Dark Romance: A Cruel Obsession

No, no, no! Vivian shook her head frantically. Alajos is not that kind of person.

Then how do you explain Alajos’ increasingly frequent late nights out?

Vivian turned over. Isn’t it good that Alajos doesn’t come back to sleep? She doesn’t have to argue with Alajos about whether they are friends or in business, she doesn’t have to worry about Alajos’ sudden sexual urges, he will go to find other women to resolve them, he will roll, hit, and kiss with his mistress in bed.

Just thinking about this, she felt jealous to the point of going crazy. Vivian hated herself. Why was she so jealous? Why couldn’t she be as indifferent as Alajos? Has she fallen in love with Alajos?

Vivian’s face turned pale. No, she couldn’t have fallen in love with Alajos. Alajos is a heartless person, he cannot reciprocate the same love to her.

She just longed for a relationship, she wanted a lover who could kiss and cuddle with her, a lover who could give her tender affection. She was destined not to have such a lover, she could only look for substitutes around her, and the closest to her fantasy was Alajos on their wedding night. She wanted to make love to Alajos, she wanted to regain the respect and tenderness she once had.

Vivian sighed, preparing to go to sleep facing the floor-to-ceiling window.

Vivian couldn’t remember how many times she woke up to find the other side of the bed empty, and suddenly seeing Alajos lying quietly next to her made her think she was dreaming.

She reached out and lightly touched Alajos, hot, real, not a dream.

Vivian relaxed, her eyes involuntarily lingering on Alajos.

He lay on his side, bare-chested, breathing steadily, sleeping deeply. Vivian’s hand touched his cheek, his brows furrowed, as if something was troubling him in his dreams.

Her fingers slid down his cheek, over his broad shoulders, flat chest, and slowly to his firm abdomen. The smooth and taut skin exuded the slightly elevated body temperature of a man, and along with Vivian’s fingertips, warmth seeped into her body.

Vivian felt the heat, she longed for Alajos.

Just as Vivian was indulging in Alajos’ body, her wrist suddenly felt pain. Alajos abruptly woke up, grabbing her wrist and rolling over to pin her down on the bed.

Vivian stared with frightened eyes. Alajos was about to break her neck in the next second, but luckily he woke up in time, preventing substantial harm to Vivian.

“Oh my God, Vivian,” Alajos was sweating with fear, “don’t come so close to me, I could hurt you.”

Vivian was so scared that tears almost came, but Alajos’ words hurt even more. “Do you hate me so much? Can’t I even come close to you?”

“No, that’s not what I mean,” Alajos wiped his face and got up from Vivian, “In fact, I’m not used to sharing a bed with someone else. I’ve been sleeping alone for over twenty years, and suddenly having someone next to me… I’m sorry to have frightened you.”

Vivian could understand Alajos’ reaction. He was a Capo, surrounded by danger, with enemies constantly seeking his life.

Vivian also calmed down. “I’m the one who should be sorry.”

Vivian propped herself up on the bed, her loose strap nightgown slipping off her shoulder, revealing her ample, snow-white breasts. The sensitive nipples grew taut under Alajos’ naked gaze, and Vivian heard Alajos’ breath grow heavy.

Vivian involuntarily swallowed, her gaze fixed on Alajos’ thin lips. She wanted the warmth of Alajos’ breath to envelop her body, she wanted to wrap her arms around Alajos’ neck, pull him close and kiss him, she wanted Alajos to hold her, just like their wedding night, gently claiming her.

The longing in her body flowed through her veins, and Vivian’s breathing grew heavier. Her fingers curled, and just as she was about to act, Alajos moved first – he turned over, got off the bed, and put on the trousers from the chair.

Vivian saw the tented outline under his briefs. He desired her too, but now he was leaving?

Vivian felt devastated. She didn’t know if her previous rejection had made Alajos unwilling to touch her. If so, this would be a terrible situation.

She gritted her teeth. “Where are you going?”

Alajos began to put on his black shirt, buttoning it up as he spoke. “Don’t pry into my work.”

“You’re going to work? Now?” Vivian glanced at the clock, it was five in the morning.

“In fact…” Alajos picked up his tie and suit jacket. “No.”

The exposed skin sent a chill through Vivian, and she pulled the blanket over herself. She suddenly realized she had made a mistake. She should have continued to expose her breasts to try to keep her husband around.

“Then where are you going?”

“Don’t ask.” Alajos was getting annoyed. He turned and left the room. “You can go back to sleep, I’ll be back tonight.”

The room was once again left with Vivian alone. Her shoulders slumped, a sense of dejection enveloping her. She lay back in bed, closed her eyes, trying to get more sleep, but she couldn’t.

Finally getting up at six, Vivian’s mood hadn’t improved. She sighed and prepared to take a hot bath to relax.

The warm water flowed over her body as Vivian closed her eyes, imagining the water was Alajos’ fingers, running down her shoulders to her back, kneading her buttocks, his large hands gripping her waist and turning her around, his wet lips taking her nipple…

“Ah…” Vivian let out a moan of desire, feeling the itch in her body, but no one to relieve it. She could only rub her legs, crying amidst heavy breathing.

Flushed, Vivian left the bathroom, the scent of lemon shower gel unable to mask the cologne in the bedroom. It was Alajos’ scent. Her recently relieved body was once again filled with heat.

Vivian looked at herself in the mirror, feeling anxious. She was becoming someone she didn’t recognize. Despite her fear of loveless sex, her body longed for Alajos’ caress. Her body was betraying her.

Dressed, Vivian went downstairs. She didn’t feel like going out with Luzia today. She just wanted to lie on the couch, quietly by herself.

To Vivian’s surprise, there was no one downstairs. She checked the living room, the kitchen, the entertainment room, and the entire apartment was quiet.

Had no one woken up yet? Or had everyone gone out?

Vivian returned to the kitchen and took out the breakfast Haylee had prepared for her. After heating it up, she settled down to eat.

After breakfast, she wrapped herself in a blanket and sat on the sofa, reading a book. It was a love story about a young nobleman from New York and a young lady from a rival family. Vivian had just read the part where their love was accidentally discovered by their families, and the lady faced the prospect of being sent away from her homeland. She flipped to the next chapter and continued reading.

Vivian thought she would enjoy this quiet moment. Since arriving in Houston, she hadn’t truly been alone. She appreciated Luzia’s company, but Mare’s constant watchful eyes were more of a nuisance. Of course, Mare was there to protect her, and she couldn’t blame…

Mare!