The Billionaire's Dangerous Obsession - Chapter 54: Chapter 54

“Being mean isn’t something that’s difficult for you!” Nivera cried out, voice shaking with frustration as she cursed him in her head.
“Correction”, Alejandro replied, a half-smile playing on his lips and eyes glittering with mischief. “Being mean to YOU isn’t something that’s difficult for me.”
Nivera’s gaze shot to him, daggers sharpened and ready. Her chest burned with a thousand unspoken words, but she didn't dare let them out, as she didn't want to risk ticking him off.
Alejandro let the silence stretch between them for a heartbeat before he spoke. “She seems… nice.”
A knot twisted in her stomach over his words. Her voice dropped low and brittle as she responded. “She’s not.”
Alejandro leaned back, as if settling in for the story. “Tell me why,” he said quietly, his tone probing but not pushing. “Why don’t you like your mother?”
The more he knew about her, the easier it would be to bring her down, he told himself.
Nivera pressed her lips together for a moment before answering, her voice small but steady: “She hardly ever did anything for me. Never showed up. Whenever my dad or my siblings acted badly around me, she never said anything. Never defended me.”
Alejandro nodded, his brows knitting thoughtfully. “So she stayed silent while you suffered.”
“Hmmm, while occasionally scolding me. She might not be as bad as the rest of my family, but that doesn't mean she's nice.”
“Hmm, understandable,” he muttered. “I'm guessing this was the first time you spoke to her in a while.”
Nivera looked at him, grateful that he understood without judgment. “That’s right. I haven’t spoken to her in over a year.”
Alejandro hummed, the sound low and contemplative. He brushed a loose strand of hair from his face. “What a complicated family.”
It sounded casual enough to sound like he didn't care, but that wasn’t the case in his head as he was calculating and scheming.
Nivera squinted at him sharply, and he caught her gaze.
Suddenly his expression shifted—the teasing light dancing dangerously in his eyes as he warned, “If you stare at me like that too much… you might just fall in love with me.”
His voice taunted her in a way that left heat sizzling in her veins.
“You’re not that attractive,” she retorted immediately, parsing through the words.
That was a lie. Alejandro had to be the most attractive man she had laid her eyes on, but he didn't need to know that, not when he already had an inflated ego.
“Especially when you’re such a…” Her voice dropped off into a flustered stammer as Alejandro closed the gap between them—his movement smooth, deliberate.
Before she could protest further, he had pulled her onto his lap, his firm hands pressed to either side of her hips, securing her weight. The force pinned her down, pulling her into him.
A shocking electric snap of tension ran through her body, which made her chest tighten as her heart thudded in her ears.
“Kiss him!” The voice in her head screamed as her body came alive.
“Alejandro, what are you doing?” She managed to whisper, her cheeks aflame.
He let her breath settle against his chest, voice teasing as a cat. “Really? You don’t think I’m attractive enough?”
Her pulse hammered. Her voice trembled. “I—It’s just… No, I don't. I've seen better-looking men." She swallowed, too aware of every inch of her skin, every point of connection.
Alejandro leaned forward until his breath ghosted just above her lips. “The redness I see is telling me otherwise,” he smirked in triumph
Nivera clenched her fists in annoyance when she saw that smirk etched across his lips.
There was no way she was going to allow him to win this round. “You know what I think?” She started, and Alejandro gave her his full attention.
“I think it's the other way round. You are attracted to me, which is why you're doing all of this – to get my attention,” she said, and his lips curled in amusement.
“You really have…” Alejandro started, but Nivera didn't give him the chance to finish as she closed the gap.
Her lips pressed to his in a fierce, desperate kiss. She kissed him to claim the high ground, to prove she still controlled herself and definitely not because she had been itching to do so.
As soon as it began, it ended, breaking away with a soft gasp. Her lips parted, breaths ragged, but shimmering with triumph. She looked at him as a tiny smile appeared on her lips.
“I rendered you speechless,” she whispered, her voice warm, quiet, triumphant. The space between them crackled like an unseen flame.
Alejandro’s expression froze; his laughter gone. His gaze fixed on her, intense with something new, and the boldness she had managed to gather dissipated.
As sure as moonlight in water, he lifted his hand to the back of her neck, which made her breath pause.
The electricity between them soared in a single flash of silent acknowledgement.
Then—his lips brushed against hers, slow and endless.
The kiss was an electric storm as their tongues entwined with tentative fire.
Unlike the gentle kiss she had given him, Alejandro’s was rough, demanding, and toe-curling.
She gasped when he bit her lower lips, and that was the opening he needed as he slid his tongue into her mouth while his fingers wound through her hair.
Fuck, this had to be the best kiss she had ever had. She was right; Alejandro was a good kisser.
Their bodies pressed together, suspended in a moment that was both gentle and feral.
It felt like being pulled apart and remade all at once.
He kissed like he knew where to push in her tangled edges to untie her from everything she thought she was.
Her hands slid up to his shoulders, feeling the taut muscles underneath the fabric. She wanted to trace every scar, every contour—but at the same time… hold him still.
To keep him there as proof that what just happened was real.
Just when she thought the kiss couldn't get any better, he lifted her and shifted, their lips never breaking contact.
A low growl vibrated in his throat as he flipped her onto the sofa behind them, looming over her so suddenly she caught her breath.
He kissed her there, deep and greedy. Her head fell back into the cushions. His hands cupped her face, tipping her head for deeper access.
The world narrowed to the beat of their hearts and the press of their limbs
Her body trembled under him—absorbing and responding and craving more than she was ever willing to admit earlier.
Soft moans escaped under his touch.
Unable to stop herself, her fingers moved to his hair, and fuck, it was soft.
She felt him—his strength, his intention, the way he softened around her curves. He tasted like defiance and danger and all the sweet aftermath of wanting.
A drop of warmth bloomed where their lips connected, and her pulse shivered like a live wire.
He broke the kiss just enough so she could meet his eyes.
Darkness glistened in them—honesty and rage and longing, all drowning together.
She blinked at him, chest heaving, skin burned, breath catching in tight gasps. Just when she thought he couldn't get more attractive, he had to look like the kiss they just had was his undoing.
He smiled. A devil’s grin, sweet and lethal. “Fuck it,” he whispered, brushing his lips over hers again.
Then, as if guided by some silent command, he leaned down and kissed her once more—tongue and lips plaited together, slow, consuming, undeniable until the world outside ceased to exist.
They clung to each other in throes of soft heat—every second stretching into forever.
Eventually, the need to breathe won, and Alejandro pulled back, but only by inches, foreheads resting together. Her pulse pounded; her fingers still woven in his hair.
That second kiss didn’t need words. Their bodies spoke volumes. The heat in his gaze settled around her like a storm.
They didn’t speak, as they were still high from the kiss. The air around them felt sacred, vulnerable and safe all at once.
Nivera leaned into his chest, feeling the steady earthquake of his heartbeat—fast, yes, but tethered to hers in ways she never anticipated.
He touched her cheek gently, his eyes tender. Her gaze flicked up to his, and the unspoken truth filled the space between them:
Something had changed, and they had crossed a shimmering line —
From animosity to raw connection.
From suspicion to want that neither could afford.
Unless Alejandro was a very good actor, she knew the kiss affected him just as much as it affected her.
The softness lingered in the breakdown of their breaths, in the press of her palm to his heart, and in the way she melted when he tucked her hair behind her ear.
Time stretched and for the first time, he didn’t look ready to let go—but neither did she.