Chapter 37 Not Your Plaything
Chapter 37 Not Your Plaything
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Eleanor felt her breath become shallow, and her struggles grew weaker with each passing
moment.
But even so, Elijah remained relentless, only stopping when a humiliating sound escaped her lips.
Looking down at her from above, he growled, “Was that an irrelevant noise?”
Shame washed over Eleanor as she seized the nearest coffee cup and hurled it at him.
He seemed to have anticipated it, not even flinching as the coffee splashed across his face and clothes, his expression cold and unreadable.
“I’m not your plaything. Let me go, Eleanor said.
Elijah shook the water off his hand and, tightening his grip on her waist, raised an eyebrow. “Whose plaything doesn’t listen? First, you bite, then you hit, and now you’re throwing coffee.
Let go
of me.” Eleanor’s face burned with anger as she glared at his hand on her waist. Her struggles had caused her top to ride up, revealing a strip of smooth, bare skin. And Elijah’s hand rested there.
Though she hated to admit it, her skin was incredibly sensitive in that area.
One touch, and it was like electricity shot through her, leaving her trembling uncontrollably.
Noticing this, Elijah’s eyes darkened, and he leaned in slightly. A drop of coffee from his collar fell onto her exposed stomach.
Eleanor shuddered, more visibly this time.
Elijah’s gaze turned predatory as he watched her desire gleaming darkly in his eyes. “Just like that night… still as sensitive.”
“I didn’t say that,” Eleanor shot back, her voice tight.
“Really? Because that night, you certainly didn’t say that,” he chuckled, a wicked glint in his expression.
His thumb, adorned with a signet ring, casually traced a drop of coffee on her belly. It was a strange, yet strangely satisfying touch.
Eleanor’s stomach tightened, and a soft gasp escaped her lips, only to have Elijah silence it
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with his mouth.
Suddenly, a loud knock echoed from the door.
“Eleanor, are you in there?”
It was Jaxen.
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Eleanor froze, panic spreading through her vein. But Elijah narrowed his eyes and, holding her in his arms, walked toward the door.
Eleanor gripped him desperately, terrified of what he might do next. He kissed her harder, his hands roaming freely over her skin, while only a door separated them from Jaxen.
Eleanor’s humiliation and helplessness were overwhelming, but she could only plead with her eyes for Elijah to stop.
Jaxen knocked again, his voice growing more concerned. “Eleanor? Are there?
ou okay in Why’s the door locked? Is something wrong?”
With each knock, the tension built. If this continued, others would surely be alerted.
Eleanor, frantic, grabbed Elijah’s collar, her heart pounding in her chest.
Finally, just as Jaxen was about to call for help, Elijah released her, whispering in her ear, “I’ll let you go… for now.”
Eleanor quickly slipped away from him, snatching the coffee beans from the floor and taking a deep breath as she opened the door.
“Jaxen, I’m fine. I accidentally locked the door when I came in.”
“You weren’t answering. I got worried,” Jaxen said, concern in his voice.
“I was just up on a ladder, getting something. Didn’t want to lose my balance, Eleanor explained quickly, trying to sound normal.
Jaxen studied her flushed face, worry creasing his brow. “Your face is so red. Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I just got a little flustered running here,” she said, shaking her head.
“Well, take it easy. Let’s go grab some coffee,” Jaxen suggested, trying to comfort her.
“Okay,” she replied, her voice faint.
As they walked out of the coffee room, Eleanor stole a glance at Elijah. He was leaning.
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casually against the wall, twirling a signet ring, his posture lazy but still dangerous.
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She couldn’t afford to linger. With a quick motion, she slammed the door shut and hurried
away.
While Jaxen prepared coffee in the kitchen, Eleanor stepped out to the backyard to catch her breath and calm her racing heart.
Jaxen handed her a plate of fresh fruit, his eyes still on her, sensing something was off.
“Something on your mind?” he asked, concerned,
“No, nothing.” Eleanor replied, though her unease was palpable.
She popped a cherry into her mouth, but the sweetness was tainted by the lingering memory of Elijah’s touch, and her appetite vanished.
Watching Jaxen’s concerned expression, she couldn’t help but think of the rumors she’d heard, growing more anxious with each passing moment.
Carefully, she asked, “Jaxen, is there some sort of history between you and Elijah?”
“Now that he’s the head of the family, he’s cold and calculating in his decisions, but he’s always treated our family well. Why do you ask?” Jaxen replied, confused.
“I’m just curious… it seems like he always sends you abroad,” Eleanor added.
“Just training. If I were as good as him, I wouldn’t need to train for so long, Jaxen joked, trying to lighten the mood.
Eleanor didn’t press further.
When the coffee was ready, she carried it into the living room, but Jaxen’s eyes never left her.
