All Chapters of His Darkest Obsession : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

PRESENT That was the first time Eliana and Cesare had met and had sex after the dare. After the kiss, she had left her friends, linked up with him at the bar, and fucked him. It was the first time she'd ever had a real orgasm with a man. They hadn't known each other then, and afterward, they had simply gone back to being strangers. If she had known. She would have kept her distance. The dare hadn't just been a dare. It had become something they shared between them after that day, even though they never met again until the villa scene. Eliana exhaled a shaky breath and rubbed her hand down her face. She brought her hands up to her gaze. They were shaking so badly. She hated remembering the past. It always left her somber and regretful, and she hated feeling that way because it made her seek other means of clearing those feelings. Mr. Accardi's men had found her after that. Sometimes, she wanted to believe Cesare had told him about her whereabouts. But they hadn't known each o

“Where is she? I want to meet with her,” Cesare said into the phone pressed against his ear, holding it between his shoulder and head. He didn't look at Eliana as he passed her. It had been six weeks since he became Capo. Giulio had told her after she asked about it, after noticing that Cesare had been coming home extremely late. And sometimes, not until the next morning. He had tried speaking with her, but she had avoided his every advance. He continued trying, but lately, he hadn't been coming home at all, and she didn't want to think too much about it. But her brain had a way of steering her thoughts toward dark places, and she had followed them. Cesare loved sex. He couldn't stay more than twenty-four hours without some form of intimacy, yet he had gone more than a month without it and was approaching two months. And still, nothing. Whenever he tried talking to her, he never brought up sex. He only wanted to speak with her, ask about her well-being, and check on her do

The first stroke of his tongue made her jolt. He held her thighs open and licked a slow, deliberate path through her folds, humming when he found her already wet. “So sweet and wet for me.” She moaned and dropped her hands onto his head. He halted. She waited for him to shake her hand out of his hair, but he didn’t. He only looked up. Their eyes clashed, and he exhaled over her. She whimpered and tried closing her legs, but he held them open. “You are my wife.” He sucked her clit and rolled his tongue against it. “I can do whatever I want to you.” He sealed his mouth over her clit and sucked, steady and relentless. Eliana’s fingers dug into his shoulders. A broken sound left her throat before she could stop it. He worked her with focused hunger, tongue alternating between long strokes and tight circles. One of his hands gripped her thigh hard enough to bruise, pulling her to the edge of the seat; the other slid higher, two fingers pressing inside her without war

The eatery was packed with people dressed in dresses, shorts, and tank tops. Some wore singlets. Summer was coming to an end when Eliana stepped into the place, Giulio at her back. She stared around, taking in the crowd. She had been cooped up for too long, and she had finally decided to come out. Cesare hadn’t come home in the past two days, not since they had an encounter in the dining room. He was an asshole. Eliana turned back to Giulio and grabbed his arm. She hated crowds. She always had panic attacks, but the house had been getting suffocating these days, and she needed to get out. “I want to get something at the counter. Please, can you get it for me?” He nodded. Eliana smiled and told him what she wanted. He nodded again and left to get it while she went to find a seat. She found a table beside the door, the only one remaining. It seemed no one wanted to sit close to the door. She waved when she saw Giulio standing and looking around, searching for her.

There was no fireplace in the office, but that didn't mean she couldn't make one. Eliana gathered all the files she could grab and walked around the counter. She threw them onto the marble tiles in the middle of the room. There were no matches, but she had seen a lighter in one of the drawers. She went back to the desk, took it out, and returned behind the counter. She picked up a bottle and the decanter on her way, holding the lighter between her lips. Eliana stood in front of the files scattered across the floor. She bent down and dropped the bottle beside them. Then she pulled the stopper out of the decanter and poured the alcohol over the pile. When she was done and the files were soaked, she picked one up, lit it with the lighter, and threw it onto the pile. The flames caught quickly, spreading across the papers and consuming them. She stepped back, carrying both bottles, and drank from the decanter. The flames danced in her eyes as she watched them burn. Smoke billowed