Alessandro's Obsession (18+)

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Annabelle's POV

Musk. A pungent scent with a hint of spice reached my smell.

I could feel my nose twitch but it's not because the odor was foul - in fact, far from it. It has somewhat of a resemblance to an aphrodisiac, instantly engulfing me in thick waves, and I can't seem to get enough of it.

And so, I sniffed. I took a whiff for more. 'So good. I should bottle it up'. It's so addicting, that I never wanted to stop.

I moved my head closer to the source of the scent, where it was most evident. I inhaled - and almost moaned from too much euphoria it brought out of me.

I was having the time of my life in behaving like a dog in heat when suddenly, I felt movement - something was brushing along my right leg. It skimmed through the soft patches of my skin, burning a hot trail of scorching heat leading to my thigh. Goosebumps soon followed, they rose up and crawled their way around the area of contact.

I squirmed and shook my leg, not appreciating the fact that I was being touched and caressed without my permission. The movement momentarily stopped, and that's my cue to voice out my anger at whoever was feeling me up. I struggled to open my eyes, and when they did, Boy was it a sight to see.

I was welcomed by the view of a finely sculpted jaw, and it was clenched for an unknown reason. But it was not the one which caught my attention. I watched in morbid fascination as an exotic Lotus, intricately tattoed into a mix of black and red (oxblood) ink, adorned the whole expanse of a corded neck. It looks so hypnotic, which sounds strange coming from me since I've always liked things to be eloquent and proper.

I was disrupted, yet again, by that same hand, rubbing my skin torturously slow like it was memorizing every indents, every nook and cranny of my thigh.

Just as I was about to swat the living daylights out of the offending hand, I audibly gasped when I felt another calloused palm gradually creeping up on my other thigh. Sneering at both hands, my anger flared when I spotted ink on them, the letters of 'F.A.I.T.H' splayed out on each finger of his right, mocking me. They were tanned, with the size of large mits.

A sense of familiarity hit me when I recognized that they belonged to a particular dark, sinister man who deeply infuriates me to the core.

'Alessandro' I scorned with malice. To think that the appealing fragrance belonged to a merciless beast like him. How could a person like him exude such an enticing smell?

Wait. Wait a minute. Why are we at such a close proximity? I turned to glimpse at my current position and was absolutely horrified of what my eyes showed to me.

All this time, I thought I was lying on my bed, with my fluffy, warm pillow underneath me. But behold, I was seated on his lap, with my legs on either side of his hips. I was straddling him, leaving a very small distance of space between us. Both of my palms were also splayed out over the muscles of his upper torso, feeling them warming from the heat emitted by his chest.

Then, I looked at myself. Thank goodness I was still dressed with the same one I wore from the party, although it was bunched up on top of my thighs due to Alessandro's touching.

When realization dawned on my face, my anger from earlier dissipated and was suddenly replaced by embarrassment. I slept on him, and I had mistaken him for my pillow. I immediately scrambled for purchase, feeling my cheeks warming as they flared in a subtle shade of rose. How did I end up in this position with him?

"You passed out," He grunted out, as if he knew what I was thinking. He was still fervently caressing my thighs, making me very uncomfortable. 'I fainted?'