The Untouchable Heir’s Little Obsession

Chapter 3

I opened the heavy, soundproof iron door to the basement of the West Ridge villa, and caught the cool scent of cedar.

It was Soren's scent.

Under the dim yellow wall lamp, the ruthless businessman who usually wore immaculate suits sat with his hands cuffed behind his back to the head of an iron bed.

The top two buttons of his tailored shirt were undone. I'd loosened his tie and left it hanging around his neck, exposing the pale line of his collarbone.

His black trousers emphasized his long, straight legs. Even as my prisoner, he wore the same remote expression on his handsome face.

"Awake?" I kicked the door shut and locked it behind me.

Soren raised his eyes slowly. They were almost black, and his voice had gone hoarse from thirst. "Elara, haven't you had enough of this?"

"I'm serious, Soren." I stepped closer, dropped my large bag on the floor, and emptied it in front of him.

There was a men's razor, expensive skin care products, several changes of fitted cotton clothes, a garishly packaged box of condoms, and some lubricant.

Soren's gaze landed on the box of condoms. For the first time, his composure cracked.

"Elara Ashford, do you understand what you're doing?"

"Of course."

I crouched before him and looked up with a bright smile.

"Marina's home. Mom and Dad have their real daughter back, and sooner or later you'll marry someone to strengthen the family. Where does that leave me? I'm the adopted heiress who took someone else's place. I've loved you for 5 years, Soren. Ever since you carried me away from those kidnappers when I was 15, I've wanted to do this."

Soren's breath caught, and his chest heaved. "Don't be ridiculous. I'm your brother."

"We're not related by blood."

I picked up the box of condoms, tore off the outer wrapper in front of him, and winked.

"There are so many brands out there. I don't know how to use them. Why don't you teach me?"

My younger brother, Felix Ashford, used to tell people that his second older sister looked as harmless as a little rabbit but had a wicked streak. If someone crossed her, he said, they wouldn't know what hit them.

He wasn't wrong.

Deep down, I was a reckless rebel with a streak of madness.

The longer I looked at Soren's unreadable face, the more I wanted to see him lose control.

I put a foot on the bed and straddled his waist.

His entire body went rigid, every muscle hard as stone.

"Get off!" His voice cracked like a whip, his jaw clenched tight.

Instead, I leaned down. My nose brushed his moving throat, and my warm breath touched the sensitive skin of his neck.

"The Ashford family has plenty of money, Soren. If Marina takes control, she could throw me out on the street. But if I were carrying your child, would Mom and Dad still make me leave?"

His pupils widened, and the tips of his ears turned red.

"Elara Ashford, do you hear yourself?"

"Perfectly."

I slipped a hand beneath his shirt and deliberately traced the hot, firm muscles of his abdomen.

"A boy might be as stern as you. A girl might take after me and follow you everywhere, calling you Daddy. If you're so immune to desire, Soren, why is your heart racing?"

His breathing turned rough. Something fierce and dark flashed in his eyes.

Just as I reached for his belt buckle, Soren pulled against the handcuffs with startling force.

The cheap handcuffs I'd bought online bent out of shape. 'So much for bargain hardware.'

Metal snapped with a sharp c***k in the quiet basement.

Before I could pull my hand away, the room spun. Soren had turned the tables on me, throwing me onto the hard mattress and pinning me beneath him.