Todos los capítulos de Chains of velvet obsession: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 59

Chapter fifty one Laura’s POV Jett was still half-asleep when I came back into the bedroom. He reached for me the second I was within range, pulling me down onto the bed until I was straddling his waist. His hands slid under the shirt I was wearing, warm and possessive, stroking up my sides. “You left,” he muttered against my throat. “I needed water.” “Liar.” He bit down gently on the side of my neck, right over one of the marks he had left the night before. “You smell like the kitchen. And him.” I pushed lightly at his chest. “Jealous already, husband?” “Always.” His hands gripped my hips and rolled me under him in one smooth motion. He kissed me slow and deep, morning-rough, before pulling back just enough to look at me. “Where do you think you’re going?” “The mall,” I said. The lie came out smoother than it should have. “I need a few things. Becky mentioned something about proper lingerie for a married woman. I thought I’d handle it before you decide I never leave this

Chapter fifty three Laura’s POV The drive back felt longer than the one that took me there.I kept my hands steady on the wheel and my expression blank for the cameras and the men who would report every detail to Jett. By the time I pulled into the private garage beneath the penthouse, the weight of Anna’s words had settled into something colder and more practical. Someone close. Someone trusted. Someone already inside the walls.Davis was waiting when the elevator doors opened on our floor.He straightened immediately.“Mrs. Luciano.”The title landed differently now. Not tentative. Not testing. Settled.“Is he home?” I asked.“In the study. He said to send you in the moment you arrived.”Of course he did.I walked through the main living space and found Jett standing at the long window with his phone to his ear. He ended the call the second he saw me, set the phone down, and crossed the room without a word. His hands framed my face, thumbs brushing the corners of my mouth as he se

Chapter fifty five Laura’s Pov Jett came home like a storm that had decided to be quiet.I heard the elevator, then the low exchange of voices in the entryway. Davis. Someone else. Instructions given in short, flat sentences. By the time he walked into the living room, the air in the penthouse had already changed. Two more men than usual stood near the main hallway. Another checked the terrace locks. No one looked at me directly, but every movement said the same thing: no one leaves, no one enters, nothing moves without permission.Jett’s eyes found me immediately.He crossed the room, took my face in both hands, and kissed me hard enough that my back met the wall. Not rushed. Not messy. Just deep and thorough, the kind of kiss that left no space for air or doubt. When he finally pulled back, his thumbs stroked along my jaw while his body stayed pressed to mine.“You’re not going out again,” he said against my mouth. “Not today. Not tomorrow. Not until I say otherwise.”“What happen

Chapter fifty seven Laura’s pov The silence that settled over the house after Becky had gone was somehow different from the silence that had existed before she had arrived.I still held the container that she had given to me for my soup, which was no longer as warm as it had been before she left. Michael, on the other hand, remained rooted to his spot near the windows, his gaze fixed upon the doorway, as if expecting Becky to return and provide him with an explanation of whatever it was that he thought he had missed.“She left too fast,” Michael finally stated, with his gaze still fixed upon the doorway.I set down the container that I held. “She always leaves like that,” I responded.“No, she does not,” he replied, turning his head slightly so that he was facing me. “When she has a point to make, she usually takes the time to make that point before she leaves the room. However, today, she made the point, and she did not even give us the chance to ask her any questions about what sh

Chapter fifty nine Laura’s POV Jett did not want me to leave the building."I’d rather not you going."His expression was as stern as the text he received earlier about the courier. He stood in the doorway of the study, his phone still in hand. The lockdown had been in place for days. The extra men were still in the halls. Michael had barely spoken to anyone since Becky’s last visit."It’s not far. Just meeting up with Becky.""After everything that’s just happened, you want to sit in a car outside?""I want to breathe clean air. I want to be able to spend time with my friend without three of your men smothering me."He stared intently. Still obsessed, but not quite as bad as usual. Holding onto his personal views calmly."Davis can go with you. Just stay where you can see the car. Don’t get out of the car in an open area. Don’t change areas. An hour.""An hour and a half.""An hour."I didn’t dare argue anymore. One final kiss and he let me go.---Becky had chosen the meeting plac