Chapter 18 Obsession is a sin

Life was a fragile thing and Silvio Salvatore had the power to take it, he showed it to me, proved me how wrong assumptions I had of him. He wasn't just dangerous, he was deadly, a man who didn't felt any remorse before killing someone.
"Y-you killed h-him." Words escaped my lips before I could think. I hadn't realised but my hands had started trembling by now, my body was shaking internally, and my eyes, they couldn't stop watering my cheeks. I was still on ground when I heard rushing footsteps coming towards the room but I was too concerned to notice Dante coming and looking down at dead corpse. His eyes emotionless like looking at dead body was a daily thing for him. Well, looking at dead bodies were in my daily routines too, but under different circumstances.
He killed a man! In front of me!
It wasn't like he had never killed someone in front of me but these two were different situations.
"Get rid of it." No! I didn't wanted to hear his voice and my hands instinctively pressed against my ears as I screamed loudly. I was a doctor, I was supposed to save lives not see them dead! Why did he do that?!
Rough hands were wrapped around my upper arms as I was pulled up in someone's arms. I knew who it was but my fear was overwhelmed by reality as I thrashed in his hold with a renewed energy.
"LET ME GO, YOU BASTARD! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!" I screamed as I landed rain of punches on his chest. However, he remained unfazed because next moment he had his arms wrapped wholly around me as he pulled me closer to his chest and muttered sweet nothings in my ears like how it was going to be okay. No! Nothing was going to okay! A man was dead! And nothing could bring him back!
"LEAVE ME!" I cried. Putting my enery, I tried to push him away but his hands on my waist was making it next to impossible.
He breathed out loudly as he cursed under hin breath.
"Give me sedative." Silvio said and I knew by all means that he wasn't talking to me. Sedative! Was he going to sedate me?! I panicked more and life saving instincts kicked in and with great difficulty I pushed him away. I took him by surprised as he stumbled two steps back but soon recovered and I made a dash towards the door.
I needed to get out of here! I needed to inform cops about this murder! I need to-
"LEAVE ME, YOU RASCAL!" I was grabbed by someone and before I could open my mouth to scream further, a needle was pricked inside me. And when my eyes looked back, I saw Dante's dark eyes looking down at me.
"Shh.." he cooed in my ear as I collapsed in his arms.
Darkness slowly engulfed me and I lost my consciousness before his words seeped in my ears.
"I got you."
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The artistic golden rays of sun got up like a baby and painted the dark sky in it's colours, bright and sunny. I watched as the clouds started traveling around the sky in groups, making different shapes.
I sighed and looked at clock.
7:22.
Twelve minutes. I was up for last twelve minutes. And when I woke up, I felt nothing. No pain, no desire, no fear, no anxiety. I was feeling nothing.
My ears twitched as I heard sounds coming from outside the room and I didn't had to wonder twice to know who was in my apartment with me.
Silvio Salvatore.
Sweet smell of coffee and pancakes entered my nose and the door opened. I tried-and failed to act accordingly. His grey eyes made me remember how easily he could kill, with no remorse or guilt. He was a man, from whom death was scared.
My eyes immediately caught his naked torso, and pant cladded long legs. His strides confident and proved his masculinity.
"Buongiorno, Cara..."
I couldn't afford to look his way. I didn't wanted to remember his cruelty. He might had sensed my panic cause the next moment, he was pulling me out of bed. And cold air hit me and I groaned realising I was naked underneath blankets.
"Come, let's shower before having breakfast." His words hard and rough like his body.
I knew I couldn't escape him anymore. He was stronger, smarter, clever, and dangerous. His rough fingers wrapped around my wrists and he pulled me up, and dragged me towards the bathroom. I let him because I had no energy left to fight him, not physically nor emotionally.
He was gentle with me in shower, his touch tender and incongruously chaste as he washed me from head to toe. I stood still, that's all I was capable of at that moment. Nothing bothered me right now, not my nudity nor his. Now that I was emotionally stable, I felt empty, a fog of exhaustion dulling my thoughts and feelings.
Terrible, soul crushing guilt was weighing down on me, knowing a man was killed because of me. He died because I let a stalker, a murderer enter my life.
Today, victim was a man, maybe tommorrow my family and friends would be on his hit list? From the beginning, I was being played by him and yesterday a man payed for my wrongdoings.
"Come here," Silvio ordered as I stepped out of shower stall, letting him wrap a thick white towel around me. Sometimes I wonder he knew more about me than I knew myself.
I had tried pushing him away, and he was still here, still a threat, and now I had to try something new.
I had to make him lose interest in me.
What if, by refusing him I was making him want me more?
The fastest way to make a guy lose interest in you is to sleep with him. I remembered Olivia's words. It was a stupid saying, I had heard this sentiment dozens of times. I didn't knew if Silvio fell into this category but it was possible-prable. He was stunningly handsome man, and undoubtedly used to women falling head over heels for his dangerous alpha appeal. He had made sure thousands of times that he want to have sex with me, maybe it's the best thing, maybe he would lose interest in me after knowing that I was not upto his expectations.
