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Chapter Seven: Bound by Desire

The night air was thick with tension, a quiet storm brewing between them. Elena stood frozen, her body still tingling from Adrian's kiss, her mind spinning in chaos. She should have walked away, should have stopped this before it spiraled further out of control.

But it was already too late.

The moment she had let herself fall into his arms, into his kiss, into the undeniable heat between them, she had sealed her fate.

Adrian had claimed her with just a touch, just a look, just a whisper.

And she was helpless against it.

She took a slow step back, her heart hammering in her chest. "I need time to think."

Adrian's dark eyes held hers, a smirk curling at his lips. He knew.

He knew there was no thinking her way out of this. No logic that could erase what had already begun.

But he didn't stop her. He didn't pull her back. He simply let her go, his voice smooth yet filled with an unshakable certainty.

"I'll give you time, Elena," he said. "But don't fool yourself. We both know how this ends."

Her breath caught, and she turned away, fleeing before she lost herself completely.

But even as she stepped out into the cool night air, she could still feel him—his touch lingering like fire on her skin, his words carving themselves deep into her heart.

And deep down, she knew he was right.

The War Within

For days, Elena tried to bury herself in work.

She threw herself into meetings, ignored Adrian's calls, and convinced herself that distance would erase the feelings that had taken root.

But no matter how hard she tried to shut him out, he was everywhere.

In the scent of her perfume—the very one he had once complimented.

In the lingering warmth on her skin whenever she remembered the way he touched her.

In the quiet moments of the night, when she lay awake replaying his words, his kiss, his promise.

It was driving her insane.

And worse… she knew Adrian wasn't the kind of man to wait forever.

He would give her space, but only for so long.

And when he came back for her, he wouldn't ask.

He would take.

Because that was the kind of man he was.

And God help her… she wanted him to.

An Offer She Can't Refuse

It was nearly midnight when her phone buzzed.

Adrian.

She should have ignored it.

She didn't.

Her fingers trembled as she answered, her voice barely steady. "Adrian."

His deep, velvet voice slid through the phone like sin. "You've been avoiding me."

Her breath caught. "I've been busy."

Silence.

Then—his dark chuckle.

"Elena," he murmured, "you forget who you're talking to. You can lie to yourself all you want, but don't lie to me."

Her fingers tightened around the phone. "What do you want?"

Another pause.

Then, his voice dropped lower. Dangerous. Tempting. Unrelenting.

"I want you to meet me. Right now."

Her heart slammed against her ribs. "Adrian, I—"

"It's not a request."

She swallowed hard. "Where?"

"Penthouse suite. One hour."

And just like that, he hung up.

The Night That Changed Everything

Elena should have said no.

She should have stayed home.

But her body moved on its own, drawn to him like a moth to the flame.

An hour later, she stood outside Adrian's penthouse, her pulse racing. The doors slid open the moment she stepped forward, as if he had been waiting.

And when she walked inside, she knew she had walked straight into a trap.

The lights were dim, the city skyline stretching endlessly behind the floor-to-ceiling windows. Adrian stood at the bar, a glass of whiskey in his hand, watching her with that predatory gaze that made her knees weak.

"Elena," he said smoothly. "You came."

She forced herself to lift her chin. "You didn't give me much of a choice."

His smirk deepened. "You always have a choice. You just never seem to choose walking away from me."

Her breath hitched.

Damn him.

Adrian took a slow step forward, his presence overwhelming. "Tell me, Elena," he murmured, his eyes locking onto hers with deadly precision. "Are you still running?"

She opened her mouth, but no words came out.

Because how could she lie when the truth was written all over her face?

She wasn't running.

She was standing right here.

Waiting for him.

Wanting him.

Needing him.

And Adrian knew it.

Surrendering to the Inevitable

Without another word, Adrian closed the distance between them, his hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair from her face.

His touch was light. Gentle. But his eyes… they were anything but.

"Elena," he whispered, "stop fighting this."

Her pulse roared in her ears. "I don't know how."

His lips brushed against her forehead, slow and deliberate. A promise. A warning.

"Then let me teach you."

Before she could protest, before she could think, Adrian crushed his lips against hers, and the world shattered around them.

The kiss was nothing like before.

It was deeper, hungrier, more dangerous.

It was the kind of kiss that stripped away every last piece of control.

Adrian pulled her against him, his body solid and warm, his hands gripping her waist as if anchoring her to reality.

She gasped against his mouth, and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue sliding against hers in a slow, devastating dance.

"Elena," he murmured against her lips, his voice rough with need.

She clung to him, losing herself in him, in the fire, in the gravity of what they were becoming.

And for the first time, she stopped fighting.

She let herself fall.

And Adrian?

He caught her.

Just like he promised he would.

To Be Continued....