DOMINATED THE IN-LAW{EROTIC SERIES} のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

ROWANNE’S POV.The ride was suffocatingly quiet, except for the soft hum of the car engine. The silence seemed to press against my chest, making it hard to breathe. My head was still pounding with his words from earlier. I couldn’t escape. I felt trapped by the car, by his presence, by everything I couldn’t bring myself to accept.I reached over and rolled the window down. The rush of wind hit me, but instead of relief, it was harsher than I’d anticipated, whipping my hair into my face and stinging my skin. It wasn’t the kind of air that soothed. I blinked hard before rolling the window back up. The quiet returned, heavier this time.My head turned toward him. “I want to go home.”I thought he wouldn’t answer at all, but then a low hum escaped his throat. Without a word, he turned the car around.I leaned back against the headrest, my eyes shutting for what felt like only a moment. When the car finally stopped. My eyes fluttered open and I blinked, looking around, but nothing about t

ROWANNE'S POV.“I couldn’t sleep,” Eli said as he stepped closer. Each of his steps seemed measured, but my heart raced faster with every one of them. “What are you doing out here?”I glanced at the glass of water on the table. “Needed water,” I murmured, my voice quieter than I intended, unable to meet his gaze.But the truth? Water wasn’t the reason I was here. One hour. That’s how long I had spent lying in bed and trying to force my eyes shut, trying to silence the chaos in my head. It was no use. Eli was all I could think about, his voice, his hands, his lips. My mind spiralled, tangled in contradictions I couldn’t untangle. I wanted to confront him about Jett, about the investigation, about his mother putting spies on me. But instead, I found myself in a shameful erotic dream. A dream where his hands roamed my body, where his lips claimed mine, where I woke up breathless and damp with need.And now here he was, standing in front of me, looking at me like he could see every thou

ELI’S POV. I tried to pull away, but her hands stayed firm, her lips locked around me. “Peach?” Almost too late to fight her. “Don’t swallow.” When I finally looked down, trying to catch my breath, I saw Rowanne. Kneeling before me with her cheeks flushed, her lips wet, and her eyes shining with something I couldn’t quite name. She pulled back slightly, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath. To my utter disbelief, she sucked her lower lip into her mouth, her tongue darting out to catch the remnants of me there and her expression turned into one of quiet defiance and satisfaction. Something primal stirred in me, something that made my chest tighten and my pulse race. “Peach, I said don't swallow,” I said, my voice rough with a warning. Her lips curl into a slow, teasing smile, but her eyes are anything but innocent. I reached down, my hand tangling in her hair as I pulled her up to her feet. Rowanne let out a soft gasp and her hands landed on my chest, but I di

ROWANNE’S POV.Eli’s car rolled to a smooth stop in the parking lot of Carter’s Beauty, the branch I managed. My fingers clutched the strap of my bag as I turned to look at him. He was dressed in a sharp three-piece suit, as usual. He always looked like he walked straight out of a magazine, but today, there was something about him that felt even more composed. Dangerous, even.He reached for my hand, bringing it toward his lips. The warmth of his kiss against the back of my hand sent a shiver coursing through me. It was soft and somehow more intimate than anything I could have prepared for. I leaned back against the headrest, staring at him as he held my hand there with his lips brushing lightly against my skin.“Are you worried about Helen?” he asked, his voice calm but probing as his eyes lifted to meet mine, his gaze piercing.Helen. I swallowed hard, my shoulders tensing. My emotions felt like a tangled mess. “Eli… I—maybe.”He let out a soft breath as his lips pressed deeper agai

ROWANNE'S POV.I stood in front of the mirror, clutching the edges of my red silk robe as I stared at the necklace resting on my chest. The fabric of the robe shimmered faintly in the soft light, but the blue pendant stood out like a beacon, its brilliance almost unnatural. It was minimalist, elegant, and yet impossible to ignore like a piece of the ocean plucked and strung around my neck. It should have felt beautiful. It should have made me feel special. But instead, it weighed on me like a chain. Billionaires did extravagant things for their wives' gifts, jewels, and gestures that made headlines. But that was the thing, it was for their wives. I wasn’t Eli’s wife. Not really. Not in the way that mattered. I sighed, my chest tightening as the question I dared not ask myself. What am I to him?The more I thought about it, the more tangled my emotions became. Just as the storm of doubt began to overwhelm me, a loud crash shattered the silence of the mansion. My breath hitched, and