Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Darkest Obsession : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 6

Yawning, Eliana scrubbed her eyes as she stretched her body. Her waist made a small sound as she tried to find a comfortable spot on the bed. Her head pounded so hard she had to hold it, scared it would drop right off her shoulder.“Jesus.”She dropped her head back onto the pillow and used her arm to cover her eyes from the glaring sun coming through the curtains. The sun was hard and filled her entire room, which was enough to tell her it was already noon.She yawned again, but it strained her head. She sighed and quit yawning altogether, forcing herself to sit up. Looking at her bedside table, her eyes searched for a glass of water and a pill, but found none.Cesare must have forgotten, or he simply didn’t inform the housekeeper about it. She wasn’t trying to feel entitled, but anytime she had a hangover there was always a pill and a note with a quick scrawl telling her to drink, rest, and not go out that day.But today there was nothing, and the house sounded so quiet she could fe

“Such a good girl.”Cesare’s hand slid up her leg to her thigh, sending a shiver through her body. Words rose in her throat but she forced them back. He wouldn’t listen anyway.She whimpered, crystal eyes glistening. Her skirt was too short. She regretted choosing it, but there had been nothing else to wear when her friend dragged her out to the club.“Ce…”“Shhh, tesoro.”He stroked her thighs, groping slowly, until his fingers skimmed the apex of her legs—close enough to her panties that she whimpered again. The alcohol from the club made every touch feel sharper.His fingers glided over the damp fabric without giving her real pressure, just light, deliberate flutters. She moaned. He knew exactly what he was doing. He wanted her desperate, tears in her eyes, begging for his fingers.She was already soaked. Even in the low lamp light he could see how the white lace she had thrown on in a haste was darkened and clinging to her.Sweat beaded on her forehead. When his knuckles finally

The stench of dried piss and copper hit Cesare the moment he stepped into the basement. It was thick enough that he briefly considered a mask, then dismissed the idea. He wanted his mouth free to speak and sneer without pulling away anything. “Is he there?”He reached the bottom of the stairs, meeting up with his right-hand man Andrea, who stood close to a beaten-up man sitting on a seat. Cesare's smile was slow, a cruel, twisted one. “Yes, boss.”“I can see that. You did well, Andrea.”“Thanks, boss.”Cesare went to stand before the man. Swollen eyes, busted lips dripping blood. His nose leaking a few drops, some few tears and scars on his face.He didn’t look more handsome as Cesare pulled black leather gloves from his back pocket and tugged them on. “I don’t want to dirty my hands with your filthy blood, Alessandro. I just finished touching my woman. The feeling of her soft skin is still on them and I don’t want you to taint them.”A low, broken grumblings eased from the beate