Chapter 81: What Belongs To Me

Elodie's POVI kept staring at Valiente, like he'd said the most shocking thing known to mankind.A chill ran down my spine when I remembered the way the intruder had me sandwiched between his body and the wall. The way his rough hand traced my skin, and how filthy it made me feel, like something on me would never fully wash off.My stomach turned. I wanted to throw up. I wanted so badly to throw up on Valiente's face.So he commits a crime, and I almost paid for it with my life?Why is that?I pulled away when he tried to take my hand again, my fingers curling instinctively out of his reach. He released a tired and heavy sigh. "What is it now?" He sounded exhausted, almost irritated.He dared not.He had no right to be angry. I was the one who got hurt. The cut on my hand from struggling was proof of that, a thin stinging reminder every time I flexed my fingers."This is your fault..." I whispered, my voice cracking down the middle."No, it's that man's fault," he countered. His face

Chapter 82: Weak Barricade

Elodie's POVI climbed into the large, soft bed at once and brought the blanket over my head, hoping to fall asleep before Valiente came out of the bathroom.If I managed to sleep before he came out, he wouldn't do anything to me.My heart thundered against my rib cage as I pressed my eyes closed, willing sleep to come faster than it ever had in my life.I could hear the clock ticking, one second after another, each one tightening my stomach a little more.Soon, I heard the bathroom door open, then close. I shivered, holding the sheet over my head tightly, my fingers curling into the fabric.His footsteps were faint, almost inaudible, like he was deliberately making himself seem mysterious.My breath caught when the bed dipped beside me, followed by a chuckle. "A barricade. Impressive," he whispered, referring to the fence of pillows I'd built down the middle.I rolled my eyes beneath the blanket. He shouldn't blame me. He is not to be trusted.The clean scent of his body wash reached

Chapter 83: Burn In Hell

Valiente's POVMy head rested on my hands on the pillow as I stared blankly at the ceiling.Every little sound didn't get past me—the ticking of the clock, the chirping of crickets in the distance, and the low breathing from the woman beside me.Even the wires that worked tirelessly in my head were loud.I couldn't sleep.Hell, I couldn't even remember the last time I'd had a proper nap.A frown rested between my brows, my breathing even, as I thought back to the man who broke into my house. Into my home.How he'd traced Little Red to the kitchen was still a mystery.I'd been attending to important business in the study, talking with Alaric and Cassiano about the new shipment schedule until midnight.Only when I felt a dull ache at the side of my head did I know I needed a few seconds of shut-eye.I'd left the study, and I heard a faint sound coming from the kitchen. It was so vague.Anyone would've ignored it. I didn't. I've always had a keen ear for hearing distant noises that were

All Chapters of Craving His Captive: The Cartel Heir's Obsession (Book 1): Chapter 81 - Chapter 83

Chapter 81: What Belongs To Me

Chapter 82: Weak Barricade

Chapter 83: Burn In Hell