Todos los capítulos de Their Slave: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Amber’s P.O.V. "Nathan, no!" A cry tears through the silence of the room, jerking me out of a deep sleep. Hunter bolts upright in the middle of the night, gasping for air. Even in the dark, I can see the sheen of sweat covering his skin. He looks around the room with wide, panicked eyes.I immediately sit up and place my hand on his shoulder. "Hunter? You okay?" He doesn't answer. His body is shivering under my touch. Having lived through nightmares for many years, I know exactly how this feels, the cold terror, the way the mind refuses to let go of the horror it just invented. I know words aren't what he needs right now. I move behind him, wrap my arms around his broad chest, and pull him back against me. I hold him in a tight, warm hug, letting my presence relax him. Slowly, the tension begins to leak out of him. He tells me about the nightmare, the blood on the carpet, the knife, the look in Nathan's eyes. "I hit him, Amber. He was just about to kill you in front of my eyes.

Amber’s P.O.V. A Week LaterThe week was a dream, because Hunter treated me so well. For those seven days, I wasn’t a slave or a captive, I was just Amber, a girl being adored by a man who loves her unconditionally. During that time, Hunter made me forget every cruel word and hateful look Nathan had ever thrown at me. He treated me like a queen, placing everything I could ever want right at my feet before I even asked for it. I never imagined falling so deeply for my stepbrother, especially after how cold he was at first. But he became the sweetest man in my life, caring for me in ways no one ever had. I’m completely, madly in love with him, and I can't get him out of my head.Right now, I’m sitting in the living room, wearing Hunter's shirt and pants. I wrap my arms around myself, loving the cosy feeling of his scent on the fabric.The warmth in the hall vanishes instantly when the front door slams open and Nathan steps in. His presence is like a dark cloud that sucks the oxygen ou

Hunter’s P.O.V.I enter my room, expecting to find Amber resting in my bed, wrapped in the shirt I left her in.But the bed is empty.Something is wrong. I can feel it. I spin around and head down the corridor.After catching sight of Ruby as she finishes tidying the hallway cabinet, I ask her, “Ruby, where is Amber?"She keeps her head low. "Mr Nathan returned about an hour ago. He... he took her down to the basement. He came back up a little while ago and locked the door behind him."Fuck.Without wasting another second, I sprint down the hall and throw myself down the basement stairs, praying to God that Nathan didn't completely cross the line. It’s the first time that he didn’t even inform me that he would return today. After reaching the door, I pull the spare key from my pocket with shaking hands, shove it into the lock, and yank the door open.I find Amber, curled up in the far corner of the room, completely bare, shivering. She looks exhausted, bruised, and thoroughly spent,

Amber’s P.O.V.I lie on Hunter’s bed, tangled in the sheets, wearing nothing but his shirt. My body is practically vibrating with unfulfilled desire.I’m so fucking frustrated.After that merciless torture session on the dining chair, where Hunter repeatedly brought me to the edge of a climax only to snatch it away, he carried me up to his room, threw his shirt over my shoulders, and left me aching.Now, he is sitting on the sofa across the room, completely absorbed in a high-stakes online business meeting. He chose to skip going to the office today, and I know the real reason why. He knows that at night, I’ve to be with Nathan. He wants to hoard every single minute he can get with me, even if it's just watching me squirm from across the room.Watching him sitting in his suit jacket, his jaw clenched in focus, makes my core throb all over again. I want him to drop everything, tear this shirt off me, and finish what he started. But he won't. He’s keeping me on the edge, exactly as Nath

Nathan’s P.O.V.With every passing day, this whole fucked-up situation is getting more miserable, more suffocating, and more deeply depressing.This revenge, this poisonous campaign to break her, isn't giving me a damn thing. It isn't healing the gaping wound in my chest. In fact, it’s killing me faster than the alcohol, the sleepless nights, or the blades ever could. Every sharp word I throw at her, every punishment I force her to endure, feels like I’m slashing my own throat.When I push open the door to my bedroom late at night, exhausted to my very bones, my eyes immediately fall on her.Amber is standing in the centre of the room, completely naked as instructed, waiting for me.And then she smiles. “Welcome, Sir.” Fuck. That smile still drives me utterly out of my fucking mind. It’s the same beautiful smile that captured my soul years ago, the one that lives in my nightmares, the one I’ve tried so desperately to scrub from my memory. Looking at her flushed skin, her vulnerable p