Claimed By A Criminal

CHAPTER 8

The cramped quarters of Holly’s room felt suffocating even before Shane gently deposited Emilia onto the bed. The stark white walls, devoid of any personal touch, seemed to press inwards, amplifying the intimacy of the situation. A small, modest cupboard huddled in the corner, a silent observer of the drama about to unfold. The air crackled with unspoken emotions, a stark contrast to the sterile neatness of the surroundings.

Torn at the shoulder, Emilia’s dress revealed a glimpse of her creamy skin, a delicate white bra barely containing the swell of her right breast. The rip teased more than it showed, hinting at the slender curve of her waist. The sight sent a primal yearning surging through Shane. His gaze lingered on the exposed flesh, captivated by the subtle promise it held.

Unable to resist the siren song of her beauty, Shane found himself drawn towards the bed, his breath catching in his throat. His eyes burned into hers with a heat that mirrored the storm of desire raging within him. Each ragged breath echoed in the stifling silence, a testament to the raw emotions churning beneath the surface.

Trembling fingers, betraying his racing heart, reached out to trace the gentle curve of Emilia’s waist. The touch sent a bolt of electricity through him, igniting a fiery trail of sensation across his own skin. He moved slowly upwards, his fingertips dancing a tantalizing path over the soft fabric of her bra. The thin material offered scant resistance, allowing him to feel the warmth and softness of her skin beneath. Goosebumps erupted on his arms as his thumb grazed the peak of her n****e through the lace.

Lost in the intoxicating pull of her, Shane continued his exploration. His fingertips trailed upwards, delicately following the smooth column of her neck. The velvety texture sent shivers down his spine. He brushed her lips with a feather-light touch, a tender caress that ignited a spark within him. Drawing his thumb back to his own mouth, he mimicked the kiss, a wicked smirk playing on his lips as he savored the phantom taste of her.

Oblivious to the world around him, Shane remained fixated on Emilia, his senses overwhelmed by her allure. Little did he notice the figure framed by the doorway. Holly stood there, frozen in shock, a silent observer of the tableau before her. Jealousy, a venomous serpent, coiled itself tightly around her heart, its icy grip constricting her breath. Each flicker of desire in Shane’s gaze, each whispered touch on Emilia’s skin, was a fresh barb digging into her already wounded pride.

With a soft rap on the door, a stark counterpoint to the storm brewing within her, Holly announced her presence. Her voice, deceptively calm, masked the turmoil threatening to erupt. Slowly, she pushed the door open, stepping into the room. Her demeanor was polite, the picture of forced composure, but the fire in her eyes betrayed the tempestuous emotions churning beneath the surface. Behind her stood Daniel, accompanied by a doctor, their arrival completely unnoticed by Shane, whose focus remained laser-sharp on the captivating form on the bed.

The sudden intrusion startled Shane from his reverie. He fumbled hastily, pulling the blanket up to cover Emilia’s exposed skin, a desperate attempt to shield the scene from prying eyes. His voice strained as he invited the newcomers. " Come inside......., " he offered, his gaze, however, remaining fixed on Emilia, a silent plea in his eyes for her to awaken from her slumber.

As the doctor began his examination of Emilia’s injuries, Shane stood awkwardly by, his mind a tangled mess of worry and desire. The doctor’s words seemed to fade into background noise, his focus solely on Emilia’s well-being. Each wince she made elicited a pang of concern in his chest, a silent vow forming on his lips to protect her at all costs.

Once the doctor and Daniel had departed, leaving behind an unsettling silence in their wake, Shane turned to Holly. Her face was a mask of forced composure, her eyes burning with a cold fury. He noticed the rigidity in her posture, the way her hands clenched into fists at her sides. Shane instructed Holly to attend to Emilia's needs and left, leaving them alone.

Holly’s heart felt heavy as she approached the bed. The sight of Emilia, so innocent and vulnerable, fanned the flames of jealousy within her. With a forced smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, she rummaged through the cupboard, selecting a simple nightgown. Her movements were deliberate, each action a carefully constructed facade meant to hide the turmoil churning within.

As she neared the bed with a bowl of water and a sponge, her movements became sharper, a reflection of the bitter envy gnawing at her soul. With each swipe of the sponge, Holly’s resentment bubbled closer to the surface.

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In a grand mansion, a sense of unease settled after Shane left Holly alone with the young girl. Hours ticked by, and Shane, sequestered in his office, found a semblance of peace as he worked on his laptop. Disrupting his tranquility, Daniel, knuckles rapping a light tattoo on the door, received permission to enter.

" Mr William is here to see you, sir....., " Daniel announced, his gaze lingering on Shane, still engrossed in his computer.

A curt nod from Shane was all the response Daniel received. " Send him in......, " Shane commanded, his voice devoid of warmth.

Mr William, a close confidant of Shane's father, Mr Roger, had been a fixture in Shane's life since childhood. William's daughter, Ava, was a childhood friend of Shane's. Ava, harboring a secret affection for Shane, made her feelings abundantly clear through her expressive glances. Mr. William, ever the strategist, had long desired a union between Shane and his daughter, but Shane never saw Ava as anything more than a companion.

" Shane! " Boomed William, his voice thick with joyous surprise as he entered the office.

Rising from his chair, Shane offered William a hearty embrace. The evening unfolded with a shared meal, conversation flowing effortlessly between business ventures, cherished memories, and the carefree days of their youth. An invitation extended by William – a birthday celebration for Ava planned for the following week – was readily accepted by Shane.

As the clock struck eleven, William remained entrenched in conversation with Shane, their figures silhouetted against the hallway light. A parting hug, William's grip lingering a touch too long, marked the end of their visit. Shane escorted his uncle to the entrance, their steps echoing in the stillness of the night.

A final farewell, a wave, a smile, and William climbed into his car, the engine roaring to life before disappearing into the darkness. Shane lingered for a moment, his gaze fixed on the departing taillights, a solitary figure against the vast expanse of the night.

Turning on his heel, Shane retraced his steps, heading back towards the mansion. As he ascended the grand staircase, his path took him past the room where he had left the young girl. An insidious thought, a desire to defile her innocence, wormed its way into his mind.

" I must touch her....., " he chanted internally, a twisted mantra. " Once I succumb to this urge, these thoughts will cease. She's nothing but a little tart, a mere plaything for my amusement. " Shane desperately tried to convince himself that the girl was nothing more than a pawn in his twisted game.

A predatory grin stretched across his face as he approached the room, the doorknob yielding to his touch. But the room was empty. No trace of the girl remained. Panic clawed at Shane's throat. He embarked on a frantic search, flinging open drawers, and peering beneath the bed, his efforts proving futile.

" Holly! " He roared, his voice laced with fury.

" Holly! " He bellowed once more, his voice echoing through the empty halls.

Holly, fear etched on her face, materialized in the doorway, tears welling up in her eyes. "What is it, Master?" she stammered, her voice barely a whisper.

In a lightning-fast move, Shane lunged for Holly, his hand wrapping itself around her throat, squeezing with a vice-like grip. Holly gasped for air, her face contorting in pain as the color drained from her cheeks.

" Where is the girl? " Shane roared, his voice hoarse with barely contained rage.

Holly, on the verge of losing consciousness, could only manage a choked whisper, " I...don't...know..."

Just as Shane tightened his grip, a voice sliced through the tension-filled air. " Boss........, " Daniel announced, his voice sharp with urgency.

Startled by the unexpected intrusion, Shane loosened his hold on Holly, his head whipping around to face Daniel. Shock, a raw and primal emotion, washed over him.

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