MADDEST OBSESSION - Chapter 28: Chapter 28

The storm outside rattled against the windows, lightning flashing across the night sky. But inside the penthouse, it wasn’t the weather that carried tension.
It was the envelope sitting on Dominic’s desk.
Sealed. Marked CONFIDENTIAL.
Delivered anonymously. No return address.
Aria found it first. She stood frozen, her fingertips tracing the edge. A pit opened in her stomach. Something felt… wrong.
Dominic entered the room, his shirt unbuttoned, chest glistening from his late-night training session. His gaze instantly zeroed in on the envelope in her hands.
“What is that?” His voice dropped to a dangerous low.
Aria swallowed. “I don’t know.”
He took it from her gently but firmly, slicing the seal open with the silver dagger always strapped to his belt.
A single photograph slid out first.
Aria’s breath left her body.
It was an old picture — her, barely nineteen, standing beside a man. His arm possessively wrapped around her waist. Their faces close. Intimate.
Dominic’s jaw locked. “Who the fuck is this?”
Her pulse pounded. “Dominic—”
“Who. Is. He.”
Aria’s voice trembled as she whispered, “Alessandro.”
The name cut through the air like a blade.
Dominic’s stare turned cold. The room seemed smaller, suffocating.
“My fiancée,” she added quickly. “From before you. Before any of this.”
Dominic’s hands curled into fists. “You were promised to someone else?”
“Yes, years ago. My father arranged it. It was nothing, Dominic. I broke it off long before I met you.”
He stared at her, breathing hard, calculating. “And you never thought to mention this before? You let me think I was your first obsession.”
Aria stepped closer, desperate. “You are my obsession. There’s no one else. Not now. Not ever.”
But the second sheet inside the envelope made everything worse.
A handwritten note:
> “I never forgot her. And I’m coming to take back what was mine first.
— A.”
Dominic’s eyes darkened to pure murder. His voice was deathly calm. “He’s alive. He’s watching us.”
Aria’s hands shook. “It’s a threat.”
Dominic’s nostrils flared as he exhaled slowly. “No. It’s a fucking declaration of war.”
He grabbed Aria roughly by the chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. Not gentle. Desperate. Unstable.
“You belong to me. Understand? I don’t share. I don’t forgive.”
Tears welled in her eyes. “I am yours, Dominic. Completely. But you need to trust me.”
His grip tightened. “Trust doesn’t exist in my world, Aria. Only possession.”
And then his mouth crashed onto hers, but this kiss wasn’t soft — it was furious, punishing. As if kissing her harder would erase the man in the photograph.
With a growl, Dominic shoved everything off the desk — papers, books, glass shattering on the floor — and bent her over it.
“Mine,” he rasped, yanking her panties down. “I need to feel you submit again.”
Aria gasped as he entered her hard from behind, no patience left. His rough grip bruised her hips as he pounded into her, every thrust filled with primal rage and raw need.
“You’re mine,” he snarled between gritted teeth. “Say it.”
“Yours,” she whimpered, barely able to breathe. “Only yours.”
Dominic’s voice was feral. “No past. No ex. No other man. Only. Me.”
He slammed into her over and over until her screams bounced off the walls, until her legs
buckled, until every memory of Alessandro was drowned in Dominic’s brutal claim.