Dark Romance: A Cruel Obsession

Alajos didn’t quite understand the direction of this story. He thought maybe Vivian had concealed something, hadn’t said it. He didn’t want to ask, but Vivian cried so sadly, crying as if his heart was burning like fire.

“What’s wrong, Vivian? Did he do something? What did he do?”

“He…” Vivian choked up several times, unable to speak. “I heard him talking to Mark, saying he arranged for us to be kidnapped, and it was him who sent those people to rape me.”

“What?” Alajos was not just shocked; he felt Bryson was simply insane. No, Bryson might be even crazier than he imagined. “How could he, how dare he!”

“When Joseph was thirteen, he passed his test and became his heir, but Vilem disappointed him. Yet, he told everyone he was a forgiving father, willing to give Vilem a new chance.”

Alajos suddenly understood. This kidnapping planned by Bryson was his new chance for Vilem.

In this kidnapping, Vilem did not protect himself well, but he protected Vivian. His bravery and responsibility were unquestionable.

But…

Alajos was also Capo’s son; he had also undergone tests from his father Kamden and Simpson. He knew what the standards were. So once he understood the nature of this kidnapping, Alajos knew that Vilem had not passed Bryson’s test. He lost; he lost to the bravery and responsibility he had given to Vivian.

At the same time, Alajos also understood why Vivian had told him this.

“Are you afraid that, like Bryson, I will treat our children the same? Will I set such tests, let people rape our daughter, just to test if our son is too sentimental, if our daughter will become his fatal weakness?”

“No, I…”

“Please answer me seriously, don’t evade, Vivian!” Flames seemed to burn in Alajos’s eyes. He was angry, furious. How could Vivian compare him to Bryson, that cunning and sly man! He wanted to roar, to grab Vivian’s shoulders and shake her hard, to make her see who he really was!

But when he met Vivian’s fearful gaze and the tears in her eyes, he couldn’t shout.

Defeated, he buried his head in Vivian’s neck. He felt Vivian’s stiffness and thought he couldn’t control his temper. Vivian was too sensitive and fragile. He had worked so hard to make his tenderness influence her, but suddenly it was as if he had been reset.

A sense of unwillingness rose from the bottom of his heart, then turned to resentment, and he found himself biting into Vivian’s delicate, fair neck.

Vivian winced, instinctively trying to struggle, but Alajos held her shoulders, and she dared not move.

He bit hard, the faint taste of blood spreading between his lips and teeth, then slowly relaxed the pressure between his teeth.

“Alajos, let go, it hurts!”

Before his teeth completely left Vivian’s neck, his soft tongue lightly brushed over the fresh teeth marks, a gentle touch like a feather, yet also like an electric current. Vivian’s body couldn’t help but tremble slightly, emitting an unbearable low groan from her mouth.

This slightly sticky moan, combined with a slight sense of shame, lit a fire in Alajos’s body, igniting his desire.

“Vivian, you are mine, don’t fear me, don’t hide from me!” Alajos’s voice was hoarse as he said this, one hand cupping her perfectly contoured chin, looking into her moist eyes, and deeply kissed her.

This kiss seemed heavier than ever, the intertwining of lips and teeth carrying a hint of blood, whether it was from Vivian or from Alajos, no one knew.

The sticky sound reverberated in the empty hospital room. Alajos pushed Vivian onto the bed, and the kiss deepened repeatedly. Vivian was forced to open her mouth, extend her tongue, allowing Alajos to toy with her, entangle her, kiss her until her breathing became rapid and her mind unclear.

There were times when she resisted, pressing her hands against Alajos’s strong chest, trying to push him away to give herself a bit of relief, but Alajos was too dominant. He was used to controlling everything, including the rhythm of their affairs.

Alajos pinned her resisting hands above her head, and the kissing gradually moved from the entanglement of lips and teeth downward. He kissed her slender neck, her sexy collarbone, and unbuttoned her hospital gown, kissing all the way to her breasts.

Perhaps due to the pregnancy, Vivian’s breasts had clearly grown larger and become more sensitive. With just a gentle kiss from Alajos, Vivian sensually let out a softmoan, her body trembling even more intensely.

Alajos loved this reaction from Vivian. He took it as her appreciation and an invitation – “Love me, Alajos! Kiss me, possess me, make me yours.”

Therefore, Alajos kissed his wife even more fervently. One hand kneaded her full and delicate breasts like kneading dough, then he lowered his head to lightly suck on her nipple, finally taking it into his mouth.

Once her sensitive nipple was enveloped by his warm, moist mouth, Vivian couldn’t bear it anymore. She couldn’t control her body’s tremors or the moans escaping her lips.

Her futile attempts to resist, with her hands weakly struggling against Alajos’s chest, fingers curling as if trying to grasp something, only to find emptiness, left her feeling empty inside. She could only helplessly call out Alajos’s name, “Alajos, Alajos…”

Alajos’s calloused fingers caressed Vivian’s clitoris, continually pressing and kneading, causing her to move in tandem with his touch.

Vivian’s climax came suddenly and naturally, like a surging tide, then receded. Tears of pleasure welled up in Vivian’s eyes, her chest rising and falling helplessly, her mind blank for a moment.

It wasn’t until Alajos, lying on top of her, cursed “damn it” through gritted teeth, loosened his hold on her hands, and got up to leave that Vivian’s consciousness was still unclear, yet her longing for Alajos wasn’t subconscious.

Her body and heart both told her that at this moment, she didn’t want Alajos to leave, that she even wanted Alajos… to possess her forcibly.

As this thought surfaced, Vivian felt a wave of shame. Oh God, why did she have such thoughts? Was she such a lascivious woman?

But her body was always more honest than her mind. Just as Alajos was about to get up, showing a hint of wanting to leave, Vivian’s hand had already grabbed Alajos’s hand faster than her thoughts.

It was a gesture of retention, a hint that said “you can continue.” At this moment, it was undoubtedly a naked seduction for Alajos, who was currently brimming with desire.

Normally, Alajos would have gladly accepted her invitation – as a qualified and perfect husband, he could never refuse his wife’s sexual invitation.

But this was different now.

When Alajos, with eyes reddened by desire, saw Vivian’s slightly bulging belly, there was an obvious pause. Their child was growing there, his and Vivian’s child. He couldn’t make any move that might harm Vivian and the child.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.