All Chapters of Hybrid Desires: Claimed By My Creators' Husband : Chapter 11 - Chapter 16

Esmeralda's POVI stared at the screen, my breath hitching in my throat. Gabriel was in a concrete room, it looked like a basement. Similar to the same basement I was created, but still different. They were no tools, no machines. It was just empty."Like what you see, girl?"Mr Rick's voice was a low vibration that seemed to rattle through my bones. He was sitting in his high backed leather chair, watching me with a dark, intense hunger that made my skin prickle. He said he wasn't done with me yet, I mean I liked it but something told me he intended something far much worse for me and it had to do with Gabriel."Why?" I managed to whisper, my voice trembling. "He didn't do anything to you, why did you beat him so bad?""He dared to look at you," Rick hissed, standing up with a grace only a predator could carry. He closed the distance between us, looming over me, his presence was suffocating. "He dared to look at you with kindness and pleasure. Something I would never do. And for that,

Esme's POV The air in my room was like a physical weight, thick with the scent of expensive tobacco and the cold, metallic tang of Rick’s authority. He stood there, a shadow against the moonlight, watching me with those eyes that always looked at me like I was a broken clock he couldn't quite figure out how to fix. My sapphire scales were humming, a low voltage vibration beneath my skin that only happened when my pulse started to climb.I didn't cower or shake like the previous night. I wasn't going to be damsel in distress anymore.I would be the damsel that caused the distress.I walked toward him, the silk of my gown whispering against my thighs. I stopped so close I could feel the heat radiating off his chest, the stiff fabric of his military crisp shirt a taunt against my bare shoulders."You are staring, Rick," I whispered, my voice sounding smoother than it should.He didn't move, but his breath hitched, a tiny, jagged sound in the dark.I leaned in, my lips brushing the shel

Esme's POV The sun was dipping low over the villa, turning the pool into a shining sheet of gold. I was lounging on a teak chair, my silk robe hanging open just enough to let the cooling air hit my skin. Allison and Lilly were there, supposedly to bond with me, but I could smell the fake sincerity on them like cheap perfume.Allison was leaning against a pillar, her short black hair slicked back and her sharp jawline tight. She looked like she wanted to be the hero of a story I wasn't interested in playing, the so-called perfect studs I had seen in movies.Lilly sat on the edge of the pool, kicking her feet in the water, looking so sweet it made my stomach turn. They talked to me like I was a lonely child, offering me snacks and asking about my favorite colors, acting like they weren't paid by my mother to be friends with me. I may not be human but I knew damn well that was totally messed up."You are really beautiful, Esme," Lilly whispered, her big eyes wide with that wide eyed inn