His Captive Desires

Chapter 4: Breaking Point

The silence in the kitchen after Dante's words felt heavier than the storm outside. Elena could feel the hard edge of the marble counter pressing into her lower back, but all she could focus on was the dangerous warmth of his chest inches from hers.

​"You can't just keep me here like a prisoner," Elena breathed out, her voice trembling slightly as she tried to maintain her defiant gaze. "People will notice. My friends... my life doesn't just stop because of some ruthless billionaire's game."

​Dante let out a low, dark chuckle that vibrated right through her. He reached up, his knuckles gently brushing against her cheek before tracing down her neck, sending a jolt of pure electricity through her veins.

​"Let them look," Dante murmured, his voice dropping to a rough whisper that made her knees weak. "No one looks where I tell them not to, Elena. And as for your life—consider it paused until you learn your lesson."

​Before she could form a single word of protest, Dante stepped back, his eyes dark with an unreadable hunger. He turned toward the private elevator doors, pausing just as they slid open.

​"Breakfast will be sent up in ten minutes," Dante said over his shoulder, a ghost of a smirk on his lips. "Try to eat. I expect you cooperative when I return tonight."

​The doors closed, leaving Elena standing alone in the massive kitchen, her heart pounding faster than it ever had before.