Dark Romance: A Cruel Obsession

Luzia playfully blinked in his gaze and complained with a pout, “My hands are cold.”Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Would you warm them for me?”

Mare’s breath halted, his heart pounding loudly. He restrained his intense desire. Reason told him that kissing was already too much; he couldn’t let Luzia be in a more embarrassing situation.

However, Luzia’s teasing didn’t stop. She was no longer satisfied with the slight warmth of Mare’s waist and abdomen. Her fingertips slid down his strong abdominal muscles, and the metal buckle on the belt made a “click” in the darkness.

Mare tried to control his breathing, but when her soft, cool hand enveloped his warmth, Mare couldn’t control his breath anymore.

“Luzia,” Mare grabbed her hand through his pajamas, his voice hoarse, “don’t.”

“It’s okay. My love belongs only to you.” Luzia kissed near his lips, “Caress me, Mare, please love me.”

Her voice was undeniably tempting to Mare. “Be gentle,” he said.

Luzia ignited a fire within Mare. The blazing flames of desire engulfed his rationality, and he staggered forward, causing Luzia’s back to press against the cold glass door.

Luzia shivered as she came into contact with the cold glass. Not giving Mare a chance to feel remorse, she kissed his lips.

The next moment, their bodies lifted, and their eye contact completely reversed. Luzia bowed her head, her fingers entwined in Mare’s thick hair, her exposed, snow-white skin receiving the adoration of a devout worshipper.

“Mare…” Tingling pleasure spread from the point where their skins touched. Luzia’s body trembled, her slender neck arched gracefully, and unbearable moans escaped from her lips, affirming and encouraging Mare.

Mare kissed Luzia devoutly, his kisses light and slow, gliding like feathers across her neck, collarbone, and finally landing on her waist and abdomen, where large, bruised marks were revealed. His trembling lips left only tenderness.

“Does it hurt?” Mare’s deep eyes were already soaked in desire, but upon seeing the bruises on Luzia’s body, desire was replaced by tenderness and resentment.

His eyes red, even touching her fingertips made him tremble.

These bruises, some even showing signs of oozing blood in severe areas, were not from intense lovemaking; this was abuse!

Joseph, that brute! The devil!

“Mare, don’t look at my injuries.” Luzia touched Mare’s face, tracing his deep features with her fingers, “Look at me, caress me, love me.”

Controlled by Mare, her hips couldn’t help but twist. Luzia’s body pressed closer to his, teasing, tempting, shamelessly seducing him, tempting him to commit a crime. “Love me.”

In matters of intimacy, Luzia was always passionate and bold. Her courage and initiative were undoubtedly the best encouragement. Mare finally stopped hesitating, obeying the call of desire, freeing himself from the constraints of fabric in the darkness, seeking a more desirable entrance.

The sticky sound of water echoed in their ears. Luzia gasped uncontrollably, her hazel eyes already clouded with mist, unconsciously tightening her grip on Mare’s hair, emitting indistinct moans.

“Mare… Mare…” She called out his name, as Mare’s movements gradually advanced. Luzia widened her eyes between his actions, a glistening teardrop sliding from the corner of her eye.

“It’s too much…” Luzia sighed, teasingly, amidst Mare’s panting, “Move, my love.”

Mare couldn’t resist her teasing. He firmly supported her body with his hands, forcefully and rapidly entering her.

They had made love many times before. Just as Luzia knew how to quickly arouse Mare’s desire, Mare also knew all of Luzia’s sensitive points, knowing where to touch, and how much force to use to make Luzia feel the most extreme pleasure.

Luzia was struck by Mare, panting tenderly. She tried hard to control her voice, but found it impossible. She could only follow her instincts, emitting sweet, breathy moans and groans in sync with Mare’s thrusts.

“Ah! Not… too fast!” Luzia delightedly screamed, then realizing her voice was too loud, quickly bit her lip to stifle any louder sounds, “Slow down… Mare, slow…”

“Luzia… darling! You’re amazing,” Mare breathed heavily, “So tight…”

“Ah! Mare…” Luzia released Mare’s hair, instead wrapping her hands around his neck, her legs climbing onto Mare’s waist, bringing their bodies even closer together.

When overwhelmed by passion, Luzia’s nails would uncontrollably grip the fabric on Mare’s back, her long nails grazing his skin through the fabric, not leaving deep marks, but still making Mare feel a subtletingling sensation.

Mare held Luzia’s hips firmly, vigorously thrusting into her, causing her body to continuously undulate. Luzia was brought to tears, her mouth hanging open, emitting feeble, broken moans, saliva glistening at the corners of her mouth.

…

After 25 weeks of pregnancy, Vivian was often troubled by leg cramps in the middle of the night, forcing her to wake up from deep slumber. At such times, if Alajos were sleeping beside her, he would wake up and help her massage her cramped legs.

Tonight, the person sleeping beside her was Luzia. Vivian was worried about waking Luzia, but to her surprise, when she opened her eyes, Luzia was nowhere to be found.

As her legs cramped, Vivian sprang out of bed like a dying rabbit, and, struggling, she stood by the bedside, trying to relieve the cramp by straightening her legs. This took some time.

Then, with a hazy mind, she glanced worriedly towards Luzia’s side.

Where was Luzia?

Lady Yazmin’s estate was at least secure, and Vivian was not worried that someone from the Bratva would suddenly break in and take Luzia. Her concern was Joseph.

Had the nightclub’s revelry ended early? Or had Alajos and the others failed to keep Joseph and allowed him to return to the estate before dawn, taking Luzia with him? What would he do to Luzia?

At this thought, Vivian became a little more awake. A chill ran up her spine, giving her goosebumps all over.

She wanted to call Alajos to inquire about Joseph’s whereabouts, but ultimately, she didn’t call.

After the cramping had subsided, Vivian put on her coat and quietly left the room.

The corridor was dimly lit, not dark enough to hinder her vision. Vivian felt her way to Mare’s door and hesitated whether to wake him, so he could help her search for Luzia.

But Vivian was afraid that Joseph had taken Luzia away. If Mare were to see Joseph doing something to Luzia, it would truly be a disastrous scene.

After weighing the pros and cons, Vivian decided not to wake Mare. She tiptoed past Mare’s room and cautiously checked the other two rooms.