His Obsession

Chapter 5

Domiano P.O.V.

There was something primal that enveloped me as I watched her across the room, something that dared me to claim her as mine. A possessiveness that I had never truly felt before her, a needed to own her- to have her be irrevocably mine. There was nothing calculated, this wasn;t one of my power moves in the city- there was something far more dangerous about simply needing to own her- to have her only belonging to me. It was something darker than just lust, it was a need to unravel the carefully construed box that she presented, a desperation to understand her captivating innocence and light amongst the monsters of the city.

I am completely accustomed to the flattery that many of the woman in the room have tried to win me over with, I was bored with their complete compliance and easily manipulated desires. Poppy represented everything that they could never be, she represented everything that is good and innocent within the world before the elitist dig their claws into them. She is different. She is a walking puzzle- a cipher wrapped in a dangerous aura of completely untamed independence and a captivating innocence. A mystery that I couldn’t wait to solve, an obsession I couldn’t wait to break. A puzzle that I am fiercely determined to solve even if the solution threatens to dissolve and shatter the carefully constructed world I have spent years building for my family and myself.

I needed to get to her. I needed to see the way that she had looked at them with so much innocence and yet a fire dancing in her eyes- a fire that I planned to let burn on. I moved through the crowd, every step that I took cleared another person from my path to her. I walked through the crowd with determination, a predator amongst the prey, people cleared my path as they lowered their eyes in fear- a silent indifference. The usual hushed admiration and praise that continued by my arrival was tangible, conversations died abruptly as guests realized they were in my way, laughters stilled, and eyes lowered in complete submission as I continued to her.

Every step that I took was deliberate, precise and a silent temperament to my complete control and absolute command of the room. The air within the room was suffocatingly thick with the anticipation and electricity the closer I was to her- to my future wife. My body casting a darkening shadow over her small frame that fell across her like a promise, a threat that she would be mine- I couldn’t yet choose which one.

Our bodies finally just inches away after what felt like the longest walk I have ever done.I reached her, the proximity- the heat between our two bodies radiating the unspoken and dangerous fire that burned between us. She gasped, a pick up in her sweet voice that made me want to devour her even more while a shiver ran down her spine.

My hand brushed against hers-a fleeting touch that sent thousands of electricity to dance underneath our finger tips. Charged with a potent electricity that left her breathless and biting her perfect pouty lip while she tried her hardest to focus on whatever this man was saying. Her body gave her away though, I could see the dedication to trying to ignore me btu the flush in her cheeks gave her away.

Finally he man in charge of making other men leave her alone came up to the man in front of us and whispered something in his ear before he darted away and left me with my queen. I tried to offer her a glass of champagne, a drink of anything that she would want but she declined as sweetly as she could which only made it that much more infuriating. Eventually she wavered, the wine that she eventually agreed to, the crystal flute catching the light as the light red wine dazzled in the sparkling flute. There was something in her eyes- a silent fragile determination that wouldn’t be easily shaken, unwavering strength while she challenged me with her eyes.

The silence danced around us while we stared at each other, I searched her eyes trying to find her weaknesses, anything that I could use against ehr to soften what she thinks about me but she is unmoving. There was a silent humming as she looked back at me, her small frame forcing her to look up at me while the unspoken possibilities danced between the two of us, an intoxicating potential of a dangerous game that was about to begin and neither one of us would dare to look away.

“Bellissimo Angelo.” I murmured, my voice was a low rumble that sent an intoxicating shiver down her spine and goosebumps to travel over her body- her perfectly intoxicating body. I didn’t need to introduce myself, my reputation was one that even a good girl such as herself knew. Everybody in the city knew who I was, even when they tried their hardest to pretend that they didn’t.

“Dici questo a ogna donna con un bel visto mister Moretti?” ( Do you say that to every woman with a pretty face mister Moretti?) she smiled as sweetly as she could while mustering a daring challenge within her eyes and sipped on the wine that I had just given her.

My tongue danced over the pattern of my teeth, taking note of every crevice while I stared at her. This women-this artist who laughed freely and tested every ounce of strength that I have spat her words out like a viper-a daring sharpness in her verbal attacks. Even worse she spoke italian like she’s done it her whole life.

Who the hell is this woman?

Instead of hitting me with another verbal attack her eyes softened, making her innocence return and she pursued her lips together, “Mister Moretti.” she replied innocently, her voice steady with a small tremor in her light and sweet voice. There was something about the way she wielded her controlled chaos that made me want to destroy this veil of control even more.