MADDEST OBSESSION - Chapter 40: Chapter 40
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Dominic had always believed silence was power.
But now, it was Aria’s silence that unsettled him.
She didn’t flinch when he touched her. She didn’t tremble when he spoke. And worse—she no longer looked at him like she feared him. She looked at him like she knew something he didn’t.
That made him furious.
And aroused.
That night, they barely spoke over dinner. The tension wasn’t the kind that needed words—it was the kind that clung to the air like heat before a storm.
Dominic poured her wine. Aria didn’t drink it.
He reached across the table to take her hand.
She let him. But her fingers didn’t curl around his.
His jaw tightened.
“You’re quiet,” he said.
“I’ve said everything worth saying,” she replied without blinking.
He leaned in. “You think this is strength, Aria? This silence? This little act?”
She tilted her head. “I think you’re scared of what I’ll say if I speak.”
That landed hard.
And she knew it.
Later, when he tried to pull her into bed, she came willingly—but only physically.
She kissed him back. Touched him like a lover. Moved with the same heat, the same surrender.
But her eyes… stayed open.
Watching him.
Measuring.
Dominic slammed her wrists above her head, pinning her to the mattress.
“You think I don’t see it,” he whispered harshly. “You think I don’t feel it.”
Aria’s voice was breathless—but steady.
“Then feel it.”
And she wrapped her legs around his hips, arching beneath him, dragging him into her.
It wasn’t lovemaking. It wasn’t even possession.
It was a war.
She moaned for him, but there was defiance laced in every gasp. He drove into her like he could pound submission back into her bones, but the more he took, the more she gave with a smirk.
He knew that look.
She wasn’t breaking.
She was enjoying this shift.
And that made him lose it.
He flipped her onto her knees, yanked her hair back until her breath caught.
“I could ruin you,” he growled in her ear.
She smiled. “You already did.”
Then he took her harder.
After, she rolled away from him, bare back to his chest, not reaching for comfort or conversation.
Dominic lay still, chest rising with the weight of something far more dangerous than lust.
Fear.
Not of losing her.
But of becoming powerless to her.
In the dark, Aria whispered into the silence:
“I’m not afraid of you anymore, Dominic.”
He didn’t respond.
He couldn’t.
Because in that moment, he realized—
he was starting to fear her.
But now, it was Aria’s silence that unsettled him.
She didn’t flinch when he touched her. She didn’t tremble when he spoke. And worse—she no longer looked at him like she feared him. She looked at him like she knew something he didn’t.
That made him furious.
And aroused.
That night, they barely spoke over dinner. The tension wasn’t the kind that needed words—it was the kind that clung to the air like heat before a storm.
Dominic poured her wine. Aria didn’t drink it.
He reached across the table to take her hand.
She let him. But her fingers didn’t curl around his.
His jaw tightened.
“You’re quiet,” he said.
“I’ve said everything worth saying,” she replied without blinking.
He leaned in. “You think this is strength, Aria? This silence? This little act?”
She tilted her head. “I think you’re scared of what I’ll say if I speak.”
That landed hard.
And she knew it.
Later, when he tried to pull her into bed, she came willingly—but only physically.
She kissed him back. Touched him like a lover. Moved with the same heat, the same surrender.
But her eyes… stayed open.
Watching him.
Measuring.
Dominic slammed her wrists above her head, pinning her to the mattress.
“You think I don’t see it,” he whispered harshly. “You think I don’t feel it.”
Aria’s voice was breathless—but steady.
“Then feel it.”
And she wrapped her legs around his hips, arching beneath him, dragging him into her.
It wasn’t lovemaking. It wasn’t even possession.
It was a war.
She moaned for him, but there was defiance laced in every gasp. He drove into her like he could pound submission back into her bones, but the more he took, the more she gave with a smirk.
He knew that look.
She wasn’t breaking.
She was enjoying this shift.
And that made him lose it.
He flipped her onto her knees, yanked her hair back until her breath caught.
“I could ruin you,” he growled in her ear.
She smiled. “You already did.”
Then he took her harder.
After, she rolled away from him, bare back to his chest, not reaching for comfort or conversation.
Dominic lay still, chest rising with the weight of something far more dangerous than lust.
Fear.
Not of losing her.
But of becoming powerless to her.
In the dark, Aria whispered into the silence:
“I’m not afraid of you anymore, Dominic.”
He didn’t respond.
He couldn’t.
Because in that moment, he realized—
he was starting to fear her.
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