Hateful obsession

Chapter 7

Cade
"I can't do anything without her. She's the reason why I can feel something."

I barely opened my eyes and wanted to move, but both my wrists were held by the handcuffs. Melissa. It seems I ruined my life by finding her.
"What do you think..." I raised my head and saw her sitting on the chair opposite. "Should I start with torture or kill you right away?"
"Judge, because I'm naked, you've already chosen torture."

I fell asleep hugging her fully clothed. I remember it very well because I decided to take revenge on her for her words yesterday and handcuff her to the bed, forcing her to sleep next to her husband. To me.
But how was I to know that handcuffs can't hold a person like Melissa?

She smirked.
"Did you really think I couldn't get out?" Her eyebrow rose perfectly. "I'm a woman. I always have a clip in my hair."

"Untie me." I said through clenched teeth. God. This woman. She wants me to think of her as Charlotte, but isn't she my Melissa? So powerful, so hot, so dangerous. Only a woman like her could tie me up and make me kneel.

"No." She chuckled. "I want to discuss our terms in this lovely atmosphere. I absolutely love it when you're completely at my mercy." Her elbows rested on her knees, resting her chin on her palms as she leaned forward. "It just seemed to me like you weren't quite ready to talk yesterday."

A muscle in my jaw twitched at how casual her voice sounded. It's not unusual for Melissa to fuck her husband's face and want a divorce at the same time. That's what irritates me. Natasha was right, she has power over me even if my second desire after being inside her again is to strangle her or grind her into dust.

"Your mouth was also ready to only moan."
"I didn't pretend, I liked it." Her shoulder twitched, but there was nothing like fear in her gaze. "We'll start with that."
"With what exactly?"
"Because if you touch me again I'll kill you." My hands twitched but the pain in my wrists reminded me of the handcuffs. Fuck. "Yesterday I kept my word and you fucked me but... next time I'll only sit on your cock if my pussy gets wet and not because your dick is hard. Until then, use your hand, my dear husband."

"I don't need that from you, trust me." Anger made me sound like I was ready to torture the man.
"Oh, I believe you." She exhaled again. "Oh, by the way, judge by your blue balls, I think it's time you did that as soon as I'm gone."

Agreed. I'm a fucking liar but I can't resist a sexy woman like her. Love may have turned to hate but my initial obsession couldn't just go away. Our toxicity in the relationship felt like air that could choke a flower and poison people.

But so what? She came to me as an 18 year old girl with a sharp tongue and a stubborn attitude. Usually, the wife of the Russian mafia boss could sit silently for hours at dinner and behave like a shadow. But not my wife. Melissa could come and declare that she wanted to learn how to shoot or handle a knife. Or go with other men to kill, torture and melt our enemies.

Of course, many at first snorted and grinned, thinking that once you allow her what she wants, this woman will become a docile kitty. But everyone somehow opened their mouths and fell silent when she dragged the corpse of a big man with her own hands. And I just looked at her with all my pride.

"I don't care about your balls though." Her back leaned back in the chair, throwing her leg over the other, her eyes continuing to roam over my bare chest. "You already know I want your money, the penthouse and the divorce but I also need a week to pack my things and move in with you and talk to Alex."
"No, you won't go to him." I literally growled.
"I'll go. He's my brother."

He was also a Don of the Italian mafia. I figured about this only much later that it turned out that her father had been sleeping with a married woman for a long time. She was married to the previous Don and gave birth to a son. Damn Alex Montelli who was my other enemy. We were on the verge of starting a war but a wall arose between us in the form of his sister.