Captive by My Lustful Enemy

Chapter 2

Killian Thorne’s POV

Estella huddled in the corner of the car, shooting daggers at me with those fierce eyes. I ignored her, gripping the wheel as adrenaline thrummed through my veins like liquid fire—my body alive, craving violence, blood. The rush pounded in my skull, intensifying with every mile, a savage itch demanding I hurt someone, kill to sate it.

I glanced at her again. Sleep tugged her under, the bloody mattress slipping from her grasp to reveal the full, lush swell of her breasts straining against my thin polo—n*****s pebbled, begging. f**k. I wanted to bury my c**k in her again, feel her clench around me. But no. Patience. I’d make her beg—break her until she crawled to me. That would be Verenas’ ultimate downfall.

My phone buzzed. I snatched it before the ring woke her.

“I have her,” I said flatly to the voice on the line.

A beat of silence. “Good to know, Killian Thorne. Always knew snatching that little cunt would be easy. She stays with you for now—safer in your lair. I’ll send more men to ensure Luncio can’t touch his precious girl.”

“Got it, uncle,” I replied, killing the call. I eyed Estella—her face serene, no trace of fear. It pissed me off. Did she not grasp her s**t situation? Stupid girl. First, she let a stranger wreck her—well, me. Now, she slept like a baby in her kidnapper’s car. What the f**k?

I floated the gas, the car roaring forward. She didn’t stir—just leaned deeper into sleep.

We hit headquarters fast. I stepped out, lighting a cigarette, inhaling deep as smoke curled into the night while my men approached.

“Bring her inside, boss?” Keigan asked—my only little brother, built almost like me but lacking my scars and ink that made men fear me more.

“Yeah. Careful—no marks.” Keigan scooped her up gently. She didn’t wake.

“Did you drug her? Looks like you got yours—can I have a turn later?”

I cracked him across the head, irritation flaring.

“I don’t need drugs to get a woman in my bed. And you don’t touch her.”

“C’mon, Kuya...”

“I’m your boss, Keigan. Do your job. Take her to my room.”

“Huh? We cleaned the basement with Jacob. Thought she’d go there?”

I smirked. “Just do it.”

My other men grabbed the bags—and that stained mattress. I followed after two smokes, finding Estella curled in the corner of my room. Fear etched her face now—the sight I’d craved.

“What the f**k do you want? Money? Mommy will give it all! Just let me go—I’ll give you anything!” she screamed, words tumbling in panic.

My lip curled. I sat to meet her tear-streaked gaze. “Nothing yet. Wait till I decide. I’ll tell you how this ends, princess.”

Her hand cracked across my face, the slap echoing like a gunshot. “f**k you!”

“Oh, I already did.” I laughed, stoking her rage.

“Daddy won’t let this slide. They’ll skin you alive! Kill you!”

“Nothing scares me in this world, Estella. Not you, not your family. I’ll prove it—build my empire on your tears and ruins."

“I won’t let you watch me break! Yeah, you took me. But think that’s enough to destroy my family? Killian, you’re f*****g dumb. You’re nothing to us!”

I seized her throat—tight enough to threaten, not choke—feeling her pulse race under my fingers.

“Don’t play me. You’re the Verena heir. Huge shame if they can’t save you. Your family runs the top mafia—Verena org. What’ll their allies think when they can’t protect their own? That’ll shatter everything.”

Tears welled, but she fought them back, steel in her spine. It only made me hungrier to destroy her.

Her breasts spilled from the polo as she leaned in, fury radiating like heat. She wanted to gut me—knew she couldn’t yet. Smart girl.

“Make sure it’s my family that crumbles after your little war, Killian. Watch your back... you didn’t just bring any girl into your fortress. One day, you’ll wake up and realize you have built your own downfall.”

Her fingers trailed my chest. She bit her lip, hand drifting to my thickening c**k. “Think you control me with lust? Come on, Estella.”

I pulled away as it hardened fully. I ached to hurl her down, plunge into her wetness. But not yet—not until she begged.

I will have her. I swear on my c*m, I’ll bury myself inside her again. Soon.