Todos los capítulos de CAPTIVE SINS: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

The warehouse was silent except for the sound of his footsteps. Each step echoed like a death knell through the darkness, and every man inside knew it.Dimitri Volkov walked into the organization like he owned it. Because soon enough, he would.He was tall, maybe six feet three, with the kind of presence that made powerful men feel small. His dark hair was slicked back, revealing a sharp jawline covered in carefully groomed stubble. His eyes were the color of ice, cold and calculating, the eyes of someone who had seen death and decided it was his to distribute. He wore an all-black suit that probably cost more than most people's cars, and his movements were fluid, graceful, like a predator moving through territory he knew belonged to him.His hands were in his pockets. Relaxed. Unconcerned. That was the most terrifying thing about him. A man who could walk into enemy territory with his hands in his pockets was a man who had nothing to fear.Dimitri Volkov feared nothing.His men follo

Five o'clock in the morning was Dimitri's time.He woke without an alarm, his body trained over decades to rise at the same hour every single day. His bathroom was already prepared by one of his staff members. The water was the perfect temperature, the marble gleaming under the soft lighting. He spent forty minutes in the shower, letting the water cascade over his muscled body. He washed his hands three times. In his line of work, you could never be too clean.By five forty-five, he was dressed in a custom-tailored navy suit that probably cost more than most people's monthly salary. The fabric was imported from Italy. The cut was perfect. Everything about Dimitri had to be perfect.Alexei appeared as Dimitri was adjusting his cufflinks in the mirror, holding out a ringing phone."It's the arrangements team," Alexei said.Dimitri took the phone and pressed it to his ear as he made his way toward the dining room. His breakfast was already laid out, prepared by a chef who had trained in

Natasha was led upstairs by the maids, and as she walked through the penthouse, she couldn't help but notice the sheer size of it. The ceilings were impossibly high. The windows overlooked the entire city. The furniture looked like it belonged in museums. Who the hell wasted money on a place like this? Who needed a space this massive?She had no choice though. She just followed the maids silently.The room they brought her to was nothing like the basement. It was a bedroom, and it was distinctly feminine. The walls were painted a soft cream color with gold accents. The bed was massive, a four-poster king with cream silk sheets and velvet throws. The furniture was delicate and elegant, clearly expensive. There were paintings on the walls of abstract art in soft pastels. A chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting warm light across the space. There was a reading nook by the window with comfortable chairs and shelves filled with books. Soft area rugs covered the marble floors. Everything

"How could you do that?" Natasha asked as soon as they reached home. Her voice was shaking with anger and adrenaline.Dimitri acted as if nothing had happened at the function. He was on his phone immediately, his voice cold and commanding."Make sure they regret what they did," he told the caller. She knew he was talking about the men at the function. Their fate was already sealed.He looked at her. "I reminded you. No one touches my property."She rolled her eyes. "I was never your property. And you didn't have to go as far as injuring that man. You stabbed him, Dimitri. You stabbed him in front of hundreds of people."He stared at her with an intensity that made her want to scream.The maids were panicking and shocked at her audacity, at how she was talking to their boss. It was really surprising. He was never really angry at her. He was never mindful of what she was saying, of the disrespect she was throwing at him. Since she'd arrived, she'd talked back to him repeatedly, and he'd

A day had passed since Dimitri left.Natasha was on her bed, staring at the phone he'd given her. It was clean and sharp, brand new, and there was only one contact stored in it. His name. Just his name.She'd taken tons of pictures with it, even though there was nothing particularly interesting to photograph. It had been such a long time since she'd held a phone. Such a long time since she'd felt connected to anything outside these walls.She checked the phone constantly. Maybe a message from him. Maybe a call. She hated that she was waiting for his contact. She hated that she was bored enough to actually want to hear from him.She'd tried making friends with one of the maids who seemed to be around her age, but they were all too careful. Too mindful. They didn't want to risk their jobs by getting close to her. By being friendly to the captive girl in the penthouse.She sighed. This was a cage. And she couldn't even try to escape because his men were everywhere. Outside the house. In