LOGINEstella povRalph’s kiss left a cold touch.It only brought dread and desire for it to end immediately.“I can’t..”I said in protest —to his touch.He cursed in a rumble tone,his hands gripping my thighs—.He registered wet kisses on my shoulders and moved downwards ,folding me over the arm of the sofa ,the meat of his palm on the base of my spine as he dragged down my pants and sank to his knees.He held me open and ate me ,tongue lashing at my clit ,as I struggled and shrieked .I flushed hot red.He’s relentless,stronger than me ,single minded and at some point ,the switch inside me-the one that said you can’t stop this ,so you don’t have to fight -flips,and I sidled my legs wider and cant my hips .My mind was screaming, clawing at the bars of my own mental cage, trying to hold onto the terror. But my body was failing me. A treacherous heat spread from where his hands touched my skin, making my heart race not with fear, but with a horrifying, involuntary hunger.In the silence, he
Estella pov I was almost losing my patience when Jaya turned up one morning, with breakfast in tow. I had almost lost hope with her being away .I sat bolt upright in bed . “You’re back” “Good morning Estella and yes I’m back.”she motioned to set the breakfast tray in front of me. I searched her face as she moved close. “How are you?The other maid said you’ve been asking about me tremendously “ Her expression was naked with surprise and a little hint of appreciation . “I just thought something bad had happened to you” She laughed shortly ,shaking her head. “Boss Ralph won’t let any harm come to me except he’s the one doing the harm” “That’s …” “Controlling.I know but Boss Ralph saved my life also,took care of me till I could walk again .I owe him more than my loyalty “Actually she sounded like she owed him her life . I decided mentally to ask about the last part of her statement,but not today. “You never speak much about him” “Drink your tea ,Estella.It’s
Ralph’s pov Inside the living room I sat in,the only light came from the dying embers in the fireplace and the amber glow of the whiskey swirling in the crystal tumbler I drank from.I was a man accustomed to absolute control, a ruthless architect of fear, yet tonight,my empire felt hollow. The stark reality of the basement—the stolen life I had placed there—pressed against my mind with the force of an oncoming storm.I wasn't supposed to feel.I was supposed to break Arman by breaking her. Yet, while drinking alone, the terrifying realization set in: I was falling for my hostage. It started as a simple obsession, a need to possess something untainted by the blood-soaked world I inhabited.I had intended to use her as leverage, a pawn in a brutal game of territorial supremacy. But the "dark romance" was shifting; the cold, granite hardness of my resolve was softening, cracked by her defiance and quiet resilience. As the liquor warmed my throat, the image of her face ,angry, and undeniab
Estella’s pov The transition from the depths of a forced, heavy sleep to the chilling reality of captivity was never gradual; it was a violent rupture. The first sensation was not sound, but smell—a faint, antiseptic tang mixed with the suffocating scent of stale, expensive perfume that clung to the velvet curtains. I was hovering somewhere in the gray zone of a dream, trying to cling to the warmth of sleep, when the sudden, sharp scent of lavender soap alerted me to my presence. A trembling hand touched my shoulder, bringing with it a shock of cold. My eyes snapped open, fighting against the heavy haze .Above me stood a the timid maid , her face pale, her knuckles white as she clasped her hands in front of her crisp white apron. "Miss... Miss, I am sorry," she whispered, her voice barely audible, vibrating with fear. "He—He sent word. It is not time for breakfast." I tried to sit up, but my limbs felt weighted, unresponsive, a lingering effect of the wine I took last night du
One month later: Arman’s pov. I had grown into an alcoholic-it’s been one month since Estella got kidnapped and I was losing my mind.Two weeks since we ordered a bust on the Genovese and it had only made them go MIA. Father had mentioned that they might’ve gotten an Intel and made sure nothing or anybody important was left in the crime scene during prior house to the bust.I didn’t even want to think about Estella being the price for their silence. Every search I made on Ralph turned to a dead end.I thought of Checking overseas,nothing still,no flight tickets ,no restaurant bills that could leak his or Estella’s location. The amber liquid, I drank,usually a balm for a tense day, felt hollow, acting as fuel for the fire of anxiety burning in my chest.My lover—the only fragility in my ruthless existence—was gone, snatched from a world I had promised to protect her from. I stared at the empty, plush chair across from him, imagining her there, perhaps wearing that soft shirt j
Estella’s pov The heavy oak door groaned, a sound muffled by the thick, velvet curtains that shrouded the room in perpetual night.I was jolted from the floor I’d slumped in minutes ago after trying to plead with Jaya few minutes ago ,but all to no avail , my wrists aching from hours of being bound—-courtesy to my erratic response when Ralph had mentioned spending the night with me.As the master of the house entered, bringing the scent of expensive cologne and cold rain. This was the moment I had dreaded, moving from the holding room to the center of his power—the opulent master bedroom. He moved with a quiet, menacing authority, his presence dominating the space. "It’s time," he said, his voice a low, smooth contrast to the terror screaming in my chest. I was forced to walk ahead of him,the plush, white carpet silencing my steps, feeling entirely too soft against my battered feet. The room was massive, designed for luxury that now felt like a gilded cage. A massive king-sized bed,
Arman’s pov I had a sun kiss awake.I stretched wildly and turned to my side,a sudden pang of absence hitting me as I noticed Estella was missing. Or maybe not. I moved quickly ,wearing my trousers in tow . I searched for my phone all to no avail “Estella”I called loudly. “What?she purre
Arman’s pov By the time we got back to our hotel,everyone was worn out from the activities of the day including Estella.I scooped her up in a bridal style as we made a turn to our room,her giggles tearing my ears as I did so. “I’m so sorry about tonight”I conceded in a mumble. “Make love to me
Estella’s pov The drive to the club was a short one . A strict bouncer in a suit stood before a velvety red rope, managing a long line of fashionable patrons.He checked the ID Fabio flashed at him and let us in after giving us an icy stare. The sidewalk was crowded, bustling with people dressed
Estella’s pov I turned to see Arman walked to my side albeit admiring the suite we had booked minutes earlier. The porter that followed behind moved our suitcases to the closet area and made a quiet exit .An expansive 50-square-meter executive suite with a king-sized canopy bed, offering breathtak







