and that’s why I got my skin color from her." Max lazily rested his arms on the wooden table, looking at me with clear mockery, his eyebrows furrowed in teasing amusement, while his eyes sparkled with a provocative glint. Heat rushed to my cheeks. I blushed, embarrassed at my slow realization. I lowered my gaze to watch dust particles dance in the sunlight for a moment, then straightened up, trying to regain my composure, while Layla had already settled into her seat across from me. Layla spoke in a playful tone, raising her hand to catch his attention: "Max, I want a chocolate crepe, and don’t skimp on the chocolate, and a cup of cappuccino..." She turned to me and added, "And you, Amara?" I was still shoo

Swaying like a Whore

Amara Cross POV "This… no! The neckline is too much. And this… it doesn’t show the waist right!" I stood behind Layla, walking half-heartedly, more focused on seeing my anxious reflection in the long mirrors scattered around than on the dresses themselves. I lifted a simple black dress and asked softly, "What do you think about this one?" Layla turned, glanced at it out of the corner of her eye, then raised an eyebrow in subtle disdain, pressing her lips together:"Ew, this? Like you’re going to a funeral." My eyes widened in shock at her bluntness. I returned the dress to its place and let out a long sigh. Layla kept diving between the racks as if hunting for hidden treasure until she suddenly froze, a sly smile spreading across her face. She pulled out a dark blue dress, short, reaching mid-thigh, its fabric gl

Mr Dorian, Touch Me

Amara Cross POV I grabbed the big glass, picked up the bottle in front of me with a hand trembling from a mix of anger and excitement, and poured the golden liquid until it nearly spilled over. I slammed the bottle on the table with a sharp clang, then raised the glass and drained it in one gulp. I squeezed my eyes shut as a burning heat ripped down my throat and spread like wildfire across my chest. "Oh my God, Amara, who drinks whiskey from a glass this big?"Layla shouted, snatching the glass from my hands, but I had already emptied it to the last drop. I grimaced in disgust, the bitter whiskey scorching my tongue. "Ugh… it’s so bitter." Mark’s eyes widened in shock as he ran a hand through his hair. "Wait… is this your first time?" His words barely left his mouth before he swallowed hard, terrified by Layla’s piercing glare.

You Throw Yourself Into the Fire

Amara Cross POV My hands rose slowly, my fingers sliding into Dorian’s dark hair, sinking deep, wrapping around him with messy hunger. I pulled him closer, like I was asking for more without saying a word. The moment my lips pulled away for a single second, he exhaled hard. His hot breath crashed against my face. Then he struck back, parting his lips and catching my lower lip with raw need, sucking it in like he was drinking from me. Air locked in my chest. I choked for a second. I pressed my palm to his chest, trying to force space, trying to breathe. He did not back away. Instead, his hands grabbed my thighs and lifted me off the floor. I gasped straight into his mouth, my voice shaking between our lips. With one motion, he wrapped my legs around his waist and pinned my back to the door. The rough wood scraped my skin while the heat of h

I Do Not Want to Hurt You

Amara Cross POV “Do not hide it from me. I saw everything already, Amara.” I whispered back, my voice broken and shaking, almost lost under the sound of the water pouring down. “And you? What are you hiding from me?” He did not answer. He only lifted his hand and brushed it along my cheek. His thumb paused on my lips. A light touch. It sent a sharp spark through my body. He moved closer until I felt his breath mix with the water. His chest pressed against my bra with almost no space between us. The warmth of his skin reached me even through the cold spray. He whispered, his voice rough and low, almost impossible to hear, yet it went straight through me. “I am hiding that I do not want to hurt you, even after all the chaos you cause inside me.” I closed my eyes. I do no

What Happened Last Night?

Amara Cross POV The sound of the electric kettle filled the kitchen. He noticed me enter without turning around and spoke in his deep voice, heavy, like it came from a tired chest. "I am making you coffee. It will help with the hangover." I stopped halfway down the stairs, holding the dress in my arms. Its cold fabric clashed with the warmth of the T shirt that belonged to him. I muttered, stubborn and low, "No need. I am leaving now. My cousin will worry if I am late." He paused. He half turned toward me. His eyes brushed over my face, then dropped to the clothes I was wearing, his clothes. The look was brief, but heavy. He said nothing. Finally, he nodded, no resistance. "As you wish." I turned at once and headed for the door, moving before he could say more. We got into the car in

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