All Chapters of Under His Command : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Riley’s POVI couldn’t move. For a long moment, the only sound in the room was my own shallow breathing, mixed with the faint hum of the chandelier above us. My eyes were locked on Jaxon, whose head was still tilted slightly from the force of his father’s punch.What the hell had I just witnessed? Arthur’s voice cut through the silence, sharp and commanding as ever. “You think you can speak to me like that, Jaxon? After everything I’ve done for you? I should’ve known better than to expect gratitude from you, but I didn’t think even you would sink this low.” Jaxon turned his head slowly, his dark eyes blazing with fury. He took a step toward his father, his entire body radiating rage. For a second, I thought he was going to let it go. Then his hands turned into fists, and I realized with a jolt of panic that he wasn’t. “Jaxon, don’t!” I shouted, stepping between them just as Jaxon’s arm pulled back. My hands shot out, pressing firmly against his chest to stop him. He was

Riiley’s POVThe kiss deepened, Jaxon’s hands pulling me closer as if he was afraid I might slip away. I steadied myself on the chair to avoid falling but I didn't have much space to move because of jaxon's muscular arms being wrapped around me.His lips were demanding yet gentle, a strange mix of urgency and restraint that made my head spin. His fingers tangled in my hair, tilting my face up to meet his. I should have stopped him, should have remembered all the reasons why this was a bad idea, but in that moment, logic drowned in the intensity of his touch.It was as if I was under a spell and I wasn't sure if I wanted to be out of it just yet.Being here with him, no matter how much of an asshole he is, made me feel things I could quite explain.“Riley,” he murmured against my lips, his voice low and breathless. It wasn’t a question, but a plea. One that unraveled me completely.He wanted me to give myself completely to him without anymore of my restraints but that task would be

Riley's POV The moment I stepped into my apartment, exhaustion hit me like a tidal wave and I almost couldn't wait to lay down, allowing sleep to take me away.My legs felt heavy, my head spun with fatigue, and my thoughts were a jumbled mess. Last night’s events replayed in fragmented loops—Jaxon’s touch, his lips, the warmth of his body against mine. “Stop it, Riley,” I muttered under my breath, shaking my head to remove the memories. I closed the door behind me and locked it, leaning against it for a brief moment before dragging myself toward the bathroom. I wasn't supposed to be thinking about such things, mostly because it wasn't right for me to have even considered being intimate with Jaxon anymore.I still haven't forgiven him for what he did to Eric, twice, and here I was, having sex with him as if to congratulate him for a job well done."I guess he deserved it because of how badly his night had turned out. I mean, he needed a break from his awful father" I said to mysel

Jaxon's POV I stood at the doorway, my sharp, calculating eyes fixed on Riley.Riley looked distressed, his face pale, his lips pressed into a tight line as though holding back a torrent of emotions. A sound—faint but unmistakable—came from within the house. My gaze flicked past Riley’s shoulder, and there he was: Eric, sitting rigidly on a chair, his eyes blazing with barely-contained fury. Interesting.I immediately understood I had stepped into something volatile, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t about to let the chaos stop mr from speaking to Riley. Last night had been... electric. Whatever feelings Riley might have been denying, I had seen the truth in every touch, every gasp. I wasn’t leaving without a conversation. “Riley,” I began, my tone smooth but firm, “we need to talk.” Riley shifted uncomfortably, clearly aware of the tension hanging in the air like a storm cloud. “Jaxon, now’s not a good time.” Eric, who hadn’t taken his eyes off me, let out a dry, humorless laugh

Riley's POV Weeks had passed since Jaxon had ended our agreement, and I couldn’t deny the newfound sense of freedom. No more annoying messages summoning me at odd hours, no more tense dinners where every word felt like a gamble. No more having to deal with his manipulative and annoying father who was actually just an evil person.It just felt like I had gotten my life back and I was now the only one in control of everything that happened, instead of feeling like I was a puppet being moved around by strings.Yet, amidst this freedom, there was something hollow, like the echo of a song that had once filled the room but now only lingered in memory. It seemed like something was missing, something that always kept me on my toes and sort of gave me purpose, a reason to keep on fighting.I couldn't exactly explain it so I did my best to push such alien feelings down into the depths of mind so as not to ponder too much on it.The last thing I needed was to be too distracted to do what I n