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.

jaw again at the

she leaves then It shouldn't bother me. I can't get attached

tried to clear his

'she is NOT mine...'

repeated again in

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

to her level and removed some strands of her hair from

mi stai facendo, piccolo

you doing to me,

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

in the afternoon and was

I

sofa where she fell asleep. He wasn't wearing any shirt and was only in his black pants. Holding a drink in his one hand he was sitting there like a king, occupying half of the sofa. His legs were spread and his other hand

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

look at me like

even looked at her and was still

deep breath to ignore the

"Are you okay?..."

He couldn't understand why she was asking that

"What do you mean?..."

like something

answered with a gentle

he

the one asking

He mumbled.

"Hmm?..."

hear him

did you know... That

amused. No one has ever managed to read his face like she did. He wasn't used to this kind of conversations, no one talks to him

"Your eyes said it..."

and he looked at her

"Really?..."

on the table and walked towards her. Florina admired how