"Come, lie down." He said when we reached to bed. Removing the towel off me, he gently tucked me under blankets.
He wanted me but he wouldn't have me until I gave my consent.
We both were naked as he pulled me closer to his chest. Breakfast long forgotten, and his arm circled around my ribcage. Every single inch of his body spooning me, and his hot breath caressing the skin of my neck. His hard rod stiffly pressed against my cheeks and I couldn't help but to imagine how hard he was.
"Am I just your toy, Silvio?" My words no more shaky but filled with determination. The urge to accept the bitter reality intensifying by the second and I sighed before closing my eyes.
His body turned to stone behind me, his arms tightening across my ribcage. For a brief, irrational second, I feared that he might say yes but again obviously I was his toy. He only wanted me sexually but then I found myself flipped onto my back, his heavy weight pressing me down as he looked down at me.
I blinked, momentarily. I saw that his grey eyes were narrowed, his jaw clenched tight, as he held himself up with one elbow. He looked furious, and for a horrible second I panicked.
"What games are you trying to play, Sadie?" His voice was low and hard, his italian accent stronger than the usual, as he captured my wrists and pinned them down to bed besides my head. "Trying to see how far you can push me?"
I realised one thing, he didn't called me cara. He called me Sadie. Which menat he was furious.
I stare up at him, trying to see where was this conversation going. He was still waiting for my response, his eyes narrowed. "No games," I whispered into the dead silence. "Why are you after me?"
He inhaled, his fingers tightening and I see the exact moment he was processing what I was saying.
"I don't know. I don't have answers to these questions." He muttered and sincerity danced in his eyes. He was oblivious why he wanted me, why was he stalking me? I swallowed. This was worde then I jad initially anticipated.
"Then leave me." I broke the defeaning silence.
His eyes snapped to mine as he gritted his teeth.
"I can't."
"You have to.."
"I won't!" He growled as he put more pressure on my wrists and I whimpered in pain as warm tears accumulated the corners of my eyes.
"You've to understand one thing, Cara...I don't know what it is, a wierd obsession or straight infatuation...I want you more than I can even explain." He said, his voice thick like velvet and smooth like butter and poisonous.
"...I don't feel same, Sil-"
Almost swiftly, he leaned forward and captured my lips with his. I didn't knew why, but I had never expected this, atleast not now when I was trying to make him understand something. His kiss intensified, like he didn't wante dto hear me. His kiss was urgent, hungry because that's what it felt like, as if he wanted to consume me, taking in my essence, my every breath. His tongue followed ravage actions, his free hand held my hairs in a grip as he tilted my head back.
He kissed me until I was flushed and breathless.
"I'm not letting you go, cara...not today, not ever." Those were the last words I heard as he swiftly grabbed his clothes from bedside and walked away. I laid there, naked, burning and tormented. I didn't deserved that, I never deserved a man like him, this much ravage, this much beast.
I heard the slamming of door and I knew he was gone, only to come back again, to torment me, to strip me off my dignity, to make me lose myself.. He wouldn't leave me, and I couldn't afford to be with him.
He was toxic and I didn't wanted to lose myself in his merciless embrace, to dissolve in him and disappear.
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"Good morning, Ms. Quintin." Sophie said as I opened my door. She was checking some files and Mary was next to her, placing box of envelopes on my desk.
Ignoring the uneasiness in my heart, I managed to put a fake smile and greeted them back. The didn't need to know how much mentally tortured I was.
"Good morning, Sophie. How's everything going on?...Any positive reports on Mr. Dobby?" I asked placing my bag on cabinet and sat on my chair, shuffling through envelopes. My eyes landed on pink envelope with the mark of City's hospital on it and my mind froze.
Dad was admitted there.
"Mr. Dobby is doing fine actually. His vitals are stable and his cells are increasing with each dosage." She said but I was far too sane to listen as I quickly opened the letter. And with shaking hands, I unfolded the letter.
My jaw dropped to the ground and I didn't knew how to react. I had already paid the bills of two months, then why was I receiving these letters? Olivia said she had deposited the bills, then why?
With sweat in my hand, I dialled the number of doctor who was in charge of my father's condition and wiped the sweat off my face with back of my hand as I waited for her to pick.
"Hello, Dr. Adamson here." After two rings, he picked and I swallowed before saying.
"Hello, Sadie Quintin speaking. Daughter of-"
"Patient no. 50. I know. Brian Quintin. How can I help you, Ms. Quintin?" I sighed and tried desperately to calm my raging heart beat.
"I received a letter from hospital but I have already paid my debts, then why am I getting these?" I asked as Sophie gave me a worried look. I had almost forgot that she was here along with Mary.
"Oh, about that. Sorry for late notice but I would like to discuss some matters with you Ms. Quintin." He paused for a second as I heard shuffling from other side as he turned the pages before continuing. "Brian Quintin's surgery was a successful blow last week and I am glad to inform you that he's no longer a heart patient."
I sighed in relief.
"But...last week we performed some tests on him and I'm sorry to inform you but..." He paused. A deadly silence of two seconds and I forgot to breathe as his next words fell in my ears.
"You're father's suffering from cancer."