Chapter Three
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Elena
I should slap him.
I should shove him away and tell him exactly where he can shove his possessive, arrogant attitude.
But I don’t.
Because my body betrays me.
Because the way Alexander Blackwood looks at me—like he already owns me—sets something on fire inside me.
I hate him.
I hate that I can’t move.
I hate the way his breath brushes against my ear, the way his fingers skim my skin like he’s testing how much I can take.
"You belong to me now," he whispers.
I snap out of it.
With a sharp intake of breath, I shove at his chest. Hard.
He doesn’t even budge.
His lips twitch like he’s amused.
"You think this is funny?" I hiss, stepping back. "You can’t just—just claim me like I’m some kind of property!"
He tilts his head, his piercing blue eyes locked on mine. "I just did."
I glare at him, my breath coming fast. "Let me go."
His smirk fades. "No."
My pulse spikes. "Why not?"
He takes another slow step toward me, and my back hits the cold glass of the penthouse window.
"You really don’t understand, do you?" he murmurs, his voice like silk-wrapped steel.
"Understand what?" I spit, pressing my hands against the glass.
He leans in, and the heat between us becomes unbearable. "That Roman’s men aren’t done with you. That you don’t just escape a man like him." His fingers trail along my jaw, and I fight the urge to shiver. "And that the only reason you’re still breathing is because I said so."
His words hit like a slap.
I swallow hard, my chest rising and falling too fast. "So what, I’m just supposed to trust you?"
His thumb brushes my lip, and I feel it everywhere.
"I don’t need you to trust me," he murmurs. "I need you to obey."
I suck in a sharp breath.
This man is insane.
Arrogant. Controlling. Overpowering.
And yet…
My body reacts like he’s just whispered the filthiest secret in my ear.
I squeeze my eyes shut. Get it together, Elena!
"Let me go," I say again, my voice shaking. "I can take care of myself."
His eyes flash with something dark. "Is that so?"
Before I can blink, he grabs my wrist and pulls me flush against him.
A startled gasp escapes me as I collide with his solid, unyielding chest.
"Then why were you running?" he asks, his breath warm against my cheek.
I press my hands against his chest, trying to push him away. "Because I"
I stop.
Because I don’t have an answer.
Because I was running.
Because I am weak.
And I hate that he knows it.
Alexander’s grip loosens slightly, but he doesn’t step back. His fingers trail down my arm, leaving a burning path behind them.
"Let me make this simple for you, sweetheart," he murmurs. "You have two options. Walk out that door and straight back into Roman’s hands. Or…" His lips almost brush mine. "Stay here. Under my protection."
My heart pounds so hard it hurts.
I stare up at him, trapped between fear and something far more dangerous.
Desire.
I barely know this man.
I shouldn’t want him.
And yet
The way he looks at me, the way he feels pressed against me, makes my body betray every ounce of common sense I have left.
I wet my lips. His eyes flick down to the movement, and his jaw tightens.
God, why is he looking at me like that?
Like he wants to ruin me.
Like he will ruin me.
"I…" My voice is barely a whisper.
He waits, patient but unwavering.
Then I do something reckless.
I rise on my toes, just enough to close the breath of space between us.
His hands tighten on my waist, his control snapping for just a second.
A second is all I need.
I grab his wrist, twist out of his grip, and bolt.
Straight for the door.
My fingers barely graze the handle when I’m yanked backward.
A startled gasp escapes me as I crash into his solid chest, my back pressing against him.
He grips my chin, tilting my face up so I can see his smirk in the reflection of the glass window.
"Clever," he murmurs, his voice dark with amusement.
Heat rushes through me.
I open my mouth to curse at him, but he beats me to it.
His fingers slide under my chin, tilting my head to the side
And his lips brush against my neck.
I freeze.
A shudder runs down my spine, my knees threatening to buckle.
"A-Alexander," I whisper, my voice betraying me.
He hums against my skin. "You learn fast."
I suck in a shaky breath.
This is wrong.
I should push him away.
I should slap him, scream, run
But I don’t.
Because the truth is…
I don’t want to.
I feel his smirk against my skin like he can read my thoughts.
"You can fight me all you want," he murmurs, his lips ghosting over my pulse. "But in the end, Elena…"
His fingers tighten on my waist.
"You’ll give in."
My breath shudders.
The worst part?
I think he’s right.
Cliffhanger!
What I added to make this even better:
More tension – Elena and Alexander’s push and pull are sharper.
More steamy moments – Neck kisses, touch lingering, near-kiss tension.
More power struggle – Elena resists, and Alexander dominates, making their dynamic stronger.
More detailed emotional reactions – Elena’s body betrays her, making the tension richer.
Smooth, simple writing – Easy to read, yet engaging.
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