Semua Bab Filthy Vows: My Guardian’s Obsession: Bab 21 - Bab 30

He stepped away from her as if the conversation had never happened, as if the heat in his voice and the weight of her challenge had not coiled tight between them like a wire waiting to snap. Victor crossed the room without speaking, his shoes soundless against the marble, his glass still half-full in one hand. She did not stop him. She did not follow. Not yet.The door to the playroom creaked open.He disappeared inside.She stood alone in the dim light of the living room, her chest rising and falling in a rhythm she could no longer regulate. The apartment held the kind of quiet that only came before something irreversible. She waited for the click of the door to close, for the lock to turn, for the sound that would tell her he had gone in without her. But it never came. The door stayed open.An invitation. Or a warning.Ivy didn’t hesitate. Not because she was obedient. Not because she wanted to surrender. But because she knew exactly wh

The morning came without softness. Victor was gone again. The sheets were cold, the room still, and the scent of him had already started to fade. Ivy stared at the ceiling for a few seconds after waking, listening for movement in the hallway. Nothing. Her body ached in all the places he had held her last night, but he hadn’t stayed long enough to offer warmth. He had taken what he wanted and left without a sound.She got up slowly, walked to the bathroom, and turned the tap on cold. The shock of the water against her skin cleared the last of the sleep from her eyes. She didn’t want to think about what last night had meant. She didn’t want to stand here and relive the way he had broken her with silence, then claimed her without a word.This was not the morning for that.She had a meeting in two hours. A major pitch. Paris.She dressed deliberately. Nothing soft. Navy suit. White blouse. Low heels. Her hair pulled back into a sleek knot. She skipped breakfast. Her stomach didn’t feel se

Ivy did not ask for permission.She stood in front of the glass wall in her temporary office, her eyes locked on the city beyond the window, the contract still warm in her hand. The ink on the signature page had not dried when she let the door close behind the client. She hadn’t paused to review it with Cal. She hadn’t texted Sonia. She hadn’t called Victor. She had simply looked at the numbers, considered the risk, and said yes.And it had worked.She heard the door click gently behind her as the account team filed out, their words full of surprise and polite praise. One of the analysts had looked at her like she had done something reckless. Another had muttered something under his breath, but even he had not argued. Because the client had smiled. Because the client had signed. Because she had trusted her instincts and those instincts had delivered.The room was quiet now. The only sound was the distant hum of the floor below and the dull murmur

Ivy lay on the bed with her legs tangled in the sheets and her heart still pounding in her chest. The air in the room was heavy with the scent of him. Her body ached in the places he had gripped, bitten, marked. Her wrists were sore from how he had held them down. Her lips were raw from where he had kissed her too hard. She hadn’t said no. She hadn’t wanted to. The truth was, she had needed it that way. She had needed to feel every part of him pressed into her. She had needed to feel the bruises later and remember how it had felt to give in fully, even when she had not felt safe inside her own heart.The sex had not been slow. It had not been soft. He had taken her with the kind of focus that made her forget what it felt like to be separate from him. He had not paused for her sighs. He had not kissed her for comfort. He had held her open, filled her, and fucked her until her moans broke apart into sobs she had tried to silence with her own hand. He had pushed it aside. He had told her

The dress arrived without explanation. There was no message from him, no call, no note slipped under her door or left on her pillow. It appeared while she was in the shower, hanging from the brass hook outside her closet like a decision she had already made. She noticed it as the steam curled past her, her towel clutched beneath her arms, droplets of water running in quiet lines down her back.She stared at it for several seconds without moving. The black garment bag bore no designer logo, no receipt folded neatly at the bottom, no name to trace its arrival. It spoke in silence, not absence. It was deliberate. It was intentional. It was his way of speaking without words. She didn’t need a signature to know where it came from. No one else chose her clothes without asking. No one else told her where to be without saying it aloud.She reached for the zipper and slid it down slowly, as if opening a secret he had meant for her alone.Inside was a dress unlike a