Dark Romance: A Cruel Obsession

The entire process of bathing and grooming was attended to by Alajos, who served her with his rough, large hands gliding over her entire body. He was reluctant to let Vivian out of his embrace, his breath quick and hot at her ear until he lifted her out of the bathtub, picking up the showerhead to rinse the foam off both of them.

Vivian stepped aside, her gaze averted from Alajos’s imposing figure. She took the towel he handed her and dried herself off, eager to get dressed. Alajos, with another towel, came up behind her to wipe her damp hair.

Vivian held her breath, suppressing the urge to flee, but Alajos did nothing more after drying her hair. He went to find her suitcase and fetched a new nightgown for her.

The new nightgown was still revealing, but this time Vivian hurriedly put it on, the garment providing her a little sense of security. She fled the large bathroom.

Facing the king-sized bed in the room, Vivian’s breathing quickened. She wanted to dive under the covers and close her eyes, pretending to sleep, but she knew Alajos wouldn’t let her off so easily.

Alajos, still bare-chested, walked over to the room’s minibar and took out a new bottle of liquor, pouring it down his throat, the spicy liquid sliding into his stomach.

He turned to look at Vivian as if having made a great decision. She slowly approached him, and when she was close enough for him to catch her scent, Vivian’s soft, delicate hands were placed on his chest. She tiptoed, closed her eyes, and offered her lips in a sweet kiss.

Perhaps Vivian needed a kiss simpler and shorter than the ones at the wedding, but Alajos’s desire told him it wasn’t enough. His hands slipped under her arms, supporting her back, pulling her entire body against his. He pressed his lips against hers, fiercely rolling, sucking, and biting. He forced her mouth open, and his agile tongue slipped in, tasting her sweet breath, fueling his wild desires.

Unable to control herself, Vivian let out a sweet moan. She seemed startled, her hands pushing against his chest, her nails grazing his skin, leaving faint white marks. It was when she was almost out of breath that Alajos finally released her.

Vivian gasped for air, her swollen lips freed as Alajos buried his head into her neck, nibbling her throat and collarbone. His hand slipped into her neckline, easily grasping her breast, kneading it.

Vivian shuddered, the hard heat pressing against her abdomen signaling Alajos’s unresolved desire. It wasn’t until he pushed her onto the bed, and his large body covered hers, that her body bounced slightly under his weight.

Shadows loomed, and fear crept into Vivian, “No, Alajos, please!”

Alajos paused in tearing her nightgown, his brown eyes now red with desire. He stared at Vivian’s tempting body, eager to crash into her, but her sad plea quenched his ardor like cold water.

“You…” Alajos rubbed his face in frustration and forced himself away from her, “What do you want to do?!”

He roared, feeling played, “You’re my wife!”

“Yes, I haven’t forgotten,” Vivian trembled in fear, “I’m just too scared, I’m not ready yet…”

“We’re already married, I’ve given you enough time to prepare!” Alajos shouted, pacing back and forth in the room like a furious lion, kicking over a small table with bottles that shattered, sending a shiver through Vivian.

Alajos pointed at her and bellowed, “I want you to truly understand, you’re my wife now, your body should belong to me completely!”

“I thought you’d be willing,” Alajos panted.

Vivian didn’t know why she was so afraid. She had made up her mind and kissed Alajos willingly, but when his hand touched her breast, she recoiled.

She wanted to apologize to Alajos, but he had already let her go, turning off the light and getting into bed in the darkness, “If you’re unwilling, I won’t force you.”

He tried to calm himself, “Sleep now.”

Wrapped in the blanket and with his back to Vivian, Alajos seemed ready to sleep, his breathing gradually becoming steady.

Vivian lay there with widened, remorseful eyes, unsure of what to do. She feared further development with Alajos, yet his restraint and the confrontation with his frustrated rage left her feeling anxious and alone.

Did she do something wrong? But what exactly was her mistake?

Vivian couldn’t understand.

“Anything I want, as long as I serve him well in bed, he’ll fulfill all my requests,” Luzia’s voice echoed in her head.

If I satisfy him, could he really fulfill my requests, annul Luzia’s engagement, and give Luzia true freedom?Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

Vivian clutched at her chest, deciding not to dwell on the erratic emotions swirling within her any longer. She should think of Luzia, think of the violence she might endure at the hands of her devilish brother Joseph. Only Alajos-the powerful Houston Capo-could save Luzia.

Vivian slid under the covers, Alajos still turned away, lying in silence.

Yes, lying there. Vivian firmly believed he wasn’t asleep yet.

She reached out, her hand touching his bare back-she remembered several tattoos on Alajos’s body, including on his back, which she had only clearly seen that day. A fierce beast with bared fangs and a ferocious countenance.

But now, as Vivian’s hand traced his back in the darkness, she didn’t feel the tattoos. Under her hand was warm, elastic skin. She could sense changes in Alajos’s body, which gave her a bit more confidence.

Vivian’s hand moved from his back up to his shoulder, and then to his prominent Adam’s apple, and down to his flat chest.

Alajos’s breathing became ragged as Vivian’s hand rested on him, her lips close to his ear, she whispered with a tremble, “I think, we can continue…”

Alajos suddenly grasped her hand, turned over, and pinned her into the soft bedding, forehead against hers, “Do you know what you’re saying?”

The proximity was too close. The hot, musky scent of the man left Vivian with no escape, her doubt about her choice creeping in, but for Luzia’s sake, she clenched her teeth and clung to Alajos’s shoulders, “Yes, can we start now?”

Vivian’s bashful invitation was irresistible to Alajos. He began to kiss her, starting from her cheek and lips, moving down to her neck and collarbone. His fervent desire made Vivian’s body grow limp and tremble. As his hand reached for her nightgown, and his firm grip kneaded her breast, Vivian let out a cry that sounded almost like a sob. But this time, Alajos wouldn’t stop; his desires drove him to seek more.