Page 13 of Trapped By the Cartel

For a long moment, we remained locked in silence, neither backing down nor giving in. Then, finally, Elliot's shoulders slumped ever so slightly, and he looked away, breaking eye contact.

It wasn't submission—not yet—but it was a start.

"We'll discuss your… position further later," I said, turning away from him and walking towards the door. "Until then, I suggest you find yourself someplace comfortable to rest. You've had quite the ordeal."

I could see the confusion in his eyes. He was wondering why I wasn't going to give him a room to stay in for the time being. And the answer to that was very simple as I actually wanted him to crash in my room.

Elliot stood rooted to the spot, shock etched into every line of his delicate features. For a fleeting moment, I thought I saw fear flicker in his eyes—a vulnerability that made me want to pull him close, protect him from whatever demons haunted his past. But then, almost instantly, his gaze hardened, his chin defiantly.

"Why do you play these games, Damon?" His voice shook with suppressed emotion, but there was steel in his spine now, a fire igniting in those hazel depths. "What do you hope to gain by treating me like this?"

I leaned against the desk, feigning nonchalance even as my heart pounded in my chest. Fuck, the kid had guts. More than I'd given him credit for, apparently.

"What games would those be, Elliot?" I asked casually, though I knew precisely what he meant. The sudden shift in dynamics intrigued me. Challenged me. And I never backed down from a challenge. It wasn't in my nature to do that.

"You know damn well what I'm talking about," he snapped, stepping closer until barely a foot separated us. His scent engulfed me, that tantalizing blend of omega musk and something uniquely him. It took considerable effort not to groan aloud, not to haul him against me and claim him here and now.

His proximity affected me, but I couldn't let him see that. Not yet. So I arched an eyebrow instead, affecting boredom. "Enlighten me."

His hands clenched into fists at his sides, the knuckles turning white with the force of his grip. Yet, his voice remained steady, unwavering. "Your hot-and-cold act. One minute you're all charm and smiles, the next you're cold and distant. You pushme away, then you reel me back in. What gives you the right to treat me like this?"

To be honest, I couldn't remember doing that often, but I admired his audacity, truly I did. But I also knew I could use this moment to my advantage. To show him exactly how powerless he was against me. Against the raw, primal attraction simmering between us.

In a swift, fluid motion, I pushed off from the desk and closed the distance between us. My hand shot up, cupping the side of his face, holding him in place as I leaned in, pressing my lips roughly against his.

He stiffened for a brief instant, surprise and disbelief flashing across his expression. Then, to my immense satisfaction, he melted into the kiss, his body relaxing against mine, his lips parting beneath the pressure of my own.

Fuck, he tasted exquisite. Sweet and yielding, yet with a spark of fight that I loved. It was exactly the taste I was hoping to feel.

I deepened the kiss, tangling my tongue with his, swallowing his startled gasp. He whimpered softly, his fingers gripping my shirt, pulling me closer. He wanted more of me, and there was no denying it.

When I finally pulled back, his lips glistening and swollen, I watched as realization dawned in his eyes. Horror and embarrassment replacing the dazed lust that had been there mere moments ago.

"What the fuck?" Elliot snapped, pulling away abruptly and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, as if trying to erase the evidence of our shared desire. However, it was a pointless gesture.

"Don't 'what the fuck' me, omega," I retorted. "You enjoyed that as much as I did. Maybe even more," I winked.

Heat flared in his cheeks, embarrassment warring with anger in his expressive hazel eyes. He opened his mouth to protest, but I cut him off before he could utter another word.

"I can smell your arousal, Elliot," I pointed out cruelly, relishing the way his flush deepened at my blunt observation. "And don't think I didn't notice how eagerly you kissed me back." I paused, letting the harsh truth sink in. "Deny it all you want, but we both know it felt good."

He looked away, unable or unwilling to meet my gaze any longer. But I wasn't done with him yet. No, far from it. This game, this party of dominance and submission, was just beginning.

"Tell me, Elliot," I murmured, leaning in close enough for my breath to fan over his ear. "If I were to slide my hand between your legs right now, would I find you hard and ready? Dripping pre-cum?"

His sharp intake of breath betrayed him, but he stubbornly refused to acknowledge the validity of my question. Instead, he crossed his arms defensively over his chest, attempting to create some semblance of a barrier between us. And of course, it wasn't working.

"This changes nothing," he declared, his voice tight with barely suppressed emotions. "I still refuse to be treated like this—like some object you can toy with whenever it suits you."

A dark chuckle escaped me. "Oh, darling boy," I whispered, tracing the edge of his jawline with my fingertips, reveling in the shiver that ran through him despite his best efforts to remain stoic. "This changes everything. Because now I know what you really want. Now I know how you respond."

I leaned back, studying him intently, enjoying the way his chest rose and fell rapidly as he struggled to maintain control over his erratic breathing.

I understood how he was feeling. I had felt like that during a complicated time when I was younger.

His pupils were dilated, his skin flushed—the physical signs of his desire clear for anyone with half a brain to interpret.

"And mark my words, little omega," I continued, my voice hardening with resolve. "I will have you. I will take you in every imaginable way, and you will beg for more by the time I'm finished with you. And when that happens, you'll thank me for giving you what you truly crave."

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