Love in Captivity: Chains of Obsession

Knock

After the bath, he gently helped me step out of the tub. My body was wrapped in a soft, fluffy towel around me.
He carried me into the bedroom setting me down on the soft bench in front of the bed.

His touch was gentle, but I could still feel the possessiveness in the way his hands lingered on my skin. He dried me off with slow movements, his eyes never leaving mine, as if he was making sure I knew that I was his, that this moment was real.

When he was finished, he knelt in front of me, pulling out a fresh set of clothes from the drawer beside the bed.

His calloused fingertips gently brushed over my legs as he guided me into a pair of shorts and and of his large oversized shirts. His fingers softly grazed over my skin in a way that sent shivers down my spine, but it wasn't about passion now—it was about care, about him looking after me in ways I hadn't realized I needed.

Once I was dressed, he looked at the end and grabbed some fresh bedding. Without a word, he tugged them off the bed and replaced them with fresh ones, moving with purpose, but there was a softness in every action. As he smoothed the last corner of the sheet, he glanced at me over his shoulder.

He picked me up off the bench and set me on the bed before climbing in himself.
"Come on, lay down," he said gently patting the spot beside him, his voice low.

I crawled to him, settling onto the clean sheets, and feeling the cool fabric against my skin. He pulled me into his arms, and I found myself curled up against his chest enjoying his warm body heat as our bodies fit together like a puzzle piece I didn't even know i was missing. His hand rubbed lines on my upper arm and back, while his other arm wrapped around my waist.

He kissed the top of my head, his lips lingering against my hair. "I'll always take care of you," he murmured. "No matter what."

I was about to respond when something unexpected happened—a loud knock echoed through the house. Both of us jolted up, our peaceful moment interrupted. My heart leaped into my throat as I grabbed his arm, my eyes wide as I looked around, trying to pinpoint where the sound had come from.

He was up in an instant, moving toward the door without hesitation, his expression shifting from gentle to fierce in a heartbeat. "Stay here," he ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument. Grabbing his gun from the locked nightstand.

I nodded, my chest tightening with fear.

I waited, listening intently as I heard him move down the hall. Then there was silence. My mind raced with possibilities, and I couldn't help but inch closer to the edge of the bed, ready to follow him despite his warning.

I step off the bed and open the door listening closely.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" i hear him ask

I don't hear the other response as i move closer. I do see the flicker of the man's gun on his hip.

He looks at me and then to Colton.
"Ahh, i can see why you took her. I wonder if she is as tasty as she looks. Just remember we have a mission we have to do regardless of her."

"Yes, Im your boss here. If i ever hear you talk about Hannah like that again I will cut your tongue out and feed it to you, i should be able to take her with me very soon. Don't come to my house like this again."

He slams the door and looks at me I see him walk up the stairs he shakes his head in disappointment.

"I told you to stay put Hannah, next time i tell you something you listen or i will spank your ass," he tells me sternly.

I nod feeling my lip quiver at the harshness of his tone.

He climbed in beside me again, pulling me close once more

"You okay?" he asked, his fingers brushing my cheek softly, his gaze searching mine.

I nodded. "Yeah, I just... I thought something bad was going to happen."

His lips quirked into a small smile. "Not while I'm here," he whispered, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "You're safe."