جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 270

A/N: Hey lovelies, it's fixed. Thanks for your patience.🙌😘Elena's Point Of ViewThe heavy, metallic clicks of the restraints unlocking felt like a sudden rush of blood returning to my numbed wrists. I couldn't see a single thing behind the black silk blindfold, but the instant my arms dropped, they felt impossibly heavy, tingling from being suspended for so long. The sensation was both relief and discomfort intertwined, a strange mixture of freedom and vulnerability that left me breathless. I didn't even have a second to rub the friction marks on my skin before his massive, rough hands clamped onto my waist, lifting me completely off the mahogany table. My feet hit the cold floorboards, my knees instantly buckling from the residual tremors still racking my thighs. The weakness in my legs was a testament to everything he'd already done to me, a physical reminder of how thoroughly he'd unraveled me. I would have collapsed right there on the wood, but Jaxx caught me against his solid

Elena's Point Of ViewA loud, shattering scream tore from my lungs as my body convulsed on the mahogany table. The release hit me with such violence it felt like a waterfall cascading through every nerve, my core contracting and squirting so forcefully that fluid splashed against the dark wood, soaking the surface beneath my trapped hips. My chest heaved, every muscle locked tight in the aftershocks of a climax that felt like it was ripping my mind from my skull.The intensity was beyond anything I'd ever experienced, a pleasure so acute it bordered on pain. I was shaking, crying, completely undone. The world had narrowed to nothing but sensation… pure, overwhelming, devastating pleasure that consumed every thought, every breath. I had never felt so utterly vulnerable, so completely exposed, yet somehow safe in that exposure. In this moment of absolute surrender, I felt more myself than I ever had. Through the heavy haze of my panting, I felt his large, warm hand cup my face with une

Graham's Point Of ViewI stood there, the cold marble floor beneath my bare feet feeling like solid ice, completely frozen under the absolute weight of my father's lethal glare. My tongue felt like lead in my mouth. My mind spun so fast… processing the red flashing banners on the TV screen and the sheer disaster of our tanking stock, that I couldn't even form a coherent sentence. Each thought collided with the next, creating a cacophony of panic I couldn't silence.Sweat beaded at my temples despite the chill seeping through my soles. The contrast between the cold beneath and the heat of my rising panic created a dizzying dissonance that threatened to overwhelm me. "Graham!" my father roared, his quiet restraint finally snapping as he took another aggressive step into my space, his chest practically hitting mine. The scent of his cologne… expensive, overpowering, filled my nostrils. I could feel the heat radiating off him, his fury a palpable force that seemed to press against my ski

Graham's Point Of ViewI stared at the empty doorway long after my mother's perfume had dissolved into the stale, suffocating air of the living room. The scent of her signature Chanel had lingered like an accusation before fading completely, leaving behind only the ghost of her presence. Her heels had stopped clicking down the hall, but the violent edge in her voice kept bouncing around inside my skull, relentless and sharp, each word a fresh wound.Find Elena. Drag her out. Make her talk to that nutjob. "Right. Because finding a girl who vanished off the face of the earth with a lethal, billionaire psychopath is just that easy," I muttered under my breath, my voice thick with a bitter, hollow laugh that tasted like ash in my mouth. The sarcasm felt weak, a pathetic shield against the reality crushing down on me. How on earth was I supposed to get Elena to talk to me? The question gnawed at me, exposing the raw helplessness beneath my anger. I didn't even know what city she was in,

Elena's Point Of View I stared up at him, my breath catching as his thumb traced the edge of my jaw with deliberate slowness. The sheer weight of what he was implying made the room tilt beneath me. On the television screen behind him, red banners flashed in frantic succession while a news anchor spoke over live footage of Sinclair Global employees streaming out of the corporate headquarters, clutching cardboard boxes to their chests like life rafts. Some of them looked shell-shocked, faces pale and drawn. Others appeared angry, gesturing wildly as they spoke into their phones. The scene looked like the apocalypse for Graham's world, yet Jaxx sat here with the casual satisfaction of someone who'd just ordered his morning coffee exactly right. "Come on, Jaxx. Don't play with me right now," I said, my voice dropping into a low, breathless plea that I barely recognized as my own. My heart hammered against my ribs, each beat a question I desperately needed answered. I reached up, my