Bound by his obsession

Secrets in the dark 18+

Isabella returned to the gala, but she wasn't the same.

Elena's words lingered in her mind, unsettling her. Why is she really here? What does she want?

She scanned the room until she found her sister standing close to Rafael, speaking in hushed tones. His expression was unreadable and soft looking at her, but Elena's smile was soft, familiar like a little girl seeing her crush.. she doesn't even bother to hide it again.

A sharp pang hit Isabella's chest, he will never change. What was I thinking, Rafeal a change man"?

She took a steadying breath and walked toward them. As if sensing her presence, Rafael turned to her. His gaze flickered over her face, searching. "Took you long enough."

"I ran into Elena," Isabella said, her tone careful.

Elena smiled, eyes glinting. "I was just telling Rafael about a project I'm working on."

"Really?" Isabella forced a smile. "What kind of project?"

Elena glanced at Rafael before answering. "It's not important."

The way she dismissed it only made Isabella more suspicious.

Before she could press further, Rafael placed a hand on her back possessive, guiding. "We should greet the investors." It wasn't a suggestion.

Isabella stiffened feeling bitter but nodded. "Of course."

As Rafael led her through the crowd, she felt Elena's eyes on her, watching and waiting. Like a shadow I can't shake off no matter what.

The rest of the night passed in a blur of conversations, fake smiles, and Rafael's firm grip on her whenever she so much as moved an inch away from him. The whispers around them didn't stop about her, about their marriage, about Rafael's power. She smiled anyway, playing the role, but each whisper felt like a knife.

By the time they left the gala, Isabella's head ached and her feet hurt, she let out a relief once she enter their car and hurled into one corner.

The drive home was silent, tension thick between them

When they arrived at the mansion, Isabella stepped out of the car, ready to escape to their bedroom and sleep, but before she could, Rafael caught her wrist carefully not to apply pressure. She turned to him, her pulse quickening.

"What did Elena say to you?" His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it—steel wrapped in velvet.

Isabella hesitated. "Nothing important."

His eyes darkened. "Don't lie to me."

She yanked her wrist free. "Why do you care?"

Rafael took a slow step forward, caging her against the car. "Because you're mine, Isabella. And I don't like secrets."

Her breath hitched. "Then maybe you should stop keeping them from me."

A muscle ticked in his jaw. He didn't deny it.

Instead, he leaned in, his voice a whisper against her skin, dark and dangerous. "Go to bed, Isabella. Before I decide to remind you exactly who you belong to."

Her body betrayed her, heat pooling in her stomach, but she refused to let him win.

So she lifted her chin, met his gaze, and whispered back, "You don't have to remind me, Rafael, I never forgot that you brought me."

Then she walked inside, leaving him standing there, watching her disappear behind the door

Isabella barely made it to the bedroom before the emotions she had held back all night threatened to consume her.

Elena. She had seen the way her sister looked at Rafael, The way she hovered too close, spoke too softly, moved gently. It wasn't her imagination and Rafael, he hadn't pushed her away.

Isabella sank onto the bed, gripping the sheets, She hated this feeling, the doubt, the jealousy, the fear that she had walked into something she didn't fully understand, like she's interrupting her sister love life.

A knock at the door snapped her out of her thoughts, she turned just as Rafael stepped inside.

You left in a hurry,"he said, closing the door behind him, holding up her purse and phone.

She forced a breath. "I was tired.

His gaze dropped to where her fingers were still curled into the sheets. "Liar.

Her heart pounded as he crossed the room. He didn't stop until he was standing in front of her, his presence suffocating.

"Are you jealous, Isabella?"

She lifted her chin. "Should I be?"

His lips twitched, but there was no amusement in his eyes. "No."

"Then why does it feel like I should?" she shot back glaring at him

Rafael's expression darkened. "You think I want your sister?

Isabella swallowed. "I think she wants you."

Silence.

A slow, deadly silence.

Then Rafael reached down, gripping her chin between his fingers. "It doesn't matter what she wants."

Her breath hitched.

I married you," he said, his voice low, dangerous. "You belong to me and I don't share what's mine cause I am a possessive man.

His lips crashed against hers before she could respond, It wasn't gentle or soft, It was possessive, raw, claiming showing her who he belong to.

Rafael's hand cupped the back of her neck, fingers threading into her hair as he tilted her head, deepening the kiss. His tongue swept into her mouth, demanding, taking like he had every right to. And Isabella hated how much she needed it.

She should push him away, telling him that she wasn't some object he could own, but instead, she leaned more into him.

His other hand slid down, gripping her waist and pulling her flush against him, the hard planes of his body pressed into her softer curves, the heat between them undeniable, his fingers dug in possessive, as if he needed to feel every inch of her against him.

A shudder gaps ran through her as his mouth left hers, trailing hot open-mouthed kisses down her jaw, her neck. He bit down just enough to make her gasp before soothing the sting with his tongue.

"You're mine," he murmured against her neck, leaving marks over her delicate skin.

Her hands fisted in his shirt, torn between pulling him closer and shoving him away, but Rafael didn't give her a choice, he lifted her effortlessly, carrying her toward the bed.

Her head is spinning, titling her head back more, giving him space to shower her neck kisses.. when he laid her down, his body pressing her into the mattress, all thoughts of resistance vanished.

His hands were everywhere sliding under her dress, pushing it up, exploring her bare skin with a hunger that made her breath hitch, he stripped her with deliberate, unhurried movements, his gaze never leaving hers.

"Say it," he demanded.

She swallowed hard, her pulse pounding. "Say what?

"That you're mine." His hand traced the curve of her thigh, teasing, torturing. "That no one else will ever touch you like this."

Her body burned under his touch, desire tightening low in her stomach.

She knew she should fight him but when he pressed a kiss just below her navel, his fingers trailing between her thighs, she broke

"I'm yours," she whispered.

Satisfaction darkened his gaze, Rafael's mouth trailed lower, his lips and tongue tracing a path down her stomach, his fingers pressed into her thighs, spreading her open as he settled between them, heat coiled low in her belly as he kissed her sensitive skin, his breath hot, teasing

"Look at me," he ordered.

She did, her pulse hammering as his eyes locked onto hers, he held her gaze as he dipped his head, his tongue sweeping over her cli*t in a slow, deliberate stroke.