MADDEST OBSESSION - Chapter 33: Chapter 33
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Weeks had passed since Alessandro’s death. The city was calm.
The empire solid.
The streets quiet.
But inside the Moretti penthouse, the real storm had begun.
Aria sat alone in the massive library, staring at the flames flickering in the grand fireplace. She was restless. The silence unnerved her.
She felt Dominic’s presence before she saw him.
He entered silently, leaning against the doorframe, watching her like a hunter studying its prey.
“You’ve been quiet lately,” he said softly. “You used to crave my attention.”
Aria turned her head slowly. “You watch me all the time, Dominic. Even when you pretend you’re not.”
His eyes darkened, voice dipping low. “Because I need to know you’re still mine.”
“You killed Alessandro. There’s no one left to take me.”
“That’s where you’re wrong,” Dominic whispered as he slowly crossed the room. “There will always be someone. Always a threat. Even you.”
“Me?”
He stood before her now, towering, dangerous. “Do you think I don’t see it? The way you’ve started pulling away. The way you hesitate to fully submit.”
Aria’s pulse quickened. Not with fear. With something far more dangerous.
“You don’t own my soul, Dominic,” she said softly. “You own my body. You own my heart. But my soul? That’s mine.”
His jaw flexed. “Then I will break it. And rebuild it as mine.”
She stood slowly, their faces inches apart. “You want complete control.”
“I need it,” he growled.
Her breath caught. “And if I fight you?”
His voice dropped into pure obsession. “Then you give me reason to chase you again.”
The tension between them was electric. No sex. No violent touch. Just raw, unbearable intimacy. The silence louder than any scream.
Aria whispered, “You’re addicted to the hunt.”
“And you’re addicted to being hunted,” he rasped.
Their foreheads pressed together, both trembling — not from weakness, but from the dangerous high of their obsession spiraling deeper.
“I can’t breathe without you,” Dominic confessed in a broken whisper. “And that terrifies me more than anything else.”
Aria’s voice trembled. “Then never let go.”
“I never will.”
Later That Night
Aria lay awake beside him as he slept. His arm was possessively wrapped around her waist. Even in sleep, his grip never loosened.
> This was no longer love.
This was something far more dangerous.
A beautiful, violent prison they both chose.
And neither wanted freedom.
The empire solid.
The streets quiet.
But inside the Moretti penthouse, the real storm had begun.
Aria sat alone in the massive library, staring at the flames flickering in the grand fireplace. She was restless. The silence unnerved her.
She felt Dominic’s presence before she saw him.
He entered silently, leaning against the doorframe, watching her like a hunter studying its prey.
“You’ve been quiet lately,” he said softly. “You used to crave my attention.”
Aria turned her head slowly. “You watch me all the time, Dominic. Even when you pretend you’re not.”
His eyes darkened, voice dipping low. “Because I need to know you’re still mine.”
“You killed Alessandro. There’s no one left to take me.”
“That’s where you’re wrong,” Dominic whispered as he slowly crossed the room. “There will always be someone. Always a threat. Even you.”
“Me?”
He stood before her now, towering, dangerous. “Do you think I don’t see it? The way you’ve started pulling away. The way you hesitate to fully submit.”
Aria’s pulse quickened. Not with fear. With something far more dangerous.
“You don’t own my soul, Dominic,” she said softly. “You own my body. You own my heart. But my soul? That’s mine.”
His jaw flexed. “Then I will break it. And rebuild it as mine.”
She stood slowly, their faces inches apart. “You want complete control.”
“I need it,” he growled.
Her breath caught. “And if I fight you?”
His voice dropped into pure obsession. “Then you give me reason to chase you again.”
The tension between them was electric. No sex. No violent touch. Just raw, unbearable intimacy. The silence louder than any scream.
Aria whispered, “You’re addicted to the hunt.”
“And you’re addicted to being hunted,” he rasped.
Their foreheads pressed together, both trembling — not from weakness, but from the dangerous high of their obsession spiraling deeper.
“I can’t breathe without you,” Dominic confessed in a broken whisper. “And that terrifies me more than anything else.”
Aria’s voice trembled. “Then never let go.”
“I never will.”
Later That Night
Aria lay awake beside him as he slept. His arm was possessively wrapped around her waist. Even in sleep, his grip never loosened.
> This was no longer love.
This was something far more dangerous.
A beautiful, violent prison they both chose.
And neither wanted freedom.
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