Chapter 27 – A Dangerous Obsession
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Elena felt the weight of Damon’s gaze long after they had left the private club.
The meeting had ended smoothly—at least on the surface. But the tension between Damon and Nathan had lingered, crackling like an unspoken threat.
Now, as they drove back to the penthouse, the silence between them was thick.
Damon sat beside her, one hand on the wheel, the other resting casually on his thigh. His posture was relaxed, but Elena knew better.
He was seething.
She could feel it in the way his fingers occasionally flexed against the steering wheel, in the barely restrained energy humming beneath his controlled exterior.
Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore.
“What was that back there?” she asked, breaking the silence.
Damon didn’t answer right away. He took a slow turn, his jaw tightening before he finally spoke. “Nathan has no business asking you questions.”
Elena frowned. “He was just being polite.”
Damon scoffed, his grip on the wheel tightening. “Nathan doesn’t do anything without a reason. And I don’t like the way he looks at you.”
She turned to him fully now, her frustration growing. “You don’t get to control who talks to me.”
Damon’s eyes flicked at her, dark and unreadable. “Don’t I?”
A shiver ran down her spine.
There was no anger in his voice—just quiet, deadly certainty.
Elena’s heart pounded. She had known Damon was possessive. But this was something else entirely.
“You don’t own me,” she said, forcing steel into her voice.
He didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, his touch deceptively gentle.
“No,” he murmured. “But I do own your time. Your body. Your submission.”
Elena’s breath hitched.
His words would have infuriated her. Instead, they sent a dark thrill racing through her veins.
Damn him.
She refused to let him see how much he affected her.
Lifting her chin, she met his gaze head-on. “You should control my circumstances, Damon. But you don’t control me.”
A slow smirk curved his lips. “We’ll see.”
The car pulled into the underground parking garage, and before she could respond, Damon was out, circling around to open her door.
Elena hesitated for a moment before stepping out. As soon as she did, his hand settled on the small of her back, guiding her toward the elevator.
The moment the doors slid shut, she turned to face him.
“I won’t let you push me around.”
Damon’s gaze darkened, and in one swift movement, he caged her against the elevator wall, his body pressing dangerously close.
“Elena,” he murmured, his voice a velvet warning. “You’re in my world now. And in my world, rules are absolute.”
Her breath came in shallow bursts.
The heat between them was unbearable. The way he looked at her—like she was something he wanted to consume whole—made her pulse race.
But she wouldn’t break.
She couldn’t.
So instead, she met his challenge with one of her own.
“Then I guess we’ll see who bends first.”
The elevator doors opened, breaking the charged moment between them.
Damon stepped back, his smirk deepening. “Careful, sweetheart. You’re playing a dangerous game.”
Elena walked past him without another word.
But as she entered the penthouse, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she wasn’t just playing the game.
She was already losing.
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