Chapter 14 #3
But before another word could be exchanged between her and Maverick, Elias suddenly stepped in front of her, turning his back toward Maverick completely.
His tall frame blocked her view like a wall as he stood there looking down at her possessively, making it impossible for her to even glance at Maverick properly.
Then Elias slowly looked over his shoulder.
His eyes landed on Maverick, cold and deadly.
“Leave,” he snapped in a low, furious voice.
Maverick held his stare for a moment before letting out a quiet breath. Without another word, he turned around and walked away.
Felix watched the entire thing with a grin spreading across his face, clearly entertained by the tension. But the second Elias’s sharp gaze shifted toward him, the smile instantly disappeared from Felix’s face. He straightened immediately, coughed awkwardly, then quickly pulled out his phone.
“Ah… yes, hello?” he said loudly, pretending to answer a call.
Still acting, he casually walked away from them at a fast pace and disappeared within seconds.
Elias finally turned back toward Amara. Without hesitation, he grabbed her hand tightly and looked down at her face.
“Let’s go,” he said. “You wanted to go on a date, right? Then we’ll have dinner together. Where do you want to go? What do you want to eat? I’ll take you.”
Before she could even respond, he started pulling her toward the car.
Amara immediately tried to yank her hand free, but his grip was too tight. She stumbled after him in frustration as he dragged her across the parking lot. The moment they reached the car, he opened the door and firmly pushed her inside.
Amara glared at him furiously.
“I don’t want to go on a dinner date with you,” she snapped. “Let me out.”
She instantly reached for the door handle, trying to get out, but the next second Elias calmly pressed the lock button.
Click.
The doors locked from the inside.
Amara pulled harder at the handle, panic and anger flashing across her face when it refused to budge. She spun around to glare at him, fury burning in her eyes.
But Elias was already staring at her.
Calm.
Deadly calm.
And completely furious beneath it.
“What do you even get out of this?” she demanded angrily. “You and I have nothing to do with each other anymore. You ruined my date with someone else. Does that make you happy? Do you enjoy interfering in my life that much?”
Her glare only darkened.
Then suddenly Elias leaned closer.
Before she could react, his hand slid around her waist and pulled her sharply against him. The next second, his mouth pressed against the side of her neck, biting down hard enough to make her flinch.
Amara gasped and shoved at his shoulder immediately, trying to push him away, but he refused to move. Instead, his arm tightened around her waist, forcing her closer against his chest.
His other hand moved to the back of her head, fingers tangling into her hair to keep her still as his mouth continued trailing along her neck, biting and kissing against her skin while his breathing grew heavier.
She hissed softly when he finally let go of her neck. A clear bite mark was left against her skin, already turning red beneath the dim light inside the car.
Elias slowly pulled back, but his eyes never left her face. His dark gaze stayed locked onto hers, intense and possessive, as if he was trying to burn himself into her mind.
Amara stared back at him in disbelief, breathing unevenly.
“What the hell are you doing?” she snapped, shoving lightly against his chest. “Did you forget that we’re already divorced? You’re acting like you still have some right over me. We’re done.”
But Elias acted as if he hadn’t heard a single word.
His hand suddenly slid up to cup her jaw, fingers tightening slightly before he leaned in again and captured her mouth with his.
Amara’s eyes widened for a second before she completely lost her breath under the force of it. His mouth moved against hers with frustrating familiarity, overwhelming her so completely that her mind went blank for a moment.
By the time he finally pulled away, she was left breathless.
Elias stared at her swollen lips for a second before casually turning back toward the steering wheel. There was still a faint lipstick mark at the corner of his mouth as he started the engine and drove out of the building area without another word.
Amara sat there trying to steady her breathing, her hair slightly messy from his hands. She turned toward him sharply.
“Where are you going?” she demanded, her voice still unsteady.
He didn’t answer.
His expression remained cold as he continued driving down the road with one hand on the wheel. A moment later, his other hand moved toward her thigh, fingers brushing against her leg.
