All Chapters of Her Game; His Obsession : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Elena’s POVHis hands were on my wrists, pinning them above my head.The leather cuffs were soft against my skin, but firm enough that I couldn’t move, couldn’t escape even if I wanted to.And I didn’t want to.His mouth was already on my throat, sucking it hard, pulling the skin between his lips until I felt the blood rush to the area, it felt like I was getting marked . Then he moved lower until he plopped one of my nipples into his mouth, even though I was wearing a bra with thin material.He sucked it hard, like he was hungry. Saliva dropped from his mouth onto my breast.I arched, a broken sound tearing out of me as he drew the peak deep into his mouth, tongue flicking ruthlessly over the trapped bud while his teeth grazed it. He released it with a wet pop only to attack the other one, sucking even more aggressively, soaking the fabric until it was transparent on my skin.“These are so fucking sensitive,” he growled against my breast, voice thick with lust. “It's already so hard

Elena’s POVMy face was burning.Not from embarrassment…though there was plenty of that…but from the sheer awareness of being carried in Jonathan Hart’s arms like I weighed nothing.He didn’t speak as we rode the elevator back up to the suite. He just held me, his grip firm and steady, like he wasn’t planning on letting go anytime soon. Even though I was clearly okay now.By the time we got inside, I was soaked through, my clothes clung to me uncomfortably, the water from my hair was all over the floor at this point.. Jonathan set me down gently, his hands lingering on my waist for just a moment before he stepped back.“You need to get out of those clothes,” he said, his tone all business. “You’ll catch a cold.”“I’m fine,” I said stubbornly, even though I was shivering.He disappeared into the bedroom and came back a moment later with a thick, oversized shirt…his shirt, judging by the size.“Here,” he said, holding it out to me. “This will be more comfortable than whatever you packe

Elena’s POV“Are you sure you’re okay?”I looked up from my laptop to find Jonathan standing in the doorway of the bedroom, already dressed in one of his perfectly tailored suits, his expression hovering somewhere between concerned and exasperated. “I’m fine,” I said for what had to be the hundredth time in the past five days. “Completely fine. I am already back to normal. No more pain, meaning I’m in a perfect condition to continue tormenting you.”“You said that yesterday.”“And it was true yesterday too.”He studied me for a moment longer, like he was trying to determine if I was lying, then nodded. “We’re meeting the project team in an hour. Are you ready?”“Almost.” I closed my laptop and stood, smoothing down the blazer I’d paired with tailored pants. I arranged my hair in a ponytail smoothing down the braids. “I just need to grab my files.”“I’ll wait in the car.”He walked out the door before I could respond, and I let out a long breath.It has been five days since that night

Jonathan’s POVThe project was going well.Better than well, actually. We were ahead of schedule, the investors were happy, and Lisa’s team was efficient and competent.But Elena…Elena was driving me insane.She’d been cold and distant ever since that first meeting with Lisa. Giving short responses and clipped answers to everything. She wore that polite, professional mask she wore when she wanted to shut me out.I’d tried to talk to her. Multiple times. But every conversation ended the same way…her deflecting, me frustrated, and the tension between us growing thicker.I was sitting on the couch in the suite, reviewing documents, when my phone rang.Lisa.I glanced over at Elena, who was sitting at the desk with her laptop open. She looked up when my phone buzzed, her eyes flicking to the screen.I grabbed it quickly, maybe a little too quickly, and saw her eyebrow raise.“Hello?” I answered, standing and walking toward the balcony.“Jonathan, hi!” Lisa’s voice was bright and warm. “

Jonathan’s POVIt was getting dark, and Elena still wasn’t back.I checked my phone for the hundredth time, scrolling through the messages I’d sent that she’d seen and purposely chosen to ignore.Where are you?Elena, answer your phone.This is ridiculous. Just tell me you’re okay.Nothing.I walked round the suite, with my jaw tight with frustration and a gnawing anxiety that was eating away at my composure, she was making me frustrated as fuck. My chest felt constricted, like someone had wrapped a band around my ribs and was slowly tightening it. Each minute that passed without hearing from her made it worse.This was my fault. I’d been too harsh with her earlier, because I didn’t know how else to deal with what I was feeling. The look on her face when I’d said all the bullshit I said about not having the right to know about my private life…had haunted me ever since.And now she was out there somewhere, upset and alone, and I had no idea where.The thought made my stomach twist with