The Twisted Obsession
Mature content[R-18+] NO RAPE~ ~What happens when a psychopath falls in love?~ The infamous wallflower and sole heiress of the Falcone empire, Abigail Falcone, was a loner, shy, and reserved. She did not know how to socialize or even how to love until she met him. Desperate to escape her scheming relatives, Abby sought a favor from her late best friend’s fiancé—a marriage of convenience. No one would have ever paired the shy, stammering wallflower with the sinfully handsome mafia leader. However, it quickly becomes clear that Abby is a woman of hidden strength—and Remo Quinn finds his dead heart beating once again. Wary but tempted, she struggles to get through the arrangement without stripping herself of her morals and losing her heart to her husband—a man so beautiful and broken, he will hurt her as much as he will love her. While seeking revenge and amidst the sultry heat of their forbidden desires and secret fears, will Abigail find the love that will change her life forever? Or will she face the punishment of falling for her deceased best friend's fiancé? What happens when Remo finds out his little shy wallflower wife is a little sly fox? ——————————— ——————————— Excerpt ~ "Beg me to use you, Abby," he growled, his voice husky with desire. Abby's breath caught in her throat as she struggled to comply with his demand. With a mixture of arousal and trepidation, she managed to whisper, "Please ...Remo..." But Remo wasn't satisfied with just her words. He wanted to see her beg, to hear the desperation in her voice. With a wicked grin, he applied a bit more pressure to her thighs, a hint of pain mingling with pleasure. "Words, little sweet doll. Beg me," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for disobedience. The sensation sent a jolt of arousal coursing through Abby's veins, her resolve crumbling under Remo's intoxicating dominance. With a whimper of surrender, she found herself uttering the words he desired, her voice trembling with need. "Please...use me," she pleaded, her heart racing as she surrendered herself to the delicious torment of Remo's touch. Trigger warnings; Self-harm, mental illness, rough sexual acts etc.
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"I'm fine, just tired" she mumbled, folding her arms tighter in front of her as she kept her gaze fixed on the ground.
The sound of Remo switching off the gas and his footsteps echoing against the floor until he stood in front of her. An internal plea for him to leave lingered in her thoughts.
He lifted his hand, nudging the knuckle of his curled pointer finger under her chin to prompt her to look at him. When she raised her tear-streaked eyes, his lips pressed together flatly. "That's more than just being tired, love," he stated, the usual arrogance in his voice replaced by a softer tone.
"What's wrong?"
He pulled her away from the kitchen into her room.
"Come on tell me, I don't like the tears in your eyes"
Abby looked at him, "W-why d-o y-ou care?"
Remo frowned, "Of course I care you're my wife. "
"May-be this was a bad—idea Remo…" she stuttered trying to swallow down her sobs.