The Billionaire Mafia's Captive

Caught in the Dark

After that intense dinner, I couldn’t settle down. My whole body felt restless and on edge. Arjun’s words kept echoing in my head, the way he threatened to bend me over the table, the way his hand had gripped my neck. I was angry, scared, and shamefully turned on too. It made me feel weak and stupid.

I had to try escaping again. I couldn’t just sit here and accept this life.

I waited until the mansion went completely quiet, long after midnight. The hallway lights were turned down low. There was no guard standing outside my door tonight. They were starting to think I was giving up. That was their first big mistake.

I changed quietly into black leggings and a dark t-shirt from the closet, then slipped on some simple shoes. I crept along the hallway walls, moving slowly and carefully. Every tiny sound made me freeze – the soft click of the air conditioning, a distant door closing somewhere in the house. But, I kept going, step by step.

I made it down the big staircase without anyone seeing me and headed toward the back of the mansion. I remembered seeing a side door near the garden during my wandering earlier. If I could get outside, maybe I could climb the wall or hide until I figured out my next move.

My palms were sweaty as I reached the door. I turned the handle very slowly. It opened with a soft click. No alarm went off. I felt so relieved.

Cool night air washed over my face the moment I stepped outside. The garden looked almost magical under the moonlight — tall hedges, soft glowing lights along the paths, and the sweet smell of flowers in the air. But I didn’t stop to enjoy any of it. I started running. I stayed low, moving from one shadow to another, heading straight for the tall stone wall at the far end of the property. My legs burned and my lungs started to ache, but I pushed harder. Freedom felt so close I could almost taste it.

Then I heard heavy footsteps behind me.

“Elena!” Arjun’s voice rang out in the night, deep, angry, and way too close.

I didn’t look back. I ran faster, tears blurring my vision. Just a few more meters. I just needed to reach the wall and…

Strong arms suddenly wrapped around me from behind like steel. I screamed and fought with everything I had, kicking my legs wildly and elbowing backward.

“Get the hell off me!” I shouted, twisting and struggling. “Let me go, you bastard!”

Arjun spun me around fast and pushed my back against the nearby wall, pinning me there with his tall, hard body. His chest pressed tightly against mine. One of his thick thighs shoved between my legs, spreading them open. His face was only inches from mine, breathing fast from the chase.

“You never learn, do you?” he growled, his voice low and rough with anger mixed with something much hotter.

I kept fighting against him, but it was useless. He was too strong. “I’ll keep trying every single night until I get out of here! You can’t lock me up like this forever!”

His hand came up and gripped my jaw firmly, forcing me to look straight into his eyes. In the moonlight, his sharp jawline and dark piercing eyes looked even more dangerous and handsome. My heart was racing so fast it hurt.

“You think I won’t punish you for running again?” he said, breathing hard. “You think I’ll just keep letting you do this like some scared little rabbit?”

I could feel every inch of his body pressed against me – the heat coming off him, the hard muscles of his chest, the way his thigh rubbed right between my legs. My n*****s were tight and sensitive against him. Worse, I could feel myself getting wetter by the second.

“I hate you,” I whispered, but my voice came out all breathy and weak. Arjun’s lips curved into a dark, knowing smile.

“Yeah? Then why are you soaking through your leggings right now?”

Before I could say anything, his hand slid down my body, rough and possessive, until he cupped me firmly between my legs. I gasped loudly as his palm pressed right against my aching p***y through the thin fabric.

“Oh God…” The words slipped out before I could stop them.

He started rubbing me slowly, his eyes locked on my face the whole time. “Look at you. Mouth saying you hate me, but your body is begging for my touch.”

A soft moan escaped my lips as my hips moved against his hand on their own. Shame burned hot in my chest, but the pleasure felt too good to ignore. I was dripping wet now.

“Stop…” I breathed, even as I rocked harder against his palm.

Arjun leaned in closer, his lips brushing my ear.

“You don’t want me to stop. You want me to rip these leggings off and f**k you right here against this wall until you forget all about running away.”

His fingers found my swollen c**t through the fabric and rubbed in firm, slow circles. My knees went weak. I grabbed onto his shoulders tightly to keep from falling, breathing fast and shallow.

“I… I hate you…” I moaned, but it sounded desperate and needy.

He chuckled low against my ear, the sound vibrating through me.

“Keep lying to yourself while you’re grinding on my hand like you can’t get enough.”

The pressure built up so fast inside me. My thighs started trembling. I was right there on the edge, so close to coming that my whole body shook against him in the dark garden.

Then, just so suddenly, Arjun pulled his hand away and stepped back. I whimpered in frustration, my body left throbbing and aching badly. I felt empty and desperate. He looked at me with dark, hungry eyes full of control.

“Bad girls don’t get to come tonight.”

I stared at him, shocked, furious, and so turned on it hurt. My legs felt shaky, and my p***y was still pulsing with need.