Todos os capítulos de Craving His Captive: The Cartel Heir's Obsession (Book 1): Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Elodie’s POVPain exploded across my scalp, shooting through every part of my body. I thrashed, kicked, and struggled, but Julie’s grip only tightened. She kept whispering curses into my ear, some in English, others in Spanish. Most of them didn’t register.The only thing I could focus on was the blinding pain ripping through my scalp.At this rate, I’d probably have a bald spot by the time she finally let go.“An American like you doesn’t deserve to be here…” she muttered through gritted teeth.So that’s what this was about? Because I was a foreigner? If my head didn’t feel like it was being ripped off, I would’ve laughed.If she hated my presence so much, she should tell her precious master to let me go. Or better yet… she could unlock the front gate herself.Her grip finally loosened. The moment she let go, I sucked in a shaky breath, my lungs burning as I struggled to keep my head upright.Just when I thought it was over, Julie spoke again. This time in Spanish. My Spanish wasn’t

Elodie’s POVThis devil was too close for comfort. I could feel his hot breath against my face, making my skin tingle. He held my gaze with such intensity that my knees almost buckled.My brain screamed at me to shove him away. To put some distance between us. But my body couldn’t find the courage.I stood there, getting pulled in by his cold, intense gaze.No. I couldn’t stay this close to him, not after that dream.My pulse hammered against my ribs as my eyes flickered toward the small gap beside him. Just enough space. If I slipped past him now, I could make it out of his hold. I shifted my weight and darted to the side. But that was a mistake. His hand shot out before I’d taken a full step. My back collided with the wall and I gasped.Before I could react again, he caught both my wrists in one hand and pinned them above my head.“What—” I tried to protest, but the word died in my throat.He stepped closer, much closer. His body trapped mine completely. I twisted my wrists, trying

Elodie's POV My eyes shot up from the knife to meet Valiente’s steady gaze. I gulped. Had he seen me staring at the knife?“Nothing,” I replied calmly, holding his gaze. His eyes were darker than they had been this morning. More piercing. It could’ve been the dimly lit room.He slowly nodded, as though he wasn’t fully convinced, but he didn’t dwell on it.He summoned for the food to be served. Within five minutes, the table was overflowing with dishes—medium-rare steak, grilled salmon, creamy truffle pasta, garlic butter shrimp, roasted vegetables, mashed potatoes, fresh bread, and colorful salads.There were bowls of fruit, rich soups, and desserts waiting on a separate trolley. It looked less like dinner and more like a feast prepared for royalty.Was this a feast? He’s probably expecting a guest. Could it be his stepmother, Marisela?But he hadn’t said anything about expecting a visitor.I didn’t care to ask. My nerves were through the roof, my hands trembling on my thighs, my hea

Elodie's POV The word ‘freedom’ sounded like a myth.Freedom had to be a myth.Freedom… was a myth.'You’ll get to understand why they call me El Cuervo...'I didn’t understand what Valiente meant until now, when his cold, angry hands were wrapped tightly around my throat for the second time that night, squeezing the air from my lungs.The world seemed to stop.He shoved me backward and slammed me against a tree. I whimpered loudly, my teeth clenched as I fought. Or at least I tried to fight. He was stronger.I managed to look at him, catching the expression on his face. I froze for a second.“You really thought you could run from me?” he asked, his voice resembling that of the devil. His eyes were void of any light.He didn't belong to this world."Go to hell, you bastard!" I shot, driving the knife towards his face again. This time, he caught it in one swift move. He twisted my fingers painfully, and a piercing shriek tore out of me.The knife fell lazily to the ground. "I told y

Valiente’s POVSitting across from Cassiano and Alaric, my eyes remained shut, fingers tapping gently on the armrest. Their voices drifted in and out of my head.Something about the ship, my men, and illegal activities.I should have been listening. But I wasn’t.My fingers slowly rose to my mouth. I brushed my thumb over my lower lip slowly. The memory of Little Red's rosy lips came back immediately.The way she’d looked at me, screamed, and how she’d fought me until the very last second. Then how she'd stopped, for that brief moment, she hadn’t pushed me away. That was her mistake.I frowned and opened my eyes, staring at nothing. What the hell had that been? I’d kissed women before. More times than I cared to remember. None of them had ever left me thinking about their lips minutes later.But Little Red…My jaw tightened. I adjusted in my seat.She had been trying to escape me one second, and the next, I had her against a tree with my mouth on hers.And I’d liked it. More than I s