CHAPTER 101: NO ONE ELSE BUT HIM

(Warning: mature content)

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"Ahhh... ahh..."

Nothing else could be heard in the room but Sylvia’s breathless moans.

Rome tilted his head back, gritting his teeth as he drove himself deeper and harder into her. His body was on fire, demanding more.

He had already lost count of how many times he had spilled himself inside her, yet his hunger showed no signs of stopping.

"H-harder... please..."

Her broken plea only fueled him further.

Rome lowered his mouth to her neck and chest, kissing and biting as he left raw marks across her flushed skin.

Each sound she made, every tremor of her body, was proof that desire had completely consumed her.

And that only made him lose himself all the more.

He kissed her deeply, desperately, his tongue claiming her as his hips slammed harder just the way she begged for.

Sylvia’s moans grew louder, echoing through the room, her fingers clawing helplessly at his back.

Rome thrust faster, harder until that familiar heat began to coil within him, spreading from his core to the rest of his body.

His breath grew ragged. He could feel it, he was close.

"I-I’m c-coming..." he growled against her ear, his voice hoarse with need. And with one final, deep thrust, he released everything inside her.

Sylvia gasped beneath him, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to catch her breath.

Her hair clung to her damp forehead, her lips slightly parted, trembling from the intensity of it all.

Rome hovered above her for a moment, watching her every shiver, before a slow, satisfied smirk curved across his lips. "Damn... that was hot.." he muttered under his breath.

Pulling away, he rolled onto his back beside her, still catching his breath.

He hadn’t used any protection. His seed was deep inside her, claiming her in the most primal way possible. He didn’t even know if Sylvia had realized it.

And honestly? He didn’t care. He only wanted to claim her fully, body and soul.

He pulled her into his arms, holding her close, but Sylvia didn’t move. She just lay there, eyes fixed blankly on the ceiling, as though she had only now snapped back to reality.

Rome glanced at her, reading the silence between them. He knew she was aware of his gaze, but she never once looked back at him.

His jaw tightened.

Drowsiness slowly pulled him under. He drifted off while watching Sylvia who never once returned his gaze.

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When Rome’s eyes opened again, the room was quiet.

Sylvia lay curled on her side beside him, her breathing calm and steady, her face serene as though the storm of the night had never touched her.

He got up from the bed and began gathering their scattered clothes from the floor, putting each piece back on.

When his eyes fell on her torn long sleeve and ruined undergarments, he paused.

Only then did it hit him just how rough he had been with her.

All of this madness... it had all started because of what Ingrid had told him. Her words had poisoned his mind, driving him to the edge with the thought that Sylvia might leave him. The fear of her growing tired of him, of her choosing Daniel instead, was eating him alive.

He slowly stepped out of the room, but when his eyes landed on Sylvia’s suitcase, his steps faltered. Just seeing it there was enough to spark his anger.

"No..." he muttered to himself, his jaw tightening. "I won’t let her leave me. Not a chance."

He dragged the suitcase back inside her room to unpack it and return her clothes where they belonged. But just as he opened it, a faint ringing came from inside.

He froze, then quickly unzipped the suitcase further.

What he found made him pause.

A phone. One he had never seen Sylvia use before.

It wasn’t like her old, outdated phone, the one he knew she always carried and used. This was the latest model. Sleek. Expensive. Something she couldn’t possibly afford with just her part-time work.

Sylvia wasn’t the type to splurge on such luxuries. Which meant... it must have been a gift.

But not from him.

Rome stared at it for a long time, his chest tightening. Even when he had once gifted her a phone, she had never used it. In fact, she had even returned it to him. So why was there a new, expensive phone hidden in her suitcase now?

The device lit up again, buzzing with a message notification. His heart pounded. Something inside him urged him to open it.

And when he did, the words on the screen made his chest tighten.

’Sylvia, where are you? I’m waiting at the place you said you’d stay tonight. You promised we’d finally live together. Why aren’t you here yet?’

