Alle Kapitel von Obsession Without Rules: Boundless Desire: Kapitel 61 – Kapitel 65

Amara Vance POV"What kind of relationship do we have? I mean… you…"The question finally slipped from my lips, spinning in my mind like a restless storm, banging against the walls of my skull every night.I didn’t finish.Dorian slowly pulled away from my neck. His warm breath that had brushed my skin vanished instantly, and the cold of the room crawled over me. He lifted his eyes to mine. His gaze was still… cold, sharp as frost biting the tips of my fingers."Our relationship has no name. We’re just… messing with each other. Nothing more."His words weren’t spoken—they sank into me. I felt a sharp pain tearing through my chest. My stomach knotted, and the air in my lungs thinned. I blinked slowly, as if trying to wake from a slap I hadn’t heard."What do you mean by that? Do you mess with every girl my age?"My voice was low, but I clearly heard it tremble.He exhaled sharply. The warmth of his hand vanished, replaced by a crushing grip around my wrists. His fingers twisted so hard

Amara Cross POV"Was he really that handsome?"I asked while Asla flipped through TV channels with focus, the soft clicks echoing in the quiet room.She chuckled, then replied,"Yes, very! I really liked his look, and honestly, I was impressed. He also speaks French and Italian fluently."My eyes widened in surprise, and I slapped her thigh enthusiastically."You’re so lucky! Did you get his number?"I asked with curiosity, but she suddenly frowned, the space between her brows tightening."No… not because I was shy, but I couldn’t. He was busy with the other designers."I frowned with her in sympathy, then leaned my head back on the couch, staring at the ceiling."That’s okay. Do you know his full name? Maybe we can find him on social media."She looked at me suddenly, snorting with mockery."He’s famous, has an Instagram account, but even if I thought of messaging him, he wouldn’t reply. He has over a hundred million followers."I gasped, clutching my chest, then slid off the couch u

Amara Cross POVShock painted every line of my face. I tried to push him away, but he stayed rooted, unyielding, blocking every attempt to escape. I bit his hand in a desperate attempt to make him let go. The taste of his skin hit my tongue—a mix of salt and iron—but he didn’t respond.When he noticed my thighs pressing tightly together, my face twisted in a clear frown, he finally released my mouth. As soon as he did, I gasped sharply, my voice breaking as I panted:"The bathroom!"He blinked in surprise at my shout, yet his grip on my wrists remained, pressing until I could feel my pulse hammering under my skin."I know you’re trying to run."He muttered steadily. I exhaled angrily, my body trembling with tension, my blood heating my cheeks."Damn it… if you don’t move, I’ll pee on you! Let go of my wrists!"I shouted in frustration and anger, squeezing my thighs tighter and clamping my lips in impatience. But as soon as he saw the seriousness in my eyes, he let go of my wrists with