Alle Kapitel von The Father's Captive, The Sons' Obsession: Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 8

The next thing I knew, I was already in his estate, to his bedroom to be exact!It was massive, draped in black velvet and dark mahogany, with a bed large enough to fit five people.The heavy iron door had locked behind me hours ago with a sickening click.I was backed into the furthest corner of the room, my knees pulled to my chest, trembling so violently my teeth chattered.I knew what happened to the women brought to the Blackblood estate.The rumor mill of the mortal district called it the King's Graveyard.They were devoured by his madness, broken by his toxic, insatiable wolf.The lock turned.I choked on a sob as the heavy door swung open. Dragon stepped inside, having shed his suit jacket.He wore only a black dress shirt, the top three buttons undone, revealing a chest heavily scarred by decades of mafia and werewolf’s wars.The brief moment of shock I had seen in his eyes a while ago was gone.The beast was back.His amber eyes were blown wide, feral and hungry, fixated on

“My wolf wants to kill my father for claiming you. I need you to quiet him down.”Before I could even process his words, Wyvern’s lips crashed onto mine.It was a wet and deeply hungry kiss.It wasn't slow or possessive like Dragon's, it was desperate, wild, and completely out of control.I gasped in shock, my hands flying to his chest to push him away, but his tongue immediately slid past my lips, tasting strongly of mint and dark smoke.He grabbed my waist, lifting me slightly off the ground, pressing my back so hard against the wall that all the air left my lungs.It made my head spin.My panicked resistance quickly melted into a confusing, terrifying heat.What the fuck I am feeling? Is this that unfamiliar feeling again! A heat! A desire!I closed my eyes and kissed him back without even thinking.A guttural, animalistic groan ripped from Wyvern’s throat.His hands slid under the hem of his father's oversized shirt, his hot, calloused fingers mapping the bare curves of my hips.H

His rough, calloused hand tightened just enough around my throat to keep me completely pinned. He didn't wait for my answer.Rouge crashed his lips down onto mine. It was a brutal, punishing kiss. There was no slow build-up. There was only raw, primal force. His massive body pressed me flat against the heavy wooden door, trapping me completely.I gasped in pure shock, and he used that moment to push his tongue deep into my mouth. He tasted like dark spice and raw violence. My hands flew up, hitting his rock-hard chest, trying to push away. It was like pushing against a solid brick wall. He didn't even flinch.Instead, his free hand grabbed both of my wrists and pinned them above my head with brutal ease.“You like it rough, human?” Rouge panted, breaking the kiss just enough to let me take a sharp breath. His crimson eyes were blazing in the dark room. “You want the monster. You want the brute force. My father is completely broken. Wyvern is a child playing with fire. Gregor is a cowa

The Vault Suite was a high-tech prison dressed in billionaire luxury.It was located at the very top of the estate. The room had white silk sheets, heavy dark wood furniture, and huge glass windows that offered a dizzying view of the mountains below.The heavy metal door had been locked an hour ago. I was completely trapped. I had showered, scrubbing the scents of the men off my skin, and now wore a thin, white silk nightgown that the maids had brought.I stood by the massive windows, hugging myself tightly, looking out into the dark night. Heavy rain crashed violently against the glass.I was a divine catalyst. I was a weapon. I was never going back to my old life.Suddenly, a loud THUD echoed from the outside of the thick glass.I screamed, stumbling backward.Pressed flat against the wet glass, hundreds of feet in the air, was Wyvern. He was completely soaked in rain, but he was grinning like a wild madman. Wyvern breaks into her room via the balcony.He tapped a sharp, metal tool