Dark Romance: A Cruel Obsession

After recovering from that burst of strength, Vivian returned to the living room to find Alajos’ medicine. She was worried that Alajos might have a fever at night, so she took some anti-inflammatory and cold medicine upstairs.

Simpson and Festus had already settled Alajos. Alajos, mustering his strength, was explaining something to them until Vivian came in, at which point the three stopped talking.

It was already very late, having been restless all night, Simpson and Festus were exhausted. Vivian arranged for them to stay in the guest room and had Mare take them to rest.

Simpson naturally found his way, while Festus thanked Vivian before following behind Mare to leave.

“It seems like you are very interested in my men.” Alajos lay on the bed, his expression unable to convey whether he was happy or not.

“I haven’t met him,” Vivian timely expressed her curiosity about strangers.

“There will be plenty of opportunities to meet in the future,” Alajos said.

Vivian poured him a glass of water and placed it on his bedside table, “You should rest.”

“And you should rest too,” Alajos raised his hand to touch Vivian’s face. Vivian leaned down so that his hand could touch her.

Alajos’ rough fingertips slid over the bruise under her eye, frowning, he said, “Have you not been sleeping well these days?”

“I’ve been having nightmares,” Vivian sighed, moving to the other side of the bed, lying down facing Alajos. “I always dream about Luzia.”

“Poor Luzia. Joseph constantly abuses and humiliates her in my dreams, she is about to die.”

This topic made Alajos irritable. He endured the pain in his abdomen, turned over, and lay face to face with Vivian, “I thought we had agreed not to discuss this matter anymore.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t help my dreams,” Vivian said.

“You need to forget about this, Vivian. You can’t change it,” Alajos sighed, looking at Vivian’s distressed expression, unsure whether to be angry or feel sorry for her, “You need to learn to forget things that make you unhappy. You remember too much, and it will only make you more unhappy.”

“I think you’re right,” Vivian rested her forehead on Alajos’ shoulder. His body temperature was slightly higher than hers, which made her feel warm and reassured. But Vivian dared not lean too close, fearing she might touch his wound.

It’s hard to imagine such serious gunshot wounds on Alajos. Yet, in fact, on his well-built body, there were knife wounds, gunshot wounds, burns, at least seven or eight scars that Vivian could see.

But Alajos is a Capo, he should have many people protecting him.

“Are you okay?” Vivian asked.

Alajos opened his eyes in the darkness. The curtains in the bedroom were not drawn, and tonight was a full moon, its cold and bright light quietly falling into the bedroom, allowing Alajos to count his wife’s long and curly eyelashes just by opening his eyes.

“I’m fine,” Alajos replied.

“Are you in trouble?”

“Don’t inquire about my business, Vivian.”

Vivian pouted unhappily, “I’m worried about you.”

“All you need to know is that I’m fine, that’s all.”

“Fine,” Alajos’ tone was firm, leaving Vivian feeling defeated, “How’s my brother? Is Vilem okay?”

Alajos patiently answered her question, “He’s fine too, don’t worry.”

Vivian nodded drowsily. She heard Alajos say softly, “Goodnight.”

Vivian also wanted to say “goodnight” to him, but before she could, her consciousness blurred.

This was the first time Vivian woke up in Alajos’ arms; it was so warm that she was reluctant to open her eyes.

She felt a soft touch and moisture on her forehead. She drowsily opened her eyes, and the bright sunlight in the bedroom made her somewhat uncomfortable.

She seemed to hear Alajos’ suppressed laughter, tinged with the laziness of just waking up.

Vivian rubbed her eyes and looked at Alajos; the distance was too close! It was at this moment that Vivian realized she was lying in Alajos’ arms.

Vivian was startled. What if she touched Alajos’ wound?

Vivian moved back a little and looked down to check Alajos’ wound.

Thankfully, the bandages were pristine, with no signs of bleeding.

“I’m sorry,” Vivian apologized to Alajos, “I don’t know why I sleep so poorly.”

However, Alajos’ embrace was truly warm.

Vivian was reluctant to leave.

“Why apologize?” Alajos rested one arm under his head, keeping his side position.

“You’re injured, getting close to you might worsen your condition,” Vivian slapped her own face, trying to wake herself up a bit. “Good morning, Alajos, do you need some water?”

“Good morning,” Alajos said, “I want to kiss you.”

Vivian felt her face burning. She dared not look directly into Alajos’ eyes; the heat in them might scorch her. “You haven’t answered my question.”

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“No, you’re injured. It’s better if you don’t move around,” Vivian quickly got out of bed. She wanted to fetch a glass of water, using it as an excuse to escape Alajos’ fiery gaze.

“Don’t think of me as too fragile, Vivian,” Alajos followed behind her, his intense desire-filled gaze never leaving her.

Vivian turned her back to him, feeling her back heating up. She knew her face must be bright red.

“You should drink some water,” Vivian handed him the glass, “Luckily, there’s no infection, so you’re doing well.”

Alajos drank the water, moistening his dry lips.

He licked his lips, then reached for Vivian’s waist. “I want to kiss you.”

Forced to look into his eyes, Vivian felt the growing intensity of his desire, seemingly endless. His arm around her waist was strong and firm, lifting her slightly. Vivian had to stand on her tiptoes, watching Alajos’ approaching face.

Alajos lifted her chin and kissed her.

They exchanged a passionate kiss, the sound of their heavy breathing echoing in the quiet bedroom, making it embarrassing to hear. Vivian was almost breathless.

Only when Alajos had his fill of her lips, did Vivian finally get some fresh air. She collapsed onto Alajos, breathing heavily, feeling a burning hardness against her waist.

Vivian stiffened.

She knew what it was.

Thankfully, Alajos still had his senses and released Vivian in time. However, his long-contained desire remained rigidly pressing against her. Vivian felt scared.

“Don’t move,” Alajos stopped Vivian’s struggle.

Vivian seemed to hear Alajos’ pained voice. She nestled into Alajos’ embrace, letting his warm, rough breath sweep over her ears. She wanted to hide, but was afraid that doing so would only ignite more desire in Alajos.

Eventually, Alajos took her hand and slowly guided it towards the hot and stiff bulge between his thighs.

Vivian froze, her face and neck quickly turning red.

“Vivian, help me,” Alajos’ hoarse voice sounded in her ear.

Vivian felt ticklish in her ears, wanting to hide, but Alajos wouldn’t let her. Vivian was terrified, she sobbed softly, “Alajos…”

Her soft hand finally wrapped around that thick, hard object. It was difficult for Vivian to hold onto, as Alajos guided her in an awkward, stuttering motion, her pale wrist colliding with the man’s pelvis, making an ambiguous “smack” sound. Vivian dared not listen or look, burying her head into Alajos’ embrace.