Chapter 41
Elijah Vaughn.
Do you really think they deseived your loyalty?
I swallowed hard, looking away.
His words hit me like a punch–because deep down, I knew they were true.
He leaned in, his warm breath brushing against my ear.
You spent your whole life trying to be good for people who never truly cared. But I do.”
My throat tightened.
My heart pounded against my chest, a strange, unfamiliar feeling settling deep in my stomach.
Something inside me hesitated.
“You care? My voice came out soft, almost inaudible.
“Of course I care.”
The tip of his fingers traced a slow path along my jaw.
“I would never hurt you, little bunny.”
I swallowed again, feeling the heat of his breath against my skin.
“Not without a reason, at least.”
His voice dropped to a deeper tone, almost seductive, laced with a dark promise.
“Unlike those who betrayed you, I would never turn my back on you. I would never abandon you. Because betrayal, to me, means death.”
My mind screamed that this wasn’t right–that it was dangerous.
But my body reacted differently.
My heart skipped a beat, and part of me clung to those words like a drowning man grasping for air.
He let go of me slowly, as if giving me space to absorb everything he’d said.
When I finally looked up at him, I found those dark, intense eyes watching me like he could see straight through me.
“You don’t have anyone else but me now.”
Those words fell over me like a heavy weight,
There was no one left.
My family had erased me.
A knot formed in my throat, and the words spilled out before I could stop them.
‘Why do you want me,
Dante?”
Ne raised an eyebrow, as if the question amused him.
“What did you say, little bunny?
I took a deep breath, trying to find the courage to repeat it.
“Why? I have nothing to offer. I’m just… someone ordinary.”
For a moment, he just watched me.
Then a crooked smile appeared, carrying something I couldn’t quite decipher.
And I need a reason to want you?”
I swallowed hard.
“You’re the one I want. That’s all there is to it.”
My breath caught in my throat.
He didn’t blink.
His gaze burned into me–heavy, intense–as if he were looking at the most precious thing he’d ever seen.
Like I was a treasure he would never let go of.
He raised one hand, his long fingers tracing a slow path up to my face.
His touch was possessive–part worship, part obsession.
His thumb brushed along my chin, then moved up to my lips, his warm skin pressed against mine.
“But… if you want a reason, fine.”
His eyes gleamed with something dark, insatiable.
“You’re beautiful, Elijah.”
My throat went dry.
“That little ass of yours is pure temptation.”
His voice dragged like a sinful whisper, sliding down my spine like sweet poison.
“Made to be squeezed, bitten… sucked.”
Heat rushed violently to my face.
“Your mouth…” His voice dipped lower, rough, thick with restrained desire.
His eyes dropped slowly to my lips—dark, hungry./
His thumb brushed over the soft flesh, exploring each curve like he wanted to memorize every inch.
“Those lips…” he repeated, his breath warm against my skin. ‘Plump, perfect. Made to be devoured, kissed until the color fades…”
The grip on my chin tightened slightly, forcing me to keep looking at him.
His eyes gleamed with something dark–something fiercely possessive.
“Perfect for being fucked by me.‘
The heat exploded in my stomach.
My body tensed, reacting involuntarily to the intensity of his words.
His thumb kept tracing soft circles against my skin, each touch sending electric shivers through me.
His eyes never left my lips, like every detail was an unbearable temptation.
His fingers slid to the back of my neck, holding it firmly.
A gesture of ownership.
Like he was making sure I wouldn’t escape–as if every fiber of his being wanted to mold me, trap me, and shape me into something that existed only for him.
“Like I told you before, don’t worry–because I’ll never get tired of you.”
Each word felt like an invisible chain, wrapping tighter and tighter around me, locking me to him with no way out.
He wasn’t lying.
It wasn’t a whim. It wasn’t an empty promise.
His eyes burned with absolute certainty.
“Believe me when I say this, little bunny.”
His voice was a verdict–dangerous, inescapable.
“You should be more worried about yourself… because I’ll never let you go.”
I swallowed hard, trying to process what he’d just said–but he didn’t give me the chance.
He leaned in, his warm breath brushing against my skin.
“Even if I ever leave this prison…”
His lips grazed my ear, and a violent shiver ran through my entire body.
Every inch of my skin reacted to the touch–an electric jolt firing through every cell.
I’m taking you with me.”
My eyes widened.
“Because you’re mine,” he whispered, pressing a warm kiss to my forehead.
His touch, though subtle, carried something unmistakably possessive.
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