Rome’s jaw clenched so tightly his teeth hurt. He scrolled further.

’Sylvia, can we talk? I know you still hate me, but I want to see you. I miss you so badly.’

More messages followed, all carrying the same desperate tone. His hands shook as he continued reading, until his eyes caught one reply from Sylvia herself.

’I’m fine. Don’t message me anymore. I already cut ties with you and your family.:

Another came after..

’But I love you, Sylvia. Please come back home.’

’No, I won’t. I’m not going back to your house. I’m tired, and this is the last time we’re talking. So I just want to say—take care of yourself. I love you. Goodbye.’

Rome’s vision blurred, his whole body going rigid. He couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Only one phrase echoed in his mind—

I love you....

That was Sylvia’s last message.

Did Sylvia... have another man? And it wasn’t even Daniel.

His chest burned with rage as he scrolled again. There was also another conversation in her messages, but this time with a name attached.

Greece.

’Hi Sylvia, are you doing okay there? Do you want me to come pick you up, maybe help you unwind? I’m free anytime you need me.’

’Hello Sylvia, I had such a great time on our little date haha. I hope we can do it again soon. So please, keep smiling, okay?’

’Good morning, Sylvia. I wish I was there beside you right now. Anyway, I can’t wait to see you again.’

’Can I come visit you? I already miss you. Hope to see you today. Tell me if Rome isn’t around and I’ll come to visit you.’

’He’s not here. We can meet today.’ - Sylvia

Each word carved into his mind, feeding the storm of rage tearing through him.

Rome’s grip tightened around the phone, his knuckles turning white.

The conversation was just from earlier. That meant Sylvia was the one secretly letting Daniel intohis condo.

His jaw ached from clenching too hard, his chest heaving with a heat he could no longer control.

His vision darkened.

The sting of Sylvia’s betrayal burned deeper than anything he had ever felt in his life.

How could she? After everything he had given her. His time, his love, his body, his entire damn world, how could she still look for someone else?

By the time he tossed the phone back into the suitcase, his mind was consumed.

He stormed back into the bedroom, his steps heavy.

Sylvia was there, lying innocently on the bed, still fast asleep as though nothing had happened.

Rage surged within him.

Without a word, he leaned down, his lips crashing against her skin hard, punishing.

His mouth trailed from her neck to her chest, sucking and biting as though he could brand her with his anger, mark her so completely that no man would ever dare touch her again.

"Mmmhmmph..."

Sylvia stirred, a muffled sound escaping her throat as her eyes fluttered open.

Confusion filled them as she realized what was happening, her breaths quickening when she felt his weight pressing her down.

Rome pinned her easily, towering over her like a predator looming over prey. His grip on her waist tightened, fingers digging harshly into her skin, ensuring she couldn’t slip away.

His other hand roamed possessively across her body, claiming every inch of her as though daring her to deny him.

Her voice trembled. "R-Rome... what are you doing—hmpph!"

He silenced her with a bruising kiss, his teeth sinking into her lower lip before his mouth devoured hers.

He didn’t care if it hurt her. He didn’t care if she resisted. All he could see were those messages—her smiling for another man, entertaining another man.

How dare you?

His thoughts roared as his chest pressed into hers.

Daniel wasn’t enough? You had to sneak around with some other stranger I don’t even know? After everything I’ve given you... you still betray me like this?

He ground his hips roughly against her, the thin blanket draped over her bare body the only barrier between them.

Every movement, every thrust of his body was fueled by a fire of jealousy and desperation clawing at his insides. His mind was a storm, rage, fear, and an obsession so deep it terrified even him.

Rome didn’t stop, even when Sylvia gasped for air beneath his suffocating kisses. He didn’t want to stop. Every kiss, every bite was both punishment and claim.

He needed her to remember, to feel it in her body and soul that she belonged to him.

No one else. Not Daniel. Not some faceless stranger.

Only him.

And as his grip on her tightened and his lips marked her skin, Rome swore he would never let her go.

Not even if it destroyed them both.