Amara immediately slapped his hand away and turned farther toward the door.
“Let me out of the car,” she snapped angrily. “I’m already tired of this. I want to go home.”
Elias still said nothing.
He simply kept driving.
The silence inside the car only made the tension worse.
Eventually the car slowed before coming to a stop. Amara looked out the window, and her expression instantly hardened when she realized where they were.
His house.
Before she could react, Elias got out and walked around the car. The moment he opened her door, Amara tried stepping away from him, but he caught her wrist immediately and pulled her toward the entrance.
“Elias, let go of me,” she snapped, struggling against his grip as he led her inside.
He ignored her protests completely.
The entire way to the bedroom, Amara kept trying to pull free, pushing against him and refusing to cooperate, but Elias barely reacted. His jaw stayed tight, his expression dark with restrained frustration.
The second they entered the room, Amara stepped away from him immediately.
“I’m not getting back together with you,” she said firmly, glaring at him. “Stop acting like you can just drag me back here and everything will go back to normal.”
Elias took a slow step closer.
“You’re coming back to me,” he said in a low voice, his eyes fixed on her. “Whether you want to accept it or not.”
“No,” Amara shot back instantly. “I already left you. I’m not doing this again.”
The tension between them thickened as they stood facing each other across the room, neither willing to back down.
The very next second, he caught her jaw and pulled her into him, claiming her lips in a fierce kiss. His tongue swept over hers, tasting her, taking his time as if he owned every reaction she gave him. Then he broke away just as suddenly, leaving her breathless, lips burning, wanting more.
Amara leaned in without thinking, eyes fixed on him, hungry for another kiss. But Elias only smirked and stepped back, watching her like he enjoyed the need he was creating in her.
The next moment, his hands were on his clothes. He stripped them off with impatient ease, leaving her exposed within seconds before he shed his own. Then he lifted her into his arms and carried her straight into the bathroom, setting her down on the counter.
Cold marble met her skin and she shivered instantly.
“Wait here. If you move, I’ll make your punishment worse than you can even imagine,” he growled, voice rough and dangerous.
He didn’t wait for her response. He turned and left.
The warmth of him vanished with the door left open just a little, the bathroom air suddenly feeling colder. Amara trembled, but only for a second.
Elias returned quickly, something in his hand.
“You need to learn who owns you, Amara,” he murmured, his tone calm but absolute, like a command wrapped in silk.
He placed it on the counter—four small steel spheres linked by a thin chain. Amara’s breath hitched instantly, her pulse jumping at the sight.
His hand pressed to her chest, guiding her back as he positioned her at the edge of the counter, her legs shifting up until her feet rested against the cool surface.
Then his fingers moved over her delicate flesh, parting her gently before slowly easing the first, then the rest inside her. Amara tensed at the fullness, a strange mix of pressure and unfamiliar sensation spreading through her. Her body adjusted slowly, unevenly, as her breath turned shallow.
Elias watched her the entire time, unmoving, as if memorizing every reaction.
When he was done, he stepped back slightly, like he was admiring the result of his control.
A moment later, he pressed a button on the remote in his hand.
The vibration started low inside her, faint at first, then growing stronger. Amara gasped sharply, her body instinctively shifting, but it did nothing to ease it. The rhythm was slow, teasing, almost unbearable in how it held her right on the edge.
She grabbed his arm, fingers tightening as her breathing broke apart.
“What happened?” Elias asked, voice thick with quiet satisfaction.
“Elias… oh god,” Amara moaned, her head tipping back as her body jolted. “It’s vibrating…”
He only smirked, catching her before she could lean too far forward and pushing her back against the counter again. He pinned her there, keeping her trapped beneath him as the sensation continued—slow, relentless, never quite enough.
“This is torture…” she breathed out, voice strained.
His grip tightened, lifting her hands above her head and holding them there so she couldn’t move. He leaned in close, his face just inches from hers.
“That’s what you deserve,” he whispered.
Amara’s breath stuttered as her body trembled under his gaze, completely at his mercy.