All Chapters of Dark Obsession : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Tiziano The black SUV cuts through the rain-slicked streets on the outskirts of the city, headlights slicing through the downpour. I sit in the passenger seat, jaw tight, fingers drumming once against my knee before I force them still. Silvano drives in silence—hands steady on the wheel, eyes scanning every mirror and shadow. “You sure this is the guy?” I ask. Silvano doesn’t look at me. “Lorenzo Bianchi. Worked security and logistics for your father for eight years. Disappeared three days after the fire, resurfaced under a new name on the docks. Our men grabbed him two hours ago.” I stare out at the passing warehouses. “He knows something. No one vanishes that clean after my sister burns unless they’re running from guilt or orders.” Silvano nods once. “We’ll get it out of him.” The SUV turns onto a narrow service road. Gravel crunches under the tires as we pull up to the derelict warehouse. Two of our men slide the heavy door open. Inside, the air is thick with rust, oi

Silvano The next day is torture. I watch from afar as Mirella plays the perfect daughter during lunch with her father. Riccardo has no idea I was buried inside his daughter hours ago, filling her with my cum while he slept down the hall. I send her a message at dusk. Silvano: Safe house. A car will pick you up. She arrives just after nightfall. The moment the door closes behind her, I have her against it. We don’t even make it to the bed the first time. I drop to my knees, push her dress up, and eat her until she’s shaking and begging. Then I bend her over the couch and fuck her hard from behind, one hand fisted in her hair, the other rubbing her clit until she screams my name. Afterward, I carry her to the bedroom. We shower together—slow, soapy hands exploring every inch. I take her against the shower wall, slow and deep this time, whispering filthy praises in her ear. “You’re so tight for me… taking every inch like you were made for my cock… such a good girl letting me

Mirella Chaos explodes through the house before I can even scream. The crash from downstairs turns into shattering glass and heavy boots pounding across marble floors. Silvano’s hand stays clamped over my mouth as he pulls me away from the bed, his body a solid wall between me and the door. His gun is already drawn, eyes scanning the shadows like a predator. “Stay behind me,” he whispers fiercely. Shouts erupt below. Male voices, rough and furious. “Where the fuck is he? Ricardo! Come out, you coward!” “Find the daughter. She’ll do for now.” My blood turns to ice. Luciano Caruso’s men. They came for my father to avenge Vittorio, but they’ve found an empty house instead. Silvano pushes me toward the corner of the room, behind a heavy wardrobe. “Do not make a sound.” Screams rip through the mansion. Rosa. The other staff. I hear frantic footsteps running in every direction, doors slamming, people shouting in panic. “Intruders!” someone yells. “Call the police— no, he’ll kill u

Silvano Pain greets me first — a deep, throbbing ache across my ribs and shoulder. Then warmth. Soft breathing against my chest. I open my eyes slowly, the dim light of the safe house bedroom filtering in. Mirella is curled up beside me, her head resting on my uninjured side, one hand loosely fisted in my shirt like she fell asleep terrified I might disappear. Her face is peaceful now, but dried tear tracks still stain her cheeks, and there’s a smudge of ash near her temple. I lie still for a long time, just watching her. The rise and fall of her breathing. The way her dark hair spills across the pillow. She looks smaller like this, vulnerable in a way that twists something fierce inside my chest. This girl was supposed to be a target. Now she’s the only reason my heart is still beating. I shift carefully, swallowing a groan as fresh pain flares through my stitched wounds. Ciro did good work, as always. I manage to slide out of bed without waking her, tucking the blanket higher ar

Mirella I slip through the side entrance just as the first hints of dawn touch the sky. My body still feels heavy with smoke and fear, and the silk slip I’m wearing is stained with Silvano’s blood. I pause in the hallway, listening. The house is eerily quiet now, but the smell of smoke lingers in the air like a ghost that refuses to leave. Rosa appears from the kitchen, her face pale and eyes wide with relief when she sees me. She rushes forward and pulls me into a tight hug before I can say anything. “Signorina Mirella,” she whispers, voice shaking. “Thank God. They said you escaped, but I didn’t know… I couldn't be sure if you were safe.” “I’m okay,” I murmur, hugging her back. My throat still burns from the smoke. “Is everyone else alright?” “Some bruises and frights, but we’re alive. The fire didn’t spread too far. Your father…” She pulls back, worry etched deep into her features. “He returned an hour ago. He’s been in his study since. He’s angry, cara. Very angry.” I nod.