Todos los capítulos de The Devil's Favourite Obsession : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

(Melissa pov)“Still want to leave?”His voice cut through my thoughts, low and calm, carrying that same unsettling control that seemed to follow him everywhere, as if nothing in his world ever moved without his permission.“No,” I said, the word leaving my lips before I could stop it. Where did my sense of preservation go? Something flickered in his eyes.“Good,” he replied, like the outcome had never been in doubt.The moment I stepped inside, I was in a space that felt less like a home, there was no warmth or softness, even emotion had been stripped out of the walls, everything was expensive just like the man that owns it.“Relax,” Adriano said as he moved past me with effortless confidence, his steps slow and unhurried, as though he had all the time in the world and nothing in it could ever threaten him. “Don't be scared I won't eat you, well I might “ he said with a smirk“I’m not scared,” I replied quickly, though even to my own ears, the words sounded thinner than they should h

(Melissa pov)“Melissa! Wait—!” Fuck it's Daniel, I didn’t stop.“Melissa, please!”I walked faster, my grip tightening around my bag.“Mel—!”I broke into a run, by the time I reached the lecture hall, my chest was tight and my hands were shaking, but I didn’t turn back, I didn’t look for him, I didn’t give myself the chance to hear whatever excuse he was ready to throw at me.“Rough morning?”I dropped into my seat, barely glancing at the girl beside me. “You could say that.”The room quieted as Dr. Nathaniel Carter walked in, placing his notes neatly on the desk.“Today we’ll be discussing criminal psychology in high-risk offenders,” he said, scanning the room. “This is not just theory. This is a real-world application.”“Melissa.”I straightened slightly. “Yes, sir?”“What motivates individuals in organized crime?” Dr. Carter asked.I swallowed. “Power,” I said. “Control… influence. And fear.”“And how do they maintain that authority?”“By making people afraid to challenge them.”

(Adriano pov)“Welcome back, boss.”I stepped out of the prison gates without slowing, the morning air hitting differently after two months behind concrete and steel, the sound of freedom quieter than most people imagined but sharper to someone like me.“You took your time,” I said calmly, adjusting the cuff of my shirt as Luca fell into step beside me.He smirked slightly. “We had to make sure everything was clean.”“It better be.”“It is,” he replied. “No evidence, no witnesses, no loose ends.”Another man opened the car door.“Good to have you back, sir.”I paused just before getting in.“And the ones responsible?” I asked.Luca’s expression hardened. “We’re still tracking movement, but we’re close.”“Close isn’t enough.”“It will be.”“Rossi.”I didn’t turn immediately, I didn’t need to, I already knew the voice.“Detective Kane,” I said slowly, glancing over my shoulder.He stood a few feet away, hands in his pockets, watching me like he had hoped I rot in prison “You walk out l

(Melissa pov)My breath came in ragged gasps, chest heaving against the silk pillowcase that clung damply to my cheek, the salty tang of dried tears mixing with the fresh musk of our mingled release, Adriano weight pressed me down, his chest hair rough against my back, every inhale expanding those tattooed ridges into my skin like brands, his cock, still half-hard and slick with our combined fluids, shifted inside me, stirring the overfilled mess, cool stickiness seeping between my thighs, pooling on the sheets beneath my ass. I hated the way my body responded, my pussy fluttering weakly around the invasion, as if begging for more despite the raw ache radiating from my core. *Bastard owns this now,* the traitorous thought slithered through my mind, fueling a fresh spike of fury even as heat licked low in my belly.He nuzzled my neck, lips brushing the fresh bite mark, tongue lapping at the metallic bead of blood with a low hum of satisfaction, the wet drag sent shivers cascading down

(Adriano pov)“Talk,” I commanded, dropping the hammer with a clang, grabbing his chin again, flesh yielding soft and pulpy now, the man swallowed convulsively, blood bubbling at his lips. “It wasn’t... supposed to go like this. They said you wouldn’t be out yet. Shipment moves clean.”“Who said that?” Luca pressed, leaning in.He hesitated, eyes rolling wild, I didn’t. My fist drove into his side, his ribs giving way with a splintering crunch, he howled, convulsing.“Names,” I growled, close enough to feel the heat radiating from his battered body.“D-Don Alvarez!” he choked, voice splintering. “It’s his operation... expanding... taking your routes... all of ‘em.”Silence crashed down, broken only by his ragged wheezing.Luca shot me a look. “That’s a problem. Alvarez? He’s been quiet too long.”“No,” I said calmly, wiping blood from my split knuckles onto his shirt, the fabric absorbing it greedily. “That’s a message. One we answer in kind.”The man shook his head weakly, chains ji