I start to unbutton his shirt, but give up and pull it apart, sending buttons scattering everywhere.
“Yeah,” he says into my mouth. “I knew it would be this way.” He moves a fraction, giving me access. My hands land on his skin, and it’s like fire. It’s smooth and taut, but so damn hot to the touch. A large hand cradles the back of my neck. Fingers glide through my hair. He grinds on me, lifts me off my feet so I can wrap both legs around him. He takes me out of the kitchen, but I’m too lost in our kiss to think further. Then, he drops me on a couch, and he lands on top of me.
My shirt gets thrown above my head, and since I’m braless, his mouth latches onto a nipple. I throw my head back and moan at the sensation. He’s rough, but gentle. He’s heavy on top of me, but I like how he feels.
I don’t know how he does it, but moments later, I’m naked, and one of my legs gets thrown over his shoulder right before he buries his face between my legs. His tongue swipes against my clit, and I let out a sound foreign to my own ears.
He devours me, taking my body to heights and places I never knew existed. Granted, it’s been about a year and a half since I was with anyone, but I’ve never been ravished like this.
I come on his face without any embarrassment. I shudder and yell out nonsense. I hear the clinking of his belt buckle and thesound of his clothes hitting the floor. Next, I hear the sound of plastic being torn before he spreads my legs and enters my body like it’s his right.
He takes me hard and fast. He pounds into me. My fingers rake along his back, marking him, but he doesn’t seem to care, and neither do I. His mouth lands on mine, swallowing my sounds. He fucks me into another orgasm, and just when I think he’s going to go over the edge with me, he pulls out and stands me up. He positions me over the couch, grabs my hips so that my ass sticks out. He fills me again, and I throw my head back. One hand wraps around my waist to keep me steady, and the other covers and squeezes my breast.
It doesn’t take him long to find his release and call my name.
Chapter 3
Cori
No sound comes from either of us. There’s only silence in the room. Not even that monster he calls a pet makes a sound. He lets me go. My legs no longer support me, and I fall on the couch. A very expensive piece of furniture, which is now soiled from the remnants of my orgasm.
The shame hits almost immediately. I don’t look in his direction as I find my clothes and put them back on.
I just fucked the leader of a money laundering operation. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. At least now he’ll let me go. Maybe this was the point he wanted to prove. He didn’t force me. I wanted it as much as he did, if not more.
I stand by the door and wait for him to let me out. I have no idea where I am, but I’m sure I can find my way. He returns to the kitchen, washes his hands, and then resumes cooking.
“I’d like to leave, please.” I was once told that if you sound authoritative and confident, others will believe you, and since my baby voice didn’t work, this might be a better option.
“Sit. I’m making dinner.” He gestures to the island. “This is around the time you would eat while sitting in your car, although your choices are really unhealthy. You ate an entire pizza once, but that was better than the bag of Cheeto Puffs you ate last week.”
My confident demeanor drops at his words.
“Yeah. I’ve been watching you, watching me. It’s been fun. I learned a lot about you. Your nutrition is terrible, so we have to change that.” He cranes his neck to look at me. “Gotta keep you healthy, Bella.” He tsks and shakes his head. “I also notice that you change your hairstyle every few days. You’re very dedicated to your tasks. The only time you left me alone was when your mother called you.”
Something starts to sizzle in a skillet. He uses a wooden spoon to stir it as if he didn’t just admit to stalking me.
“You’ve been stalking me?” I ask, aghast.
He nods. “For almost as long as you’ve been stalking me. It’s really broken up the minutia of my day-to-day.” He chuckles. “I’m so glad I caught the interest of one as beautiful as you.” He puts the spoon down, walks to me, and puts both hands on my shoulders. I try to shrug him away. “Really, though, what were you thinking? That kind of game is dangerous. I could be a complete nutcase. You’re lucky I’m not.” He tsks like he’s disappointed. He taps my nose with his index finger before he lifts me off my feet and puts me back on the chair in the kitchen island. He pours me a fresh glass of wine and places a fruit platter in front of me. “Much healthier than junk food. Eat, Bella. You’re going to need your strength.” He kisses my cheek like it’s the most normal thing in the world. I jerk away from him.
“Need my strength for what?” I ask once his words register. “Are you going to play some sick, twisted game?” Panic sets in again. “Are you going to kill me?”
“Bella,” he chides. “That hurts, sweetheart. I’ve never hurt or killed a woman in my life. My mother raised me better than that.” He shakes his head as if he’s sad. “What I meant was that I want more of what we had on the couch. Maybe in a bed with dimmed lights and some soft R&B playing overhead. A little Luther Vandross.”
“Who?” I shake my head, unsure of what this crazy fuck is talking about.
“You calling my name.” I swallow at the imagery and picture him in the shower or in the bathtub with water glistening all over that supple, brown skin.
“I don’t want any of that. I want to leave.” I try to sound authoritative again, but I don’t think I succeed.
“Sorry, but no.” He has the nerve to tap my nose again. I slap his hand. “You set this into motion, and you’re going to see it through.” He lifts a kiwi and puts it to my lips, and I knock it away.
“I did not set being kidnapped by a maniac into motion! And I’m not eating or drinking.”
“Maniac?” He shakes his head again. “You are being so hurtful when all I’ve done is offer you expensive wine and organic fruit while I cook your dinner.”
“I don’t want any of that. What I want is to get out of here!” I snap. I go so far as to slam my hand on the counter.
