Semua Bab The Don’s Dangerous Addiction: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Dominic did not offer an immediate response. He executed a lateral shift, retrieving the champagne flute directly from Avery's fingers. Their skin brushed briefly during the transition, a sharp point of contact that registered against her hand."Because you possess an exceptional memory," he murmured, tilting his head fractionally as he brought the crystal rim to his lips. "And... you read minds."Avery met his grey eyes, a sudden heat flashing over her ears. She suppressed the discomfort of being parsed so easily, choosing to clamp her lips shut with a freezing detachment. A bitter realization set in—her entire psychological framework was nothing more than a convenient clinical instrument to this man, a useful tool in his ongoing campaign to liquidate the remnants of the White Oak network. It was merely efficient.In the distance, Richard Gordon continued to gesture with an expansive, greasy energy, entirely oblivious to the reality that his operations had already been laid flat acro

The vehicle sped through the dark, the neon lights of Obsidian City blurring past the windows. Avery sat in the rear cabin, her mind consumed by Evan's final statement: Dominic knows her location.She stared at her own reflection in the glass. Her lips were still swollen. Hours ago in the lounge, that man had pinned her against the door and kissed her roughly. That forced kiss was pure humiliation. But what truly sickened her was herself.During that bloody bite, trapped beneath his grip with nowhere to retreat, her heart had actually raced out of control. Avery knew she had felt something for him. The analytical closeness of their daily routines, their breathing tangled together by the bed, even the occasional trace of warmth he showed—all of it had provoked a hidden tremor within her, despite her training as a clinical psychologist.Now, that tremor felt like a slap to the face. While locking her in his arms with a punitive kiss, he had calmly choked off the leads to her biological

Over the following week, Avery performed the role of an exceptionally compliant captive.She ceased constructing a defensive retreat against his proximity, no longer deploying cold sarcasm to test his operational boundaries. During the deep hours of the night, she opened her arms without resistance, allowing the wounded tyrant to lock her flat against the mattress, his labored respiration declaring absolute sovereignty over her perimeter.She possessed an intimate understanding of his nature. Dominic was a predatory entity guided by razor-sharp instincts; any calculated rebellion would instantly provoke his clinical scrutiny. Only unadulterated compliance could induce the lion to slip into a temporary state of dormancy.A convincing smile required zero internal validation—merely a flawless, mechanical contraction of the facial muscles. Deceiving a counterparty’s visual cortex was the primary module of her clinical residency. Tightening her jaw, she executed an internal countdown: five

"The serum... what serum?"Avery dug her fingertips violently into Clara’s withered knuckles, her hands trembling under the sheer physical exertion. The choking stench of iron and raw clinical lysol in the air felt trapped at the baseline of her throat, sending a suffocating pressure straight to her sternum. Her lungs burned as though they were on the verge of exploding under the structural weight of the silence. Every instinct in her mind screamed for air, but the suffocating darkness of the cell offered no reprieve from the mounting horror.Clara’s fragile frame executed a massive, continuous shudder, vibrating against the mattress like a withered leaf caught in a gale.The moment the syllables of his full name crossed the threshold of the room, the tiny ember of consciousness within her clouded irises contracted violently, collapsing into a primal, spastic terror. The thick leather restraint straps ground against the iron framework of the bed, producing a sha

The freezing air struck her face, numbing half of her cheek instantly."Clara—!"Avery’s scream echoed down the long corridor. She lunged forward instinctively, but a sudden pain flared across her shoulder.Dominic locked her flat against his chest, rendering her struggles completely useless.His left arm functioned like an iron band, constricting her chest until respiration became difficult. Avery forced her chin upward with immense effort, her visual field blurring beneath the continuous flashes of the crimson backup lights. Her ears were filled with the heavy, jagged rhythm of his breathing, brushing hot against the side of her neck."Release me!"Dominic offered zero retreat, instead dragging her frame half a step backward away from the center of the room."She is dead," his baritone pressed right against her ear, entirely level. "Deploying your department to that position will not restore her biological parameters."