บททั้งหมดของ 90 Days With Don Cortez As His Submissive : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Arlari’s POVSleep came easily. Smooth.It dragged me under without warning, pulling me back into that familiar dark place my mind never forgets. The same room. The same smell. The same helpless waiting. I was small again. Too small to understand. Too small to understand why blood could keep spilling and spilling and still not be enough.I heard the doctors. I heard the panic. I heard my mother’s breathing change. I felt the fear before I understood death. I screamed.My body jolted awake violently. My throat burned from the sound that tore out of me. My chest heaved as if I had been running for miles. My hands flew to my mouth, teeth sinking into my nails before I could stop myself. My legs pulled in tight, my nails scratching hard into my thighs, dragging lines that stung, grounding me in pain because pain was better than memory.I was shaking. Badly.Before I could curl in fully, arms wrapped around me. Strong. Firm. Unmoving. I fought for half a second out of instinct, breath com

Arlari’s POVThe next morning felt strange after the night in his room. Not heavy. Not sharp. Just different.I woke to silence again, but this time it did not frighten me. The quiet felt settled, intentional. The headache was still there, dull and pulsing behind my eyes, but it no longer ruled me the way it had the night before. I lay still for a moment, staring at the ceiling, letting my breathing even out, listening to the house breathe around me.Soft steps somewhere far down the hall. A door opening and closing. Low voices murmuring, too distant to understand. Life continued without asking if I was ready to join it.I sat up slowly, careful not to move too fast. The bed was wide. Too wide for one person. His scent lingered, clean and sharp and controlled, like everything else about him. It wrapped around me without effort, settling into my chest and tightening something I didn’t want to examine too closely. I inhaled once, then forced myself to stop.I reminded myself where I was

Arlari's POVThe headache came back without warning.At first, it was only a dull pressure, sitting low behind my eyes. I ignored it.Pain was inconvenient, not dangerous. Feelings were worse. Pain could be measured.I adjusted the screen brightness and continued working.The code blurred slightly, but I told myself it was fatigue. Lack of sleep for the past few hours. Besides, I was supposed to be home recovering. Nothing new. I rerouted a process, corrected a timing loop, and kept my focus sharp. Logic still made sense. Numbers still obeyed.My temples throbbed.I pressed my fingers against the side of my head and breathed slowly. The room felt warmer than before. Or maybe the lights were louder. That made no sense, but my body was not interested in sense right now.I straightened when the door opened.I did not hear footsteps. I felt the shift. The air changed. A familiar presence settled behind me like a shadow with weight.Severiano.I did not turn around.“You slowed,” he said.

Arlari’s POVLater that night, the summons came.It was not spoken. It never was. A short message on my phone. One word.“Come”There was no explanation, there never is.My chest tightened as I stood up. I already knew where he would be. He always chose that place when he wanted obedience and something more.I adjusted my clothes, my posture, and my breathing. I had to gather control, even when I knew I would lose it.I walked in and stopped where I was meant to stop. He was already there. Jacket gone, sleeves rolled up.Severiano did not tell me to kneel. He didn’t have to. My body responded before my thoughts did, lowering itself with a familiarity that made heat crawl up my spine. Submission was not a weakness here. It was awareness.“Stand up and look at me,” he said.I rose and lifted my head.His gaze settled on me slowly, deliberately. Like he was deciding which part of me to dismantle first.“You’ve been distracted today,” he said.“I completed all my tasks,” I replied.“Tha

Arlari's POVSlowly, I peeled off my night robe, and the cold air hit my skin. His eyes skimmed over me, not angrily, not lustfully. But with anticipation, like he was taking note of the part of my body that required the most discipline. His eyes lingered briefly on my scars, before moving back up to meet mine.“Step in front of the bar," he ordered, his voice dripping with an unmistakable authority.I didn't argue, this was not the time to do that. I moved and stood between the two poles of the red square iron bar, the dim lights glittering on the chains that hung from it. It looked like it was rooted deep into the floor because of its sturdiness.He stepped closer. “You've got nerves," he roared, circling me like a predator assessing its prey.My heart sank, my breath heavy.Finally, he stopped behind me. Too close that his body brushed against my bare body, the heat rolling off him enveloped me. He stepped closer, his body pressing slightly firmer against mine. But I couldn't feel