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Chapter 86: A Proper Plan
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Craving His Captive: The Cartel Heir's Obsession (Book 1) Chapter 86: A Proper Plan
Elodie’s POVThe days that followed were peaceful and quiet. I spent most of my time in the library, reading the books Valiente had gotten for me.I would sit on the soft couch in the corner by the window, a book in my hand, shutting out the rest of the world as I read.Valiente never mentioned what had happened in his private room. It was as though it had never happened, as though the whole thing had been a figment of my imagination.He spoke to me as he always did, with that same annoying confidence and the occasional smug smile, as though I hadn’t just discovered a shocking part of his private life.As for me, I couldn’t look at him the same way again.Whenever we sat down for dinner, I found myself stealing glances at him. Sometimes, simply watching the way his throat bobbed when he swallowed or how his lips moved as he spoke was enough to make my toes curl.And don’t even get me started on his hands.Those large, veiny hands that wrapped around his coffee mug as though they belon
Craving His Captive: The Cartel Heir's Obsession (Book 1) Chapter 85: Infuriating Grin
Elodie's POV I’ve never wished for reality to be a dream as desperately as I did at that moment. I wished I were still fast asleep, dreaming about entering this room, because at least then, I could wake up and pretend none of it had happened.But it was all too real to ignore. I had to face reality.I spun around so quickly that I nearly lost my balance. Valiente stood in the doorway, one shoulder resting against the frame, his arms folded across his chest.He was watching me the way a cat watches something that hasn’t realized it’s already been caught.His dark eyes moved from my face to the object in my hand before drifting around the room.A slow, infuriating smile spread across his lips.What could I possibly say at a moment like this? What excuse could I come up with that he wouldn’t turn around and use against me?There was no winning with this man. Remember? This was my doomsday.“I—” I started, but the words fell apart before I could finish. For once in my life, I had absolut
Craving His Captive: The Cartel Heir's Obsession (Book 1) Chapter 84: Red Light
Elodie's POV I slowly peeled my eyes open and blinked, trying to adjust to the bright light from the sun through the window. I was greeted with a different ceiling. It was grand, with artwork. This wasn't my room. Then I remembered where I was.Valiente's room.I gasped and shot up. My head turned to the side, slowly, breath held. But it was empty. His side was nearly arranged.A frown settled on my face.It wasn't even seven and he was already gone? Does he ever rest?I sighed and pushed the blanket over my legs and scooted to the edge. I drew a palm over my face, the event of last night playing in my head. A light shudder ran through me as the memory of last night returned in pieces. The intruder who almost killed me. The way I'd struggled for my life.And the way Valiente had come and rescued me.Then I remembered his voice and face. The way he’d looked at me as though he knew exactly how to get under my skin.I pressed my lips together and shook my head.No. I wasn’t going to
Craving His Captive: The Cartel Heir's Obsession (Book 1) Chapter 83: Burn In Hell
Valiente's POVMy head rested on my hands on the pillow as I stared blankly at the ceiling.Every little sound didn't get past me—the ticking of the clock, the chirping of crickets in the distance, and the low breathing from the woman beside me.Even the wires that worked tirelessly in my head were loud.I couldn't sleep.Hell, I couldn't even remember the last time I'd had a proper nap.A frown rested between my brows, my breathing even, as I thought back to the man who broke into my house. Into my home.How he'd traced Little Red to the kitchen was still a mystery.I'd been attending to important business in the study, talking with Alaric and Cassiano about the new shipment schedule until midnight.Only when I felt a dull ache at the side of my head did I know I needed a few seconds of shut-eye.I'd left the study, and I heard a faint sound coming from the kitchen. It was so vague.Anyone would've ignored it. I didn't. I've always had a keen ear for hearing distant noises that were
Craving His Captive: The Cartel Heir's Obsession (Book 1) Chapter 82: Weak Barricade
Elodie's POVI climbed into the large, soft bed at once and brought the blanket over my head, hoping to fall asleep before Valiente came out of the bathroom.If I managed to sleep before he came out, he wouldn't do anything to me.My heart thundered against my rib cage as I pressed my eyes closed, willing sleep to come faster than it ever had in my life.I could hear the clock ticking, one second after another, each one tightening my stomach a little more.Soon, I heard the bathroom door open, then close. I shivered, holding the sheet over my head tightly, my fingers curling into the fabric.His footsteps were faint, almost inaudible, like he was deliberately making himself seem mysterious.My breath caught when the bed dipped beside me, followed by a chuckle. "A barricade. Impressive," he whispered, referring to the fence of pillows I'd built down the middle.I rolled my eyes beneath the blanket. He shouldn't blame me. He is not to be trusted.The clean scent of his body wash reached
Craving His Captive: The Cartel Heir's Obsession (Book 1) Chapter 81: What Belongs To Me
Elodie's POVI kept staring at Valiente, like he'd said the most shocking thing known to mankind.A chill ran down my spine when I remembered the way the intruder had me sandwiched between his body and the wall. The way his rough hand traced my skin, and how filthy it made me feel, like something on me would never fully wash off.My stomach turned. I wanted to throw up. I wanted so badly to throw up on Valiente's face.So he commits a crime, and I almost paid for it with my life?Why is that?I pulled away when he tried to take my hand again, my fingers curling instinctively out of his reach. He released a tired and heavy sigh. "What is it now?" He sounded exhausted, almost irritated.He dared not.He had no right to be angry. I was the one who got hurt. The cut on my hand from struggling was proof of that, a thin stinging reminder every time I flexed my fingers."This is your fault..." I whispered, my voice cracking down the middle."No, it's that man's fault," he countered. His face
Craving His Captive: The Cartel Heir's Obsession (Book 1) Chapter 5: A Handsome Devil
Elodie's POV I felt a sharp sting on my skin, followed by a low buzz from the tattoo gun. The needle pierced through the flesh of my lower abdomen, digging deep. Finally reacting, I twisted on the bed. Wrong move. Because she pressed my thighs apart, hard, and a sob tore out of me. I shouldn't l
Craving His Captive: The Cartel Heir's Obsession (Book 1) Chapter 4: The Outside World Forgets
Elodie's POVI stayed frozen, clutching the blanket to my chest. My heart was pounding so fast I thought I’d pass out. The man turned his eyes to me then. For a second, I couldn’t tell if he was another monster or if I’d just been saved by one.He exhaled slowly, rubbing his forehead as if trying
Craving His Captive: The Cartel Heir's Obsession (Book 1) Chapter 3: Gold Tooth & Scarred Face
Elodie's POVI started gently, rubbing my palms over my face, stomach, and hips. I shouldn't be here. I should have never agreed to this trip.I increased the pace, scrubbing my skin, my nails leaving red lines on my body. But that didn't stop me, I went crazy. I started screaming, working faster,
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