Todos los capítulos de THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

The villa felt like a tomb.The news of the attack had caught everyone off guard and had rattled us even if nobody openly said so.To make matters worse, hearing that Roman, of all people could be responsible for this?Bane didn’t have to tell me or Nathaniel, we would have to make sure that panic does not build within our ranks.Not that I would blame them if it did.Roman was a ruthless monster and after hearing what he did to that poor guard, I would be panicking too.Now was not the time for that. I stood on the balcony of the second floor, watching Nathaniel supervise the installation of a new thermal sensor grid. He looked tired, the poor thing.Then again, we were all tired. Bane was pushing us to the brink, and the worst part was that he was doing it for Amaya.The girl probably had no idea that she was rooted right in the center of a brewing war.We had to find a way to get past this issue as soon as possible. I walked down the hall and saw Nathaniel coming up the stair

The leather of the headrest was cool against the back of my skull. The study was quiet and my fingers found the armrests without looking. Amaya moved into the light without a sound, the hem of her black silk dress whispering just above her knees. Her hair fell forward as she knelt. I didn’t speak and just watched her work. Her thumbs hooked the waistband. The leather of my belt gave a low, dry creak as she worked the buckle, and the sound of the zipper unspooling cut through the quiet. My cock was already swollen, straining against the fabric of my briefs, and when she pulled it free the air hit the tip that was already damp from pre cum. She wrapped her fingers around the tip of my cock and the heat of her palm sent a jolt up my spine. I watched her through half-closed eyes. She lowered her mouth and let her tongue, flat and warm, press against the sensitive underside just below the head. My knuckles went white on the armrests. A low, frayed sound escape

Nathaniel stood near the door, the heavy silence of the dressing suite stretching tightly between us. The playful, romantic lies I had just spun for Rozy felt completely ridiculous now. I even wondered if he had heard of it and I would have cracked a joke but Nathaniel looked way too serious at the moment. "What is it, Nathaniel?" I asked, moving closer to where he stood . "If this is about another security protocol, you can just tell me. I’m already well aware that I’m not allowed to leave the building." He didn't answer immediately. He took a slow, deliberate step toward me, abandoning his usual rigid, soldier-like posture. His eyes scanned my face and I could have sworn there was a raw intensity in his expression. "This isn't about the security detail, Amaya," Nathaniel said, his voice dropping to a quiet, gravelly tone. "Then what is it?" I pressed,. "You're making me nervous. Did something bad happen? Is Bane okay? Is it Regina?” Nathaniel swallowed hard, his hands com

The heels of my boots clicked with a sharp, heavy rhythm against the marble tiles as I made my way down the western corridor. The Calabrian wind was still rattling the high glass windowpanes. It was a constant reminder that a storm was brewing outside, both literally and figuratively. But right now, it wasn't the perimeter sensors or Roman’s next potential strike that was keeping my jaw tightly locked. It was the Amaya. She had walked away from me out on the balcony with a hollow, dead look in her eyes that I didn't like one bit. One minute she was firing off highly dangerous questions about what would happen if she escaped, and the next, she was shutting down entirely. The next minute, she was pulling a heavy curtain over her face and telling me to 'never mind'. She wasn't just acting like a restless captive anymore. Whatever was going on with her, she was now acting like a woman harboring a secret that could blow this entire fortress sky-high. I stopped just outsi

The bedroom had become my entire universe, a box where the minutes bled into hours and hours into days.I sat on the plush velvet chaise by the window, staring out at nothing in particular. I felt completely, utterly torn. On one hand, Nathaniel’s confession haunted the corners of my mind, on the other hand, Regina’s brutal warning echoed louder.A definitive reminder that any attempt to flee would lead to a bloodbath. But the most terrifying fracture inside me wasn't the fear of running. It was the hate.I hated that I actually liked my captor. I hated that despite the chains, despite the walls, Bane’s touch was the only thing that made me feel grounded. A sharp series of knocks rattled the heavy bedroom doors, shattering my thoughts. "Amaya," Nathaniel’s voice called out from the corridor,. "Lord Bane has requested your presence in the formal dining room for dinner.“ I squeezed my eyes shut. The thought of sitting across from Bane, pretending everything was normal while m