Chapter 224/Sick Obsession

Chapter 224: 224/Sick Obsession

Chapter 224

Stephanie’s point of view

My breathing shattered. The intense pleasure spiked straight to its peak, my body convulsing hysterically beneath him as every nerve ending exploded with the fire that had been demanding release.

My tight walls clamped down violently around his rock-hard cock, my entire frame shuddering in the grip of a powerful orgasm that completely extinguished the last lingering fog of the drug. A long, breathless scream escaped my lips, my head digging into the pillow as my body flushed out all the trapped heat from deep within.

Feeling my tight pulses milking him, he froze for a few agonizing seconds, enjoying the way my slick pussy squeezed his thickness, before letting out a harsh, guttural groan. Gripping my waist with both hands, he began pounding into me with fast, heavy thrusts, chasing his own release right behind mine.

He collapsed over my bare chest, burying his face into the side of my neck and biting down hard as he growled out in a strained whisper, "You belong to me now, Stephanie... This camera captured every fucking thing!"

With his final words pressed against my skin, he slammed his hips forward one last time, sinking as deep as he could go. His entire frame trembled over mine as he poured his hot, burning seed deep inside my womb in heavy, successive pulses.

I closed my eyes in absolute exhaustion, sinking into a state of total paralysis and crushing weakness. My chest heaved as I fought for breath, while the burning fog slowly dissolved from my mind, leaving behind a cold, silent terror that crept into my veins as the reality of the nightmare hit me.

Vincetti slowly pulled himself out of my wet depths, leaving my hollow body exposed to the cold air of the room. I lay flat on the pillow like a lifeless corpse, my ragged breaths rising in the heavy silence hanging over the space.

He stood beside the bed, picking up his black bathrobe and slipping into it with an infuriating calmness. Dabbing the corner of his mouth with his fingertips, he looked down at me with eyes full of utter triumph and disdain. A wicked smirk curved his lips as he gestured toward the hidden camera.

"The show is over, Miss Miller... And the proof for my revenge is officially signed and sealed."

The chemical fog had completely vanished from my brain, replaced by a suffocating, terrifying dread. I looked down at my naked body, at the mess of sweat and fluids staining the bedsheets, and my lungs seized as a violent, uncontrollable sob wracked my body.

I couldn’t utter a single word. My throat was choked with bitter agony, hot tears welling up in my eyes and spilling down my cheeks.

He grabbed the heavy comforter and tossed it dismissively over my exposed body, his voice dropping into absolute ice:

"Get dressed and get the hell out... Let’s see if your dear husband Alexander forgives you when this footage lands right in his lap."

I squeezed my eyes shut, burying my face in my hands as quiet, broken sobs tore through me, knowing with horrifying certainty that I had fallen into the abyss and there was no coming back.

I dragged together the shattered remnants of my exhausted, trembling body, my fingers fighting an unforgiving war against the shaking as I shoved the heavy comforter aside. I forced myself up off the mattress with extreme difficulty, my knees threatening to buckle under my weight while the suffocating silence in the room gnawed away at whatever was left of my sanity.

Reaching down with shaking hands, I scooped up my clothes scattered across the floor, slipping into them with agonizing slowness.

Every piece of fabric that brushed against my skin served as a cruel reminder of the unnatural heat that had invaded my body only moments before.

Wiping the dried tears from my cheeks, I finally raised my head to lock eyes with Vincetti, who was sitting nearby with an infuriatingly cold composure. My throat felt dry, my voice coming out raspy, broken, and heavy with disbelief:

"Why...?" I asked, my voice cracking as I gestured weakly at the room. "Why are you doing all of this to me, Vincetti? Why do you hate me so damn much?"

His eyes remained fixed on me for a long, quiet moment.

The mocking smirk slowly faded from his features, replaced by a dark, troubled shadow. He let out a sharp breath, running a hand through his dark hair as his voice dropped into a low tone completely devoid of malice this time:

"I don’t hate you, Stephanie."

I pulled the front of my shirt tight over my chest in utter disbelief, letting out a bitter, choked laugh. "You don’t hate me?!" I cried out, wiping a fresh tear from my eye. "After everything you just did... after destroying me and documenting this nightmare on camera?!"

He took a slow step toward me, a strange, intense look in his eyes that I had never seen before. He clenched his fists at his sides, his tone turning rough, laced with raw anger and confusion:

"I just can’t stand the thought of you walking away from me!" He took another restless step, his chest heaving. "I can’t process the fact that you’re quitting... that you’re going to vanish from my life and walk out that door like I never mattered!"

I took a sharp step back, my heels pressing against the edge of the nightstand as I stared at him as if he had lost his mind. "What... what the hell are you even talking about?" I stuttered, my voice trembling with indignation. "Have you gone completely insane?!"

He closed the distance between us with tense, unpredictable steps, stopping inches away as his eyes burned into mine with an unhinged intensity:

"I mean exactly what you heard!" He slammed his palm down on the wooden headboard, making me jump. "Watching you move away is driving me out of my fucking mind, and I couldn’t find any other way to keep you under my thumb except this!"