MADDEST OBSESSION - Chapter 26: Chapter 26
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The city was quiet now. Their empire fully secured.
But inside the penthouse, a storm still brewed.
Aria stood on the balcony, looking down at the city they now fully controlled. The war was over, yet the adrenaline still pulsed in her veins. The heat of violence always left her restless. Hungry.
Dominic watched her from the shadows of the bedroom. Shirt unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up, glass of whiskey forgotten in his hand.
She was wearing one of his shirts — oversized, unbuttoned halfway down, exposing her bare thighs, her skin still carrying the faint bruises from last night’s rough claim.
“You’re restless,” he said softly.
Aria turned, her voice low, teasing. “And you’re watching me like a predator.”
His jaw clenched. “Because you make me one.”
She stepped closer, barefoot, dangerous. “You won, Dominic. You have everything. Power. Money. Territory.” She paused, voice dropping. “But do you still want me as much now that the fight is over?”
His eyes darkened instantly, hunger flashing like a storm.
In two strides, he closed the distance, slamming his glass on the table. His hand shot out, gripping her chin, forcing her gaze up to meet his.
“Don’t ever question that,” he rasped. “The war didn’t make me want you.” His voice dropped lower, more possessive, more raw. “You make me want you.”
He spun her around roughly, bending her over the nearest table, his hand pressing firmly between her shoulder blades to pin her there.
“I crave you when you breathe, Aria.” His voice was pure obsession. “When you look at me. When you speak. When you disobey.”
Her breath hitched, her pulse hammering. “So punish me.”
Dominic growled low in his throat. “Don’t tempt me.”
His hand slid up her inner thigh, parting her legs with deliberate slowness. His fingers found her already wet and trembling for him.
“Fuck, Aria. You’re soaked.”
She moaned as he teased her, every slow stroke a deliberate torture. “You love that I drive you insane.”
He leaned down, lips grazing her ear, his breath hot. “You don’t drive me insane, my queen. You own my insanity.”
In one swift motion, he entered her hard, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips. His grip was punishing, his pace rough and unrelenting.
The entire room echoed with the sound of skin meeting skin, of Aria’s desperate cries, of Dominic’s deep, possessive growls.
“You’re mine,” he growled, slamming into her harder. “Say it.”
“Yours,” she whimpered. “Always yours.”
He grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her back against his chest, whispering against her ear as he pounded into her.
“I’ll give you a new war, Aria. Every. Single. Night.”
And he did. Over and over, until her legs buckled, until her screams filled the penthouse
, until his name was the only word she could form.
But inside the penthouse, a storm still brewed.
Aria stood on the balcony, looking down at the city they now fully controlled. The war was over, yet the adrenaline still pulsed in her veins. The heat of violence always left her restless. Hungry.
Dominic watched her from the shadows of the bedroom. Shirt unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up, glass of whiskey forgotten in his hand.
She was wearing one of his shirts — oversized, unbuttoned halfway down, exposing her bare thighs, her skin still carrying the faint bruises from last night’s rough claim.
“You’re restless,” he said softly.
Aria turned, her voice low, teasing. “And you’re watching me like a predator.”
His jaw clenched. “Because you make me one.”
She stepped closer, barefoot, dangerous. “You won, Dominic. You have everything. Power. Money. Territory.” She paused, voice dropping. “But do you still want me as much now that the fight is over?”
His eyes darkened instantly, hunger flashing like a storm.
In two strides, he closed the distance, slamming his glass on the table. His hand shot out, gripping her chin, forcing her gaze up to meet his.
“Don’t ever question that,” he rasped. “The war didn’t make me want you.” His voice dropped lower, more possessive, more raw. “You make me want you.”
He spun her around roughly, bending her over the nearest table, his hand pressing firmly between her shoulder blades to pin her there.
“I crave you when you breathe, Aria.” His voice was pure obsession. “When you look at me. When you speak. When you disobey.”
Her breath hitched, her pulse hammering. “So punish me.”
Dominic growled low in his throat. “Don’t tempt me.”
His hand slid up her inner thigh, parting her legs with deliberate slowness. His fingers found her already wet and trembling for him.
“Fuck, Aria. You’re soaked.”
She moaned as he teased her, every slow stroke a deliberate torture. “You love that I drive you insane.”
He leaned down, lips grazing her ear, his breath hot. “You don’t drive me insane, my queen. You own my insanity.”
In one swift motion, he entered her hard, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips. His grip was punishing, his pace rough and unrelenting.
The entire room echoed with the sound of skin meeting skin, of Aria’s desperate cries, of Dominic’s deep, possessive growls.
“You’re mine,” he growled, slamming into her harder. “Say it.”
“Yours,” she whimpered. “Always yours.”
He grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her back against his chest, whispering against her ear as he pounded into her.
“I’ll give you a new war, Aria. Every. Single. Night.”
And he did. Over and over, until her legs buckled, until her screams filled the penthouse
, until his name was the only word she could form.
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