Chains of Obsession

20

It was around evening time when I heard Max's footsteps again, and the door opened once more. This time, however, he wasn't alone.

Behind him, the boss himself stands in the doorway, his imposing figure filling the space. As usual, his expression is unreadable, his grey eyes cool and watchful.

I couldn't help myself and roll my eyes as I scuffed.

He enters the room, his footsteps silent on the hardwood floor. Max follows behind him, taking position by the door as the boss approaches the bed.

He regards me with that same cold, appraising stare, his gaze flickering over my body, taking in the cuffs on my wrists and ankles.

"How are you feeling?" He asks, his voice gruff but lacking any real concern.

I narrow my eyes at him, resisting the urge to snap at him.

"How do you think?" I reply sarcastically.

The boss doesn't respond to my tone, seemingly unaffected by my attitude. He reaches out and grabs my left wrist, inspecting the cuff around it.

"Max said you're recovering well," he noted, his fingers tracing the edge of the cuff.

"I'm fine," I mutter sourly, trying to ignore the heat that's rising in me at his touch.

I hate how my body responds to him, my pulse quickening despite myself.

The boss seems to notice my reaction, a corner of his mouth twitching in what could almost be a smirk. He continues to fiddle with the cuff, his gaze flickering up to meet mine.

"You look like you're itching to punch someone," he observes, his voice low and amused.

"I am itching to punch someone," I retort, giving him a dark glare. "And you're at the top of my list."

Alexander chuckled, a deep sound that stirred something deep within me.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" he says, his voice almost predatory.

"I would enjoy that." I snapped.

He steps closer now, crowding into my space, his eyes locked on my face.

"You're not subtle, you know," he says, his tone almost mocking. "Your eyes give you away. They tell me exactly how you feel when I'm near you, when I touch you."

I couldn't help myself and split onto his face. "Go fuck yourself. Alexander." I snapped once again.

The boss's reaction is immediate and harsh. In a flash, his hand is wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to make his point. His eyes are hard, his expression dangerous.

"Watch. Your. Mouth," he growls, leaning closer to me until my face is mere inches from his.

If it wouldn't be like that, then this would be hot. Yep, I have read too many dark romance books.

I gasp, the pressure on my windpipe making it difficult to breathe. My heart is hammering in my chest, a strange mix of fear and excitement coursing through me.

"Let. Me. Go." I manage to gasp out, my hands clenching involuntarily in their cuffs.

"No," he replies, his voice cold and firm. He doesn't loosen his grip on my throat, his fingers digging into my skin just enough to send a clear message. "You need to learn some manners, little bird."

His grip on my throat is tight, but not tight enough to cut off my oxygen completely. Still, I'm starting to feel lightheaded, my breath coming in erratic gasps as I struggle to breathe.