All Chapters of His Princess, Not His Blood : Chapter 11 - Chapter 14

“You are mine, Ella. Understand that.” His voice was a low growl, a promise and a threat. He didn’t wait for an answer, his mouth descending again, this time trailing down her jaw, tasting the faint salt of her tears. He reached her bruised cheek, his lips brushing over the tender skin, a bizarre combination of apology and assertion.His hands moved, deftly unbuttoning her blouse, his fingers brushing against her skin, sending goosebumps dancing across her flesh. She shivered, a mix of fear and arousal. He pushed the fabric from her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a silken heap. Her bra followed, and her breasts, heavy and sensitive, spilled into his waiting palms. He cupped them, his thumbs circling her nipples, which instantly hardened into tight peaks.“Beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire, a stark contrast to the harsh words of the previous night. He lowered his head, his mouth closing over one engorged nipple, suckling deeply. A gasp escaped her

A harsh laugh, devoid of humor, echoed in the confined space. “Where you belong, princess. For now.”A hand, large and calloused, brushed against her cheek, a touch that made her skin crawl. She flinched away, a desperate, futile movement.“Don’t touch me.” Her voice, though still weak, held a surprising edge of defiance.“Feisty, ain’t she?” the gruff voice mused. “James sure picked a spirited one.”James. The name, a cold shard of ice, pierced through the fog of her disorientation. This wasn’t random. This was connected to him. Her affair, the dangerous game she played, had finally caught up to her. The realization settled in her gut, a heavy, sickening weight.“What do you want?” She forced the words out, her breath catching.“That’s for the boss to say,” the higher voice retorted. “You just sit tight.”Days bled into each other, marked only by the shifting shadows beneath her blindfold and the sporadic appearances of her captors. Food, bland and unappetizing, was shoved i