All Chapters of Broken Then Desired : Chapter 21 - Chapter 26

I pushed the door open slowly. Victor’s room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of the evening sun filtering through the heavy curtains. He stood by the window, his back to me, the lines of his shoulders tense even in the low light. “You wanted to see me?” I said, my voice quieter than I intended. He turned, his eyes dark and unreadable. “Close the door.” I did, the click of the latch sounding final in the quiet room. He didn’t move from his spot, just watched me, his gaze a physical weight. “The school called,” he stated, his voice low. “I figured they would.” “They told me you were suspended. That you assaulted another student.” “She deserved it,” I said, lifting my chin. I wouldn’t apologize. A slow, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips. It wasn’t a friendly look. It was predatory. “I know. I had the entire incident investigated. The girl is a bully. Her family is… insignificant.” He took a step toward me. Then another. The space between us, which had felt so large,

Victor's POVThe door clicked shut behind her. The sound echoed in the sudden silence of my room.I stood frozen in the middle of the space that had always been my sanctuary, my fortress. Now it felt different. The air was different. It still carried her scent , that fresh, flower, like smell that was entirely her own. My hands wouldn't stop trembling. I stared at them, these hands that had just held her, touched her, and I curled them into tight fists until my knuckles turned white.What in God's name had I just done?My body remembered everything. The memory of her body pressed against mine was burned into my skin. So small, so warm, so alive beneath my hands. My lips still tingled with the taste of her , young, sweet, intoxicating. She hadn't just allowed the kiss; she had met it with a fire that shocked me, that called to something deep and dangerous within me.She was supposed to be just a girl. The broken thing I'd fished out of the river. I gave her a name, a purpose, a roof ov

Scarlett's POV I sat frozen in my car. My hands were stuck to the steering wheel. I could not move them. My whole body felt like ice. Through the front window, I watched Victor. He got out of his big black car. He did not look at me. His eyes were looking at something behind my car. In his hand, he held a gun. It was black and scary. He walked slowly to the front of my car. He stood right near my window. My heart beat so fast. It was like a drum in my chest. I thought he was angry about last night. I thought he came to punish me for the kiss. I had to get out. I had to run. I moved my shaking hand. I reached for the door handle. I pulled it. Nothing happened. I looked down. The little lock was down. I did not lock it. I never lock my doors when I drive. I tried again. I pulled the handle hard. Click. A soft sound came from all the doors. They all locked at the same time. I did not touch the lock button. He had locked me in with some special thing in his car. I was trapped.