Novel & Cerita Caught In His Embrace Novel

His arms were stretched while resting on the backrest and his legs were crossed that made me more furious. After he told Alec that he was my fiancé, he dragged me out of the car forcefully before Alec and I could react. Everything was so fast and all I feel that time was to do everything just so Vren could stop sticking his nose into my business. He brought me here in a condominium unit that I assumed his. I have never been so mad in my entire life and this is the very first time! I could almost feel the intense heat in my face because of the madness I was feeling. And seeing him infront of me with no care about what he did makes me wanna burst out.

Yet, as I stood there, wrapped in his embrace, he didn't seem like a mafia boss; he felt like any other man yearning for a genuine connection. He now wraps both arms around me, drawing me in closer, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. It wasn't a tight hold, but it was solid, secure, unyielding. It emphasized how small I felt, how uneasy and out of my element. Trapped in his embrace, I realized I couldn't break free unless he allowed it. “You haven't spoken,” he whispered softly, his face mere inches from mine, like he might kiss me at any moment. What if he does, and what if I find myself enjoying it?

He ordered his driver to go check up on what was happening, while he battled with himself for needing to keep his cool. He adjusted his tie and shifted from his seat to take a clearer view. Ryan noticed that his palm was sweaty, he wondered why he felt so uncomfortable. Somehow, he felt like going out himself to rescue her would solve it all. He hated how clumsy his driver was, but when he saw them all lying on the floor, he breathed a sigh of relief. He had barely finished letting that breath out, when he saw one of the guy gripping her on her legs. He lost it at that moment and rushed to the car door, he had almost opened it when he sighted them running away.

Like none of it ever touched him. I didn’t even get a chance to breathe before Emilia darted past me like I wasn’t even there. Her body brushed mine and nearly knocked me off balance. That’s how fast she ran to him. She threw her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly like he’d just come back from war. Then she kissed him. Right there. So damn passionate I wanted to vomit. My stomach twisted with something hot and bitter. Richard held her close, his hand gently sliding down her back. “Missed me?”

He lifted his head and another crashed, hitting him so hard that he stumbled. I kept it going, with Ares getting better at deflecting and dodging but he got three more to the head and almost fell to the floor.I was out of pillows and picked up the novel I had left there and threw it at him. His eyes were closed and he was straightening up. The book was dangerously close to his head and Emily gasped but then…his hand moved and he caught it. I was stunned. He rubbed his nose and groaned as he opened his eyes.

It’s so thick and musky in this small space that it’s all I can breathe. My eyes fly open in the dark. It all comes rushing back. The cold. The desperation. The kiss. His hand. My hand. The frantic, clumsy, gasping release that left me blind and boneless. Oh, gods. I’m tangled with him. My chest is pressed to his. My arm is flung across his waist. My leg is hooked over his. I’m not just being held. I’m clinging to him. I fell asleep embracing him like a happy, satisfied lover

Behind me, the warmth of the packhouse felt like a stifling fever I had finally broken. I didn't look back. I stepped into the darkness, my white silk dress dragging through the frost-covered grass, staining the hem with the honest grime of the earth. I was halfway down the winding forest path when I heard the heavy, rhythmic thud of boots behind me. I didn't need to turn to know it was him. His scent clung to the wind. "Emerald! Wait!" I kept walking, my pace steady and relentless. "Emerald, stop!" Matthew lunged forward, his hand catching my elbow. He didn't pull hard, but the contact was enough to make me stumble.

His fingers brushed away the dress I clutched in my hand, and I found myself melting into his embrace, my back against his chest. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his forehead resting against my shoulder. God, Evelyn. Don’t let his words affect you. “Let me fucking go!” I tried to free myself from his grasp but he held me tighter. I wanted to push him away, to scream and curse him, and simply tell him to fuck off, that was how mad I was at that moment but at the same time I was ensnared in a labyrinth of emotions—helpless, hopelessly entangled in love. Instead of resisting, I found myself turning in his embrace to meet his gaze.

Looking around the club, I realize it is empty once again, except for me, Kessler, and the guy I have kissed. Without hesitation, I break free from his grip and make another desperate attempt to escape. But my wobbly legs betray me, sending me crashing to my knees. Before I can fall completely, his hand shoots out, catching me just in time. His scent envelops me, my heart races in my chest, pounding against my ribs with intensity. His firm grip around my waist steadies me, yet at the same time, it ignites a fire within me, rendering me weak and trembling in his embrace.