All Chapters of His Darkest Obsession : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The car skidded to a stop in the driveway, and Giulio came down and held the door open for them. Eliana came down first and went straight inside. She sprinted up the stairs and went into her room, locking the door behind her, but she came out again when she remembered something. She came down the stairs and went outside to the soldiers. They would know where their boss was, and she hadn’t seen him inside while coming down. “Where is your boss?” “In his office.” One of them answered her. “And where the fuck is his office?” He started walking and swung his hand in a follow-me motion. Eliana followed him back into the house. He walked to the right side of the house, somewhere at the back. She sighed. This was Fabrizio’s office. Cesare had taken it for himself. She needed to talk to Fabrizio. For months, almost a year, she hadn’t set her eyes on him or heard from him. She hated him, but he needed to stop his son’s madness. He was getting out of hand. Like father, like son.

She buried her hands in his hair, tangling her tongue with his. Their body heat mixed. She wanted more. She wasn’t yet satisfied from the first round, and Cesare must have felt it because he began thrusting again, slow at first, then deeper. Today has been a rollercoaster of emotions. From waking up in a familiar environment she hadn’t expected, to getting married forcefully. And now there was nothing left to do except wait for him to bring her phone. She was hangry. He wasn’t definitely going to tell her nothing if she asked. “When are we going back?” She couldn’t wait to leave. She had never liked Italy, especially not Naples. All the memories she had here were bitter. Ones she didn’t want to commemorate. His thrusts suddenly became faster, harder, like he couldn’t get enough of her. Their hands locked tightly around each other. Then Cesare pulled out without warning. Before she could protest, he dragged her off the desk by her hips and spun her around. Her bare chest h

Cesare picked Eliana up from the bed, his hands under her armpits like she was a child. He carried her to the bathroom, which was separated by a glass door. He dropped her gently onto the floor and knelt down to help her pull down her panties. Her hands rested on his shoulders to steady herself. She was still crying and shaking. Her body needed a lot of rest from drinking and the stress she had been putting it through. A healthy diet and medicines were what she needed now. He stood up to his full height, the panties in the sink. Cesare cupped her face in his two hands. The air that he breathed and the reason for his existence was all for her. As much as he didn’t want the seat of the Capo to fall into his uncle’s hands, where he would begin using it for evil things, there was another reason he wanted it. It was to protect her. She had no one but him. Her mother had used her as payment after a debt. Her father had died even before she was born. She never knew him. She had liv

CONTINUATION Eliana’s eyes fluttered open. The lights shone bright in her eyes. She grimaced, squinting at them, then used her arm to cover her face. “Uhhh,” she groaned. She shifted where she lay. Her neck ached as she moved, and she realized she was still on the tile floor of her room where she had sat and cried last night. Memories of last night came at her in waves. Mr. Accardi had tried abusing her. She didn’t know what kind of abuse it would have been physical or sexual. He had been drunk. But he had come at her, and very violently. It was so scary. She threw something at him. This wasn’t her. She didn’t hit people. She had never harmed anyone. But she would do anything to escape people who wanted to harm her, including the only person she knew right now. She didn’t know what he could do while she lived under his roof. He could starve her and leave her outside. Punish her. Even harm her physically. Eliana shuddered where she sat on the floor, thinking about the possi

This part of town was a place his father never ventured into, filled with aging and faded buildings that had been bleached by the Neapolitan sun. Little grocery stores and cafes lined the streets, where men sat down, drinking and doing nothing. The smell of warm bread and roasted coffee carried through the air, mixed with the faint saltiness of the sea. Cesare drove past them and farther inside. His father classified these people as the unfortunate ones. People that God had made for him to rule over. The place was filled with Neapolitans who asked for protection from the Camorra and still acted like saints whenever the government asked them if they knew anything about them. Cesare loosened his grip on the steering wheel as he moved farther away from the crowd of tourists, heading toward his destination. The road opened into a street of modest homes, where weathered high walls concealed sprawling gardens and houses. He drove to a stop when he reached an imposing wrought-iron