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Chapter 61 -Like you
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2026-03-26 14:50:35
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His velvet obsession Chapter 61 -Like you
Astrid’s POV The chime of the electronic lock didn't sound like a threat this morning. It sounded like a symphony. I was already standing by the door, dressed in a pair of soft black leggings and a cropped tank top, my heart hammering against my ribs. When the door swung open, I didn't see the shadow of the Reaper. I saw Ava, leaning against the doorframe with a look that was remarkably less lethal than usual. "Xavier says you can go out now," she said, her voice dry. My breath hitched. "You mean... out? Out of the gate? To the street?" I asked, my voice rising in a frantic, hopeful pitch. I could almost taste smog, and God, even the smog sounded better than this filtered, expensive air. Ava gave me a flat look, the kind you give a puppy that thinks it’s going for a walk but is actually going to the vet. "No, princess. Just inside the penthouse. The lockdown on your bedroom is lifted, but the front gates are still a 'no-g
His velvet obsession Chapter 60- 🔞
Rated 🔞 Xavier’s POV The steering wheel of the Cullinan groaned under the white-knuckled pressure of my grip. My chest felt like it had been hollowed out, filled with a volatile mix of residual adrenaline and a dark, suffocating need for quiet. I reached for my phone, the screen illuminating my face with a cold, ghostly pallor. I hit the speed dial for the one person I trusted to hold the line while I was wading through the wreckage of my own making. Ava picked up on the first ring. She didn't say a word; she knew better than to offer platitudes when the air around me was still thick with the scent of a fresh kill. "Let her out of her room tomorrow," I commanded, my voice sounding like gravel grinding against steel. "Let her roam the penthouse. But Ava—if she so much as breathes on the latch of that front gate, if she goes missing for even a second... you’re dead. Do you understand me?" I didn't wait for her to confirm. I didn't want to hear her voice. I ended the call and to
His velvet obsession Chapter 59- The ledger Blood
Xavier’s POVThe basement of the industrial warehouse in East London didn't smell like the penthouse. There was no scent of expensive scotch or cedarwood here. It smelled of stagnant water, rusted iron, and the sharp, acidic tang of terror.I stood in the shadows, my coat draped over my shoulders like a shroud. I hadn't slept in four days. My eyes were gritty, my jaw tight enough to snap bone, and my soul felt like it had been scraped raw.In the center of the concrete floor, Robert—the man I had trusted to run my Australian interests for five years—was stripped of his dignity and his clothes. He was trembling so violently that his knees knocked together, the sound echoing in the high-ceilinged room. Surrounding him were twelve of my most elite Bratva enforcers, their faces carved from stone, their silenced submachine guns held with casual, lethal familiarity.I stepped forward, the light from the single overhead bulb catching the sharp edge of my silhouette."Please... Don Xavi
His velvet obsession Chapter 58
Astrid’s POV Seven days. One hundred and sixty-eight hours of staring at the same four walls, the same high-end furniture, and the same flickering red eye of the CCTV camera that I’d grown to loathe more than my own reflection. Xavier was gone. He hadn't come back after the "spicy pasta" incident. I’d expected him to burst through the door that night to deliver the "consequences" he’d promised in that terrifyingly sweet voice of his. I’d braced myself for the training, the pinning, the intense gaze that always made my blood turn into liquid fire. But instead? Nothing. Just the mechanical click of the lock three times a day when Ava brought my meals. "Where is he, Ava?" I asked on day four, stabbing a piece of grilled salmon with more or less murderous intent. "Business trip," Ava replied, her face a mask of professional indifference. She didn't even look at me as she checked the perimeter sensor
His velvet obsession Chapter 57- The Aftermath of the call
Astrid’s POVI tossed the burner phone onto the duvet and collapsed back against the pillows, my heart performing a frantic tap-dance against my ribs. I couldn't believe I’d actually done it. I had called the Reaper of London—the man who currently had me under house arrest—and called him a neanderthal in front of his precious board members."Take that, you bossy monster," I whispered to the empty room, though my hands were shaking.The silence that followed wasn't peaceful; it was charged. I knew Xavier. He was probably vibrating with a mix of lethal embarrassment and possessive fury right now. But the way his voice had softened at the end—that low, sugary growl that promised 'consequences'—made a heat bloom in my stomach that had nothing to do with hunger.I reached for the bar of vintage dark chocolate I’d liberated from his secret stash behind The History of the Byzantine Empire. It was rich, bitter, and tasted like victory.If I’m going to be a captive, I’m going to be a well-fed,
His velvet obsession Chapter 56-NEANDERTHAL
Xavier’s POV The atmosphere in the boardroom was stifling, thick with the scent of expensive cologne and the static of high-stakes anxiety. Twenty of the most powerful executives in the hemisphere sat around the mahogany table, their eyes fixed on the digital projections shimmering against the wall. These were men who moved markets with a whisper, yet they sat in my presence as if they were waiting for a death sentence. I adjusted my cufflinks, my expression a mask of bored lethality. "The shipping lanes in the Adriatic are non-negotiable," I stated, my voice cutting through the room like a piano wire. "If the syndicate wants a piece of the Mediterranean, they pay the tax. Or they find their vessels at the bottom of the trench." A nervous cough rippled through the left side of the table. I didn't care. My mind was partially elsewhere—specifically, thirty floors up in the penthouse. Before coming do
His velvet obsession Chapter 14 - she's a debt.
Xavier's pov The metallic tang of blood in my mouth was the only thing keeping me grounded. Every breath felt like a serrated blade in my chest broken ribs, definitely but the pain was secondary. It was a distraction. A static hum in the background of a much louder symphony:
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Astrid pov I didn't give him the chance to see me coming. I didn't scream, and I didn't hesitate. As he turned his head to shout an order to the men in the hallway, I drove the jagged, broken end of the screwdriver into the meat of his thigh. He let out a sound that wasn't human a s
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Astrid pov I didn't move. I couldn't. The screwdriver was a heavy, cold weight against my palm, hidden in the folds of my lavender sweater. I stared at the dark smudge on Xavier’s forehead—it was blood, I was sure of it now. It stood out against his pale skin like a brand."I said mov
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