♥ Chapter 10♥

Dominic Castellano.

10:50 AM – Dominic’s Mansion – Castellano City.

Five days later.

Wednesday.

It had been five long days since I saw those terrified, light brown eyes.

Since I felt that trembling, warm skin beneath my fingers.

Since I heard that shaky, broken voice—begging for his life.

And in those five days, my patience has been tested in every possible way.

The drug operations demanded my constant attention, the arms imports and distributions needed adjustments, and the brothels had the audacity to create problems—thinking they were entitled to more than I allowed.

I kept myself busy, handling every issue, controlling every detail, because nothing in this goddamn country happens without my knowledge.

But even with all these distractions, my mind always circled back to him.

Asher Bennett.

His face had haunted me like an addictive drug—impossible to ignore.

Never in my life had I felt this kind of unstoppable attraction.

The fact that he was a man? Irrelevant.

I never cared before, and now… it doesn’t make a damn difference.

He is mine.

I still hadn’t had time to look at the report Sérgio prepared.

It sat there, untouched on my desk, mocking me—tempting me.

Every time I walked past it, my fingers itched to open it, to devour every single detail about my precious Sojung.

But duty called, and if there’s one thing I despise, it’s dividing my focus between too many things at once.

But today… today, I would finally have time for what really matters.

I had invited my five most loyal men for a meeting—Jack, Sérgio, Lorenzo, Viktor, and Enzo.

Men who had proven their loyalty time and time again—men who knew that every word spoken in that room would never leave it.

Today, they would know.

They would know that I had found someone who belongs to me.

That Asher Bennett is not just a passing distraction.

There was nothing to discuss. Nothing to label.

From the moment I saw him, I knew there was no other path.

He could try to run, try to hide, try to resist.

In the end, he would belong to me.

Because that’s how it should be.

I take what I want.

And I want Asher Bennett.

Never in my life had someone sparked this kind of obsession inside me.

The fear in his eyes that night ignited something dark, something irreversible.

The mixture of terror and beauty, his vulnerability, his innocence—everything about him called to me.

And now, he’s caught in my web.

The mistake was catching my attention.

And because of that, Asher no longer has a choice.

My plan is simple.

First, I’ll read every single page of that report.

I will absorb every detail of his life—where he lives, who he cares about, where he works, what he likes, what he hates.

His past, why he’s here, who the people around him are.

Everything will be mine.

I want to understand him completely.

Because every piece of information will be useful in keeping him under my control.

Under my rule.

After that, I will go to him.

A special invitation for dinner would be the most subtle, civilized approach.

An invitation he cannot refuse.

Something to lure him into my world—to make him step into the web until he realizes there’s no way out.

But if he chooses to make things difficult…

Abducting him would be much more efficient.

The idea excites me.

Keeping him with me.

Forcing him to rely on me for everything.

Every breath. Every step. Every moment—under my absolute rule.

But no.

I will be patient.

I want him to want me.

I want to watch the exact moment he realizes there is no escape.

Furthermore, I pulled a cigarette from my desk drawer, lit it, and took a slow, deep drag, letting the smoke fill the air around me.

Before I could get lost too deeply in my thoughts, a firm knock on the door interrupted my daydream.

"My Lord, your men are waiting for you in the office."

The controlled, respectful voice of my butler echoed from the other side.

I narrowed my eyes, annoyed at the interruption, but kept my voice cold and steady.

"Tell them to wait a few minutes."

"Yes, my Lord." He responded immediately, without hesitation. I heard his footsteps retreating silently down the hall.

I placed the cigarette in the ashtray and rose to my feet with calculated ease—my mind still turning with thoughts I couldn’t shake.

A dark shiver ran through me as the memory of his fear flashed in my mind.

The memory of his parted lips, his trembling body.

I walked into the bathroom, pushing open the dark wooden door and flicking on the soft light.

The large mirror reflected my face, and a slow, sinister smile crept across my lips.

"Soon."

I murmured to my reflection, running my tongue over my lips as I imagined what it would be like to have him beneath me—completely helpless.

I brushed my teeth, my mind already drifting, drowning in the obsession that refused to fade.

Every detail replayed like a drug-induced high.

The faint scent of his skin.

The way his body tensed under my grip.

The warmth of his breath when he begged.

I stepped into the glass shower, twisting the hot water knob.

Steam immediately filled the space, wrapping around me like a suffocating heat.

As the water poured down my body, muscles loosened, but the restless need inside me only grew.

My fingers traveled slowly down my abdomen until they reached the throbbing length between my legs.

Asher’s image consumed me.

I pictured his small hands on me—his innocent, terrified gaze staring up.

His lips parted, trembling.

I closed my eyes, my breath growing heavier.

A low, guttural moan escaped me as I stroked harder, completely immersed in the fantasy.

I pictured him on his knees—lips wet, teary-eyed, caught between fear and reluctant desire.

Each time he tried to pull away, I would grab him by the hair, remind him who he belongs to.

The pleasure built too quickly.

Within minutes, a deep groan rumbled from my chest, my body tightening as I reached my climax.

I leaned against the cold shower wall, my breathing ragged, the hot water washing away the evidence of my desire.

I opened my eyes, body relaxed, but mind restless.

"Just a matter of time, Sojung…"

I whispered, shutting off the water and grabbing a towel to dry off.