Obsessuve Stories

"Can you repeat after me?" Sage asked opening the English notebook Riccardo wasn't focused in her words rather on her. Her plump lips, her beautiful blue eyes, her tiny frame "Fuck" he cursed in Italian before nodding "Say.... Um... My name is... Um... Riccardo?" she stuttered staring real up at him He tilted his head struggling "Mai..... Mai name is... Is... Yours" his voice dropped more husky and he frowned a bit Sage blushed hard "No say Riccardo" "Yours" Riccardo repeated firm Sage almost melted *** Riccardo morreti was a mafia heir who was made to go to an English college so he could learn English because he only speaks italian and broken english. What if he fell for the tiniest human being he had ever seen. 4'11 of a quiet fluffy girl Sage Jones. He can't stop watching her Obsessed! Nothing could happen right?

Her back hit the wall before she even realised she'd moved. Sebastian crossed the room toward her. She pressed herself flat against the wall like she could disappear into it, her breath coming in sharp, stuttering pulls. "Please-" The word barely made it out. "Please don't-" He didn't stop. He took her wrist in a rough grip and walked her to the bed like her resistance was invisible to him. She stumbled, she pulled back, her free hand shoved against his chest with everything she had, and he didn't move an inch. "Stop - please - please I'm begging you-" Her voice was completely gone, just broken air and shaking syllables, tears already spilling down her face before she even hit the mattress. He leaned over her. She pushed at him, both palms flat against his chest, arms trembling violently. And then he felt it - one single tear, rolling from her face onto his cheek, warm and quiet and devastating in its smallness. He stilled instantly. Pulled back just enough to look at her - really look - and what he saw knocked something loose in his chest that had no business being there. Sera lay beneath him, m completely undone, lips trembling, eyes squeezed shut and streaming, her whole body shaking in the silent, terrible way of someone who has stopped expecting to be saved. Every trace of anger in him - every cold, ruthless, unforgiving inch of it - evaporated. Just like that. Gone, as it had never existed at all. ⚠️ DISCLAIMER & CONTENT WARNING ⚠️ 🌸 Bound to the Devil is a work of dark romance fiction intended for mature readers aged 18 and above. This story contains themes and scenes that may be uncomfortable, triggering, or disturbing for some readers. Please read the following warnings carefully before proceeding.