Chains of Obsession

38

♡Emilia♡
●a week later●

Just minding my own business, that's what I am doing right now. Antonio went to Germany to visit his parents, Annebell has been in the for a long time in the USA, studying.

And I am bored.

The kitchen counter is a perfect spot to sit at 2 p.m. and scrolling in Instagram.

As I idly scroll through my Instagram feed, the silence of the mansion is interrupted by footsteps approaching. A few minutes later, Alexander strides into the kitchen, his gaze falling upon me perched on the kitchen counter.

"Bored already, Emilia?" He question, his voice holding a hint of amusement.

I look up from my phone, meet his gaze, and give him a half-hearted shrug.

"A little," I admit, not bothering to hide my boredom. "Antonio is gone, Annebelle is in the USA. I don't have anyone to bother."

His guards are on mission or training, so no one.

♤Alexander♤

As I stepped closer to Emilia, she looked up at me, an eyebrow raised in a mix of surprise and curiosity. I came to a stop right in front of her, standing between her legs.

"You know, there are other things to do than just scroll through social media," I said, my hands resting on the counter on both sides of her hips.

Her cheeks tinted a soft pink as I encroached on her personal space. She placed her phone down on the counter and met my gaze, her eyes wide and questioning.

"Oh yeah? Like what?" she asked, a hint of challenge in her voice.

I chuckled, her challenge not going unnoticed. My eyes roam over her face, taking in her pouty lips, her flushed cheeks, and the slight rise and fall of her chest.

"Plenty of things," I replied, my voice low and slightly suggestive. "Things that require more physical activity than scrolling through a phone."

Her breath hitched for a moment at my words, her throat bobbing as she swallowed nervously. She tried to keep up her usual defiant facade, but I could see the flicker of interest in her eyes.

"Such as?" she queried, her voice a little huskier than normal.

"Like this..." I mumbled before pressing my lips against her, waiting for any kind of rejection or acception.

Her body tensed for a moment, her eyes widening in surprise as I leaned in and pressed my lips against hers. Then, just as quickly as the shock took her, she relaxed into the kiss.

Her eyes fluttered shut, and she responded, her lips moving against mine in a tentative yet eager manner.

I closed my eyes, wrapped my hands around her waist, and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss.

Kissing her was like tasting sweet clouds.

Her taste was like a drug, and I couldn't get enough. I pressed my body against hers, pinning her against the kitchen counter as I deepened the kiss, my tongue seeking entrance.

Her hands came up to rest on my chest, her fingers curling into my shirt. Her body was warm and soft against mine, and I could feel her heart racing beneath my touch. But just as quickly as her body responded, her brain seemed to catch up.

She pulled back suddenly, her eyes wide and slightly dazed. Her lips were swollen and pink from the kiss, and her chest was rising and falling with each ragged breath.

"Wait...what are we...what are we doing?" she asked, her voice slightly breathless. "We... we shouldn't..."

"Fuck Emilia. I don't care what others think. I love you." I told her with a low tone.

Her eyes widened further, her breath catching in her throat as my declaration. Her expression was a mix of surprise, disbelief, and... something more.

"You... you love me?" she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Since when...?"

I reached up and cupped her cheek softly, my thumb gently tracing the line of her cheekbone.

"Since the first time I laid eyes on you," I replied, my voice earnest. "Since the first time I heard you argue and curse at me. You've been in my head since day one, and I just..."

I let out a low, frustrated groan, trying to find the right words to explain the chaos she stirred within me.

"I can't get you out of my head, Emilia," I continued, my fingers tracing down her jawline now, to the hollow of her throat. "I can't get your fire, your defiance, your goddamn attitude out of my mind. It's driving me crazy."

Her eyes darkened as my touch wandered, her body responding to my nearness, even if her mind was still trying to catch up with my confession.

"But... but I'm so much younger than you," she protested, her breath hitching again as my fingers continued to explore her skin.

"Darling. You are 19, and I am 25. There is not much age gap there." I told him, my voice low, barely above the whisper.

Her head tilted back slightly as my fingers moved to trace the sensitive skin of her neck, and I could see the struggle warring in her eyes. Desire against reason.

"It's more than that, and you know it," she murmured, her voice hoarse. "Our worlds are so different. You're this powerful mafia don, and I'm just... me."

"Stop overthinking, sugar." I mumbled, leaning in and placing my lips on her throat, slowly giving butterfly kisses on her throat.

A soft gasp escaped her as my lips touched her throat, and her body involuntarily arched slightly against me. Her hands, which were resting against my chest, curled tighter into my shirt.

"Alexander..." she breathed, my name a soft moan on her lips.

"What you say. Will you be mine?" I murmured against her throat as I kept giving her kisses on her throat.

Her body was starting to relax, her rational thoughts fading under the onslaught of my touch. She tilted her head back, giving me better access to her neck, her eyes fluttering shut as she fought a losing battle against her desires.

"Yours," she murmured back, her voice barely a whisper. "I... I want to be yours."

"Good girl," I whispered as I pulled away before kissing her soft lips.

Her response to my praise was immediate and visceral. A soft whimper escaped her, and she pressed herself closer to me, her body seeking more contact. Her lips parted willingly under mine, her tongue darting out to meet mine hungrily.

But I pulled away, looking her into her beautiful Hazel eyes.

"My men will be away until tomorrow's morning. Be ready at 9, I will take you on a date." I told him as I kissed her cheek before walking out from the kitchen.