Tangled Obsession

Authors pov

Vincenzo placed the knife on the man's cheek and made a deep cut on it just like the bruise he left on florina's face.

"You touched her even when she told you that she is here to meet me..."

He growled at his face.

The man only whimpered as his tongue was already lying on the floor.

"How dare you touch her with your filthy hands..."

Vincenzo looked at him like a psycho. Smirking evilly he held his hand and that man's eyes widened when he saw what's going to happen with him.

Digging the knife deep in his skin vincenzo's slowly and painfully plucked out all his fingers one by one.

Matteo, Vincenzo's right hand man was watching everything standing beside him. He has never seen his boss killing someone just because they touch the woman he wants. This was the first time and he was quite shaken after witnessing it. This was not the first time he was watching vincenzo torturing someone but the look on his face was definitely new.

Vincenzo wasn't satisfied even after torturing the men to death, he was craving for more. He wanted to destroy them and Matteo could sense that. Vincenzo brutally killed both the men just to show everyone that no one should touch what belongs to him.

Vincenzo took a second for himself and stopped, his eyes darted towards the metal door in the torture room which lead towards the dungeon. He could see his face on the shiny metal door and for a moment he couldn't recognize himself. It felt like his inner demon has taken over him. Vincenzo had a very dark side and he always tried to control himself from becoming the person he doesn't want to be. He can't turn into a psychopath now.

Sighing he stood up and was about to leave but stopped when Matteo said...

"Isn't it too much don... I am sorry but I have never seen you like this before. Is she someone special?..."

Vincenzo glared at him.

"It's none of your business..."

"I apologize... I didn't mean to disrespect..."

Matteo quickly apologized and bowed down.

Vincenzo carelessly threw the knife on the ground with a click sound and head towards his room. At first he was reluctant to enter his room with his messed up state as his white shirt was stained with blood. Even his face and hands had blood on it. He was not sure how she will react and he didn't wanted to scare her either.

Still he opened the door and went inside. it was bothering him that why is he so concerned about, what she will think of him.

When he saw the empty bed he narrowed his eyes and quickly started looking for her in the room. A strange wave of relief rushed in his body when he saw her sleeping on the sofa.

again at the weird emotions he experienced just

It shouldn't bother me. I can't get attached to her...

to clear his conflicted

'she is NOT mine...'

repeated again in his

a shower he came outside and looked at her sleeping form. His cock twitched in his pants when he saw her in his shirt. Her long legs were looking so sexy and he started imagining them wrapped around his waist. The shirt was indeed very long

level and removed some strands of her hair from

mi stai facendo,

doing

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was coming in pants after whatever she saw in her horrible dream. She was so

was quite surprised as she slept in the afternoon and was now sleeping the whole day. She found herself under the

I get

only in his black pants. Holding a drink in his one hand he was sitting there like a king, occupying half

sculpture, like a skilled artist has carved every inch of his body. Florina couldn't take her eyes of the mysterious man

at

looked at her and was still aware that she is

took a deep breath to ignore the

"Are you okay?..."

understand why she was asking that and

"What do you mean?..."

look stressed, like something is bothering

with

flashed with surprise but he quickly hide it and looked

the

He mumbled.

"Hmm?..."

hear him

did you know... That I

read his face like she did. He wasn't used to this kind of conversations, no one talks to him if it's not related

"Your eyes said it..."

he looked

"Really?..."

walked towards her. Florina