Her Capture,His Desire

Chapter 11

                                 Emily's POV
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I suddenly jolted awake with a gasp,my heart racing. I sat up on the bed,my eyes darting around the room as if expecting to find some danger lurking in the shadows.

It took me a moment to recognize my surroundings and remember where I was. My breathing slowly turned to normal, but my heart still racing from the sudden awakening.

I look around the room, taking in the now familiar surroundings. The bed was still unmade,the sheets and blankets tangled from my restless sleep. The curtains are drawn, allowing a silver of sunlight to leak through.

Memories of the previous day flood back and I couldn't help but feel a pang of anxiety and fear. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing thoughts and emotions.

It's another day and I had no idea what it would bring. I slid out of bed,my bare feet hitting the cold floor, and start to make the bed. It's become a mindless routine for me,it helped to ground me and give me a sense of control over my situation.

As I finished making the bed,I headed towards the bathroom,eager to wash off the lingering fatigue and anxiety from the previous night. The bathroom is large and luxurious, with white tiles and chrome features.

I peeled off my clothes and stepped into the shower, turning on the water and letting the warm spray wash over me. The water was soothing and helped to ease some of my tension,but I couldn't shake the feeling of uneasiness that settled in my chest.

As I stood under the shower,my mind started to wander, thinking about what the day might bring. I washed my hair and body and by the time I stepped out of the shower I felt more alert and refreshed. I wrapped myself in a towel, taking a moment to look at my reflection in the mirror.

My eyes were tired and there was a hint of anxiety in my expression that I couldn't quite hide. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for whatever was about to come.

Feeling a bit prepared,I emerged from the bathroom,my hair damp and a towel tied wrapped around my body. As I entered the bedroom,I was surprised to see Anthony sitting at the edge of the bed,he looks up at me,his expression unreadable.

I noticed the way he looked at me, his gaze intense and yet strangely possessive. I wrapped the towel tighter around myself, feeling exposed and vulnerable under his scrutiny.

He says nothing at first, simply continuing to watch me, his expression carefully neutral. Finally he speaks, his voice low and smooth.

“Come here.”

I hesitated for a moment, but something in his tone made me obey. I slowly walked over to him,my heart racing. I stop a few feet away from him,still holding the towel around my body.

Anthony, stands up from the bed and steps closer to me, his movements slow and deliberate. He reaches out and starts twirling my damp hair around his fingers,his touch surprisingly gently.

“You're up early...” he says,his voice low and quiet.

I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his gaze and touch. I couldn't help but feel nervous, standing in front of him, with only a towel. I could feel the heat of his body and the intensity of his presence is almost overwhelming.

He continued to play with my hair,his touch light yet possessive.
“I couldn't sleep...” he says, his voice low and contemplative.
“I don't usually sleep...not much anyway. But this time it was different,I was thinking ...” he trails off for a moment,his gaze never leaving my face.

I wasn't sure of what to say, so I simply waited for him to continue. I could see the wheels turning in his mind and wondered what was going on in his head.