Chapter 384: Like a Moth to a Flame**
"I don’t understand it, Renzo. How can he just listen to her and be manipulated by Rain when he doesn’t even remember her? What did that woman do to Alexander? Even without his memories, he’s still loyal to her!" Carla grumbled, pacing the room. Her frustration was palpable, her voice filled with bitterness. "That contract... shouldn’t he be back in my arms by now instead of announcing a marriage ceremony with her?"
Renzo remained silent, knowing better than to respond. He had learned that his place was to listen, not to speak. Instead, he leaned forward, his lips trailing down her body to distract her from her anger, his mouth teasing one of her hardened nipples.
Since the day they first slept together, Renzo had become Carla’s escape, her plaything. She called him whenever she needed an outlet for her frustration, using him to vent her emotions and satisfy her physical needs. And Renzo allowed it all... no, he embraced it.
He was hopelessly in love with her, consumed by an obsession that left him blind to her indifference. For years, he had worshipped her from afar, keeping his feelings hidden and his desires suppressed. Now that he had even a fragment of her, her body, if not her heart, it was enough for him.
Carla moaned softly as Renzo lavished attention on her, alternating between licking and sucking her sensitive peaks while his hands expertly tended to the rest of her. She arched her back, her body responding instinctively to his ministrations.
"Oh, yes... Ah, Xander, that feels so good," she murmured, her eyes fluttering shut.
Renzo’s chest tightened at the name. She wasn’t thinking about him. She never was. In her mind, it was Alexander touching her, loving her. Yet Renzo didn’t stop. His obsession outweighed his pride, and the mere chance to be close to Carla was enough to push him forward.
She was intoxicating, and the pleasure of being with her, no matter the circumstances, overpowered his rationality. His lips traveled lower, kissing a trail down her abdomen until he reached the warmth between her thighs.
She was already drenched, but not because of him. Renzo knew Carla’s arousal stemmed from her fantasies of Alexander, not from his touch. Still, he didn’t falter. He spread her legs wider, resting them on his shoulders as he supported her hips with his hands.