Chapter 37
Chapter 37
Dante Castelli.
“Those bastards are nothing more than insignificant pawns in a game I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve won p>
The warden flinched slightly, but I tried to hide my amusement. He was sweating–a mediocre worm trying to hold on to a shred of dignity in front of me
“But you know what amuses me the most p>
I laughed louder this time, the sound echoing through the suffocating room, laced with irony and threat. The warden trembled, looking away like a frightened dog.
“They’re so stupid, they haven’t even realized Eldoria has always been mine. Every single person in this city lives by my rules. Politicians, cops, judges, businessmen… they all eat from the palm of my hand p>
I took another drag from my cigarette, savoring the nicotine before blowing the smoke out lazily into the thick air.
“They thought they were weakening me, but they were only making my empire stronger. They underestimated who I am… treated me like some common thug. As if I, Dante Castelli, could ever be underestimated p>
I leaned forward, elbows resting on the table, locking eyes with the warden, a sadistic glint flashing in mine.
‘I’m the head of the most dangerous cartel in the world. The mafia fears me. My body is covered in tattoos, not for aesthetics, but to hide the scars from the wars I’ve fought since I was a teenager. I’ve been through more hell than those pathetic rats could ever imagine p>
I lowered my voice, making it even more menacing.
‘My empire will always grow, Warden. Because the world isn’t moved by justice, or law, or morality. The world is moved by money and power.
I blew out smoke, never breaking eye contact.
“And I have both p>
The warden nodded quickly, nervousness showing even in his stiff posture.
“Now, leave. Make sure the delivery goes through without any issues p>
I blinked slowly before adding, “If anything goes wrong p>
The silence stretched, heavy.
‘You know what happens to those who disappoint me p>
The warden didn’t wait for anything else. He hurried out, disappearing down the hallway.
Alone again, I turned my eyes back to the packages before me.
The cigarette burned between my fingers, the ember glowing in the dark.
I leaned back in the chair, allowing myself a few seconds of thought.
The ticking bulb above echoed in the silence of the room as a slow smile spread across my lips.
Soon, I’ll be out of here.
And when that happens, I’m taking my little bunny with me.
Whether he wants it or not.
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He doesn’t have a choice,
The thought made something throb deep inside me.
Today was a productive day.
Waking up with him on top of me, feeling his warm breath against my skin, hearing him speak without resistance, obey without hesitation. Watchin fascinated, as he molds himself to me without even realizing it.
So naive.
So sweet.
So easy to manipulate.
When he asked if we’d met before, I nearly laughed.
He has no idea.
I almost told him the truth.
Almost confessed that every detail of his downfall was orchestrated by me p>
That every step brought him directly into my hands, just as was meant to.
But I held back.
It wasn’t the right time.
I lost my patience a few times.
Like when I felt that damned jealousy because of Fox.
I know that bastard has no real interest in him.
But it doesn’t matter.
I can’t stand the thought of another man getting any kind of
Elijah is mine.
attention that should belong to me.
My masterpiece.
My addiction.
My obsession.
I pressed my fingers against the table, feeling the heat of desire rising inside me–urgent, demanding.
I want to hear his drawn–out moans, his voice breaking as he says my name.
And that’s why I told him my name.
It wasn’t a mistake.
It wasn’t a slip of trust.
It was a gift.
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I want him to whisper it in the dark, eyes glazed with pleasure, body surrendered, mind shattered.
I want his mouth to say my name–and for his soul to understand the weight of it.
Just thinking about it has me hard already.
I took a deep breath and adjusted my posture.
I’ve taken care of everything I needed to today–from the product distribution to the planning of future operations.
Now, it’s time to return to my cell.
And I can’t wait for our intense night–to hear him moan my name,
feel every reaction as I drive him insane.
I toss the cigarette and leave the room, walking quickly through the corridors, anticipating every second of the night I’ll have with my obedient little bunny
He thinks I didn’t notice how aroused he got in the bathroom, but I know very well.
His body already reacts to my touch, even if he tries to deny it.
So naive.
So sweet.
I’m dying to corrupt every inch of that purity.
The sun has already set by the time I enter the wing and head straight to my cell, arousal burning under my skin.
I lick my lips, starving for him.
But the moment I walk through the door, my body tenses.
The cell is empty.
My eyes scan every corner, muscles locking tight.
Is he still busy, or… did he disobey me?
My jaw clenched, my chest rising and falling slowly, trying to suppress the growing irritation.
Elijah chose to obey.
He accepted his place.
So why the hell isn’t he here, waiting for me?
He wouldn’t dare… not after everything.
Sara Lili
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.