บททั้งหมดของ Hidden Obsessions: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

MEL POVI part my lips and take the tip of his cock into my mouth, sucking and licking while cupping his balls.“Yes.” He moans softlyI part my lips wider as I free his balls, wrap my hand around the base of the cock and take him, inch by inch inside my mouth.“More, Darling. More.” Rio runs his hands through my hair and grips my head, pushing slowly between my lips. “Yes, Mel. Take all of me.”My jaw stretches as I open wider to accept more of him, as he thrust gently, almost reaching to my throat.“You feel so good, darling.” He moans as I work on him, bobbing my head up down, slowly and then faster. “Yes, yes baby. Fuck me.”I moan I feel his cock get harder in my mouth. He is gonna come.Inside in my mouth.My stomach tightens in excitement as I move faster, encouraging to cum when he thrust harder, hitting my throat. I wanna gag at the sudden intrusion, but I long to feel his cum in me. I cup his balls again, hoping to help him.“Mel.” He groans and pulls out of my mouth, leavin

MEL POVI should have known. I should have known.I keep repeating this to myself as I tap vigorously on the elevator button. Rio is probably injured but he could still walk. “C’mon, please open.” I cry, looking back to see if he was coming after me. It finally opens. I get in and press the button for the last floor. I have to leave the estate now, even if it is in my bath robe.“Christ!” I bang my head against the wall of the elevator. I am so stupid to have believe his reason for wanting to marry me. Help him win his company. As if the mafia can do that on their own. No wonder he didn’t tell me anything about what was going on in the company and his plans.Because all he wanted was to finish all he started that night in the woods. What they did to those girls.“To think that I was wondering if he was in love with me. Not knowing he was nothing but a freaking stalker and kidnapper and murderer.” I run my hands through my wet hair. “It’s because I was blinded by the money. And the j

MEL POVPRESENT DAY.“The next thing I remember was waking up in the hospital.” My voice cracks a little as I relayed my ordeal. “The doctor there informed me that some good Samaritans who had been camping nearby, found me lying unconscious in the woods and brought me to the hospital. He also said my family had filed a missing report as I was lost for about three days. He then said the police were on their way to take my statement about had happened and I agreed.” I look down at my right fingers when I feel pain in them. I didn’t realize it, but I had pressed my nails so hard into my them that I had made little dents.“Then what?” Dante asks when I stay silent.“I remember the news channel was playing in the ward where I was.” Not looking up from my fingers, I continue. “They were reporting on the fire that happened in the woods. The news lady said the police had done their investigation and had ruled the fire as a camping trip gone wrong. They even had a family on the news who claim

RIO POV“I thought you don’t let anyone into this room.” I mention when Dante leads me into his dark office. “Or have you finally gotten over your weird kink of not letting people touch your things?”Growing up, Dante had this weird possessiveness over his stuff, that he never let anyone, not even our mother nor Nonna, into his room, to the extent that he cleaned the room by himself. I strongly believed that he had killed people in there, since it was the only soundproof room in the house.“This is not my room.” He turns on the lights and turns on his desk’s computer.“I have never been in here either.” I mutter, looking through the stacks of CDs on a wall shelf.“Mel has.” He says casually, while pressing some keys on the computer.“What?” I glare at him. “You brought her in here?”“More like she fell in.” He murmurs. “Your wife is pretty nosy.”Not willingly to play his games again, I decide to ignore his words. “What did you want to tell me?”“That you were wrong. I didn’t spend al

MEL POV“Changed?” Angie echoes my words. “Like you don’t dream of that night anymore?”“I still do… sometimes.”“And other times?” She urges me to speak.“I have been dreaming of my childhood, I think.”“You think?” She raises her brow.“Yes, Angie.” I reply. “To be sincere, I don’t really know. I haven’t been able to understand what it is.”“But you think it’s about your childhood?” She asks.I nod in response.“And what normally happens in these nightmares? What do you see?”“Myself, but so much younger. I look just like the little girl in the pictures, Mrs. Park showed me when I asked her about when I was little.”“Interesting.” Angie rubs on her chin. “And what?”“I can’t remember, Angie.”“Let’s try this.” She leans into the table. “Close your eyes. Just do it.” She insists when I frown at her.“You are being silly.” I reply, but still oblige her.“Breathe in. Breathe out. Good. Now just relax.” She takes my hands. “Nice. Now try to picture the image in your head.”“Really, Angi