The Billionaire's Dangerous Obsession (Nivera) novel Chapter 193

Chapter 193

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The early morning light bled through the curtains, soft streaks of gold painting across the massive bedroom.

Alejandro lay propped on one elbow, his gaze fixed on the sleeping form curled against him. Nivera’s hair, tousled from the night’s intensity, spilled like silk across the pillow.

Her breathing was soft and steady, the kind of rhythm that always lulled him into quiet peace–a peace he hadn’t known in years, maybe ever.

He reached out, letting his fingers drift through her strands, stroking gently, almost reverently. She murmured something incoherent in her sleep, and his lips tugged into the faintest of smiles.

How was it possible that this woman–this stubborn, sharp–tongued, endlessly resilient woman–had become his undoing?

He had spent the night with her in ways he hadn’t allowed himself to with anyone. It hadn’t just been sex–it had been release, raw and devastating, but also grounding.

For the first time in his life, he hadn’t needed control, hadn’t cared for dominance. With Nivera, he’d let himself feel. And that terrified him.

Her “stress therapy sessions,” as she had called them, had ended with her naked in his bed all the way from his study, screaming his name until his chest ached from the sheer force of wanting her.

He thought of it now, the sound of her voice breaking under pleasure, the way her nails dug into his skin like she was clinging not just to him but to life itself.

Alejandro swallowed hard. He wasn’t a man who prayed, but in that moment, he found himself silently asking whatever higher power might exist never to take her from him.

His thumb brushed over her temple, then down her cheek. Her lashes fluttered, and slowly, her eyes opened, hazy with sleep but quick to soften when they landed on him.

“Morning,” she whispered, her lips curving into a smile.

Alejandro’s chest tightened. “Morning, Cabezota.” His voice was low, rough with exhaustion, but also thick with something else–something deeper.

She stretched lazily, the blanket sliding just enough to expose the smooth line of her shoulder. He resisted the urge to pull her back under and keep her hidden away from the world.

“You’re staring,” she teased, her smile widening as her hand drifted up to touch his jaw.

“Of course I am,” he murmured, leaning into her touch for a fleeting second before pressing a kiss to her fingers. “You gave me no choice last night. You ruined me, Nivera.”

She laughed softly, her cheeks flushing. “Ruined you? I think it was mutual.”

His eyes darkened, but there was no trace of his usual smugness. Instead, there was awe. “Do you know how dangerous you are to me?” he asked, his tone quieter now. “One night with you and I don’t even recognize

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Nivera tilted her head, studying him with the same sharpness she always did, though it was softened by the intimacy of the moment. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

Alejandro chuckled, though there was no humor in it. “Bad? No. Terrifying? Absolutely.”

He trailed his hand down her arm until he found her fingers, threading them with his. He squeezed lightly, grounding himself. “Tell me,” he said, his eyes never leaving hers, “how are you feeling? Down there, I mean.” His tone was gentle, teasing at the edges, but there was a thread of genuine concern woven through.

Nivera blinked, then burst into a laugh, swatting his chest lightly. “Alejandro!”

“What?” he asked innocently, though his smirk betrayed him. “It’s a fair question. After last night, I’d be shocked if you weren’t sore.”

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her smile. “I’m fine. Maybe a little sore… but I’ll survive.”

The smirk faded into something softer, more serious. He leaned down, brushing his lips against her forehead.

“Good. I like leaving reminders.” His hand slid slowly across her stomach, resting there possessively. “Every ache, every mark–it means you’re mine.”

Her heart gave a wild, traitorous thump. She should’ve bristled at his words, but instead, a strange comfort bloomed in her chest.

She turned her head to look at him fully, her fingers brushing his jaw, rough from a night without shaving.

“You’re insufferable, you know that?” she teased softly.

“And yet,” he countered, his lips curving, “you’re still here.”

Nivera sighed, the kind that carried both exasperation and affection, then fell quiet, her gaze lingering on him. The sunlight crept higher, spilling across his features, sharpening the lines of his face. He looked tired— exhausted, really–but there was something softer there, too. Something he rarely showed anyone.

“You scare me sometimes,” she admitted suddenly.

His brow arched. “Do I?”

“Yes,” she said, her voice steady now. “Because you let me see parts of you I don’t think anyone else does. And I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to walk away from that.”

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