Elenas Final Act of Submission I need him to trust me again.
Elena whispered the words to herself, staring at her reflection in the massive gilded mirror of Rafaels bedroom.
The face looking back at her was unreadable, carefully composedbut beneath the surface, her heart pounded.
She had to do this.
There was no other way.
Taking a deep breath, she smoothed her silk robe down her thighs, adjusting the delicate lace underneath.
Rafael liked her like thissoft, feminine, entirely his.
The thought made her stomach churn, but she forced herself to push it aside.
She stepped into the dimly lit hallway, her bare feet silent against the cool marble floors.
The penthouse was quiet, the city lights outside casting long shadows through the massive windows.
Rafael was in his office, sipping whiskey, staring out over the skyline like he owned the entire world.
She knew he heard her before she even spoke.
Still, she made her voice small.
Vulnerable.
Rafael.
He didnt turn right away, letting the silence stretch, making her wait.
Then, slowly, he turned his head, his dark eyes locking onto hers.
She swallowed hard, stepping forward until she was close enough to smell the whiskey on his breath.
Im sorry, she whispered, lowering her gaze.
Rafael leaned back against his desk, studying her.
Are you? Elena nodded, letting her voice waver just enough.
I was scared.
I let fear cloud my judgment.
She exhaled shakily.
But I see it now.
I see how much you love me.
How much youve done for me.
She lifted her eyes to his, knowing exactly how to make them shine with guilt, regret.
I dont want to run anymore.
Rafael said nothing.
His expression was unreadable.
Elena hesitated, then took another step closer.
I need you, she whispered, letting her fingers trail down his arm.
I miss you.
She saw the shift in his eyes.
The hunger.
The satisfaction.
And she knew she had him.
The moment Rafael pulled her against him, she melted into him like she belonged there.
She tilted her head just so, letting his lips find her neck, his hands sliding possessively over her body.
It took everything in her not to flinch.

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She tilted her head back, allowing a soft sigh to escape her lips.Make him believe it.
Make him believe you want this.
I hate fighting with you, she murmured, her fingers running through his dark hair.
I just want to be yours again.
Rafael pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with something unreadable.
You are mine, mi amor.
His thumb brushed her bottom lip.
You just forgot for a little while.
She smiledsoft, sweet, utterly false.
Then remind me.
It was the final move in the game.
The moment she surrendered completely, offering herself on a silver platter.
And Rafael, in his arrogance, believed her.
He kissed her, deep and possessive, as if reclaiming her.
Elena let him.
She let him take control, let him believe he had won.
Because this was the only way to get close enough to destroy him.
Later, as they lay tangled in sheets of silk, Rafael traced lazy circles on her bare shoulder.
The city lights flickered outside, casting shadows across the room.
Elena kept her breathing slow, controlled, even as her heart pounded.
Rafaels fingers trailed down her spine, his voice smug and satisfied.
If you truly regret everything, then prove it.
She turned her head slightly, her lashes lowering.
How? Rafaels smirk was slow, wicked.
Lets set a wedding date.
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