All Chapters of Trapped Between Two Alpha Captains: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

ELI..The clatter of the cutlery from the nearby table, the low murmurs from the waiter, all blurred into a dull ringing inside my ears.My father tilted his head. “Do you remember the day I took you to that brothel?”I let out a bitter laugh—a failed attempt to stop the memory from resurfacing.But it came either way, and every muscle in my body locked.“How could I forget?” My teeth ground against each other. “You sold me.”“Borrow,” he said, “it’s the twenty-first century, they don’t sell people anymore .”My brows remained in that tight furrow.“I was looking for a way out.” He leaned back into the chair. “And that’s when I met your little hero.”“John?” I asked, “You met John before that day?” A searing chill settled in my stomach.“He introduced himself as your classmate.” A corner of his lips pulled, forming a slant smile. “He said he heard from you that I was a gambler and drunkard…and I was drowning in debt…”My gaze still held him. Like if I looked away, he might hit me.

ZANE..The flight from Michigan to Santorini lasted a little over thirteen hours. During those thirteen Eli spoke only three times.Water. No, I’m not hungry. Thank you.When he wasn’t awake, he slept curled, tucking his knees closer to his chest. And whenever I saw him lie like that, I wondered if the ache in his chest was so heavy he needed to rest against his knees.His eyes, the redness hadn’t left them, nor had the puffiness.Comforting people had never been my strong suit, so I had no idea how to handle this.Outside the windows, the city drifted past us. The white buildings climbing the hillside bathed beneath the sunlight, their balconies adorned with flowers.Months ago, I had thought about taking him for my next vacation. I’d pictured the spark in those brown eyes of his. The last time we traveled, he was radiating with excitement.Now, he just sat, head pressed against the window, staring at the city like he was immune to its beauty.When we arrived at our place of stay

ELI . . The running water stopped, plunging the room into an unnatural silence. One that stretched long enough to make my skin turn cold. Then the shower came alive, water striking the tiles louder than before. He didn’t come out. Not when the phone rang a second time. A few seconds later, the bathroom swung open, and Zane appeared. Without a word, he trod towards the table, letting his gaze land on his phone. His phone screen lit up, the ringing tone once again filling the room. For a split second, something cold flickered across his eyes, his jaw tensing. His towel hung low around his waist, droplets of water clinging to his skin before slipping down the line of his chest and stomach. His damp hair, now darker from water slicked back. I stared at him, waiting for him to give me even a peek of what’s in his mind, but he kept his lips pressed tight. Instead when the phone rang to a stop, he dropped it back down on the table and cleared his throat. “Let’s ge

Eli..“If it hurts, let me know,” Zane said before thrusting his finger in again.Another thick moan bellowed out of me.Zane pulled his finger all the way back to my entrance, heaving barely an inch inside of me, before ramming it all back in.Then he did it again, his fingers sliding over my prostrate, my pulse skipped.Replacing his fingers with his mouth, he resumed eating me out, drenching my hole with saliva.Every flick…every twirl his tongue made around my hole felt so good it made my eyes flutter shut for the briefest of moments.When I felt so slick down there, he pulled away and inserted two fingers back inside.My hungry hole clenched around him.“If you can’t take this much,” Zane began, “there’s no way you’re taking my dick.”He was right. Just two fingers and I was already feeling full.My breath hitched when he added another digit inside me.“Damn,” I hissed, pleasures and pain intertwining in my veins. Like he had crammed every inch of my inside, he immediately fo

ZANE..No matter the weather or season, the air in my father’s study always felt cold, devoid of warmth.I sat across from his L-shaped executive desk, stretching before us.“You’re done with your exams, Right?” My father asked, voice flat. “Why didn’t you pick your calls?”“I was in my rut,” I said, keeping my shoulders relaxed as best I could.“I see,” he said without doubting a word.After an exhale, he pulled open one of the drawers of his desk, took out a file, and tossed it before me.“It’s the script I had prepared for you,” he said.My brows pulled together. “Script?” I stared at him, and then at the file before picking it up.“I’ll send the divorce papers over to your mother before the weeks run out,” My father continued speaking. “There’s going to be an outrage. So you need to follow that script.”I nodded, skipping through the pages, all the words meaningless. “You think fifty pages are enough to look rebellious?” I dropped it back on the table.“Another would be provid