Todos los capítulos de Savage Love: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 28

The house was too quiet.Not empty, never that, but controlled. Every sound felt deliberate, from the soft click of the door closing behind me to the muted hum of distant security systems I couldn’t see but knew existed. Zane’s world didn’t believe in accidents. Everything had a purpose. A perimeter. A reason.I stepped further inside, my heels sinking into plush flooring that whispered beneath my feet. The interior was all glass, steel, and shadows softened by warm lighting. Expensive without being loud. Powerful without trying to impress.Just like him.“You’re tense,” Zane said behind me.I hadn’t realized he was that close.I turned slowly. He’d removed his jacket, the crisp white shirt beneath clinging slightly to his frame, sleeves still rolled up. The man looked like temptation dressed as authority. Calm. Composed. Dangerous in the quietest way.“Anyone would be,” I replied. “You brought me to your house without warning.”“I gave you a choice.”“You cornered me with facts,” I s

I woke up warm.That was the first thing I noticed.Not just physically, though Zane’s body was solid behind me, his arm draped possessively across my waist, but warm in a deeper, quieter way. The kind that settles into your chest and makes you feel… certain.For a moment, I didn’t move.I listened.The steady rhythm of his breathing. The faint hum of the house waking up around us. The filtered morning light slipping through the curtains, turning everything soft and unreal, like I was still halfway inside a dream.But it wasn’t a dream.Last night had happened.Every kiss. Every whispered truth. Every line we crossed knowing we’d never uncross it again.I shifted slightly, careful not to wake him, and stared at the ceiling.And that was when it hit me.Not panic.Not regret.Conviction.Clear, sharp, unwavering.I didn’t want a piece of Zane Wilde.I wanted all of him.The thought didn’t scare me. It didn’t even surprise me. It settled into place like it had been waiting there all alo

I didn’t move.Not at first.The moment I reached the top of the stairs, I should have gone straight into the bedroom like he told me to.But something rooted me there.Maybe it was instinct.Maybe it was fear.Or maybe it was the quiet, creeping realization that if I walked away now, I would be choosing ignorance.And I wasn’t ignorant.I stood just out of sight, back pressed lightly against the hallway wall, suitcase beside me, breath shallow.Below me, their voices resumed — lower than before.Controlled.But not careful enough.“…didn’t know he had a weakness.”“She’s not a weakness.”“That’s what they all say.”A glass clinked.A chair scraped.“She saw the table.”“So?”“So now she knows this isn’t boardroom money.”A pulse thudded hard in my throat.Boardroom money.I swallowed.Another voice — deeper, older — spoke up.“Does she know about the docks?”My blood went cold.The docks.Shipment’s clean. Dock cleared. Three routes, not two.The coded language suddenly didn’t feel a

The air between us felt like it could combust.There was no more space left to misunderstand each other. No more careful steps. No more pretending this was accidental.Zane’s hands framed my face as he kissed me again — slower now, but no less consuming. His mouth moved with intention, with hunger that had been restrained for too long. It wasn’t reckless. It was deliberate.And that made it more dangerous.My fingers slid into his hair, tugging gently, needing something solid to anchor myself to. He made a low sound in response — not loud, not crude — just a quiet admission that he felt this too.He pulled back just enough to look at me.Really look at me.His eyes were darker than I’d ever seen them.“You’re sure?” he asked, voice rougher now.I knew what he meant.Not just about this moment.About everything.About staying.About choosing him.About stepping fully into whatever world he was building around me.My heart was racing, but my voice didn’t waver.“Yes.”Something in his e