Page 58 of My Favorite Kidnapper

“What-what are you doing?”

“I want you to see what I see when you come. How beautiful and sexy you are in that moment.”

He slid his hands higher and widened his legs, exposing me fully. “Watch.”

Mesmerized, I did as he instructed. He gathered my hair with one hand, holding my neck to the side as he kissed the skin, his lips teasing and tasting me. He used his other hand, gently teasing me, sliding a finger along my folds and touching my clit with light passes. He met my eyes. “Already wet for me. I love that.”

My eyes fluttered shut as he tapped my clit, slowly circling it. “Open your eyes. Watch. I’m going to make you come quickly, then I’m taking you back to bed and I’m going to fuck you.” He slid a finger inside me, and I watched as he withdrew it, seeing the glistening digit. “Like hot, silken honey,” he whispered. “I love seeing your desire on my skin. I love feeling it.” He added another finger. “Still so tight, Brianna. I can’t tell you how fucking incredible it feels when my cock is inside you. It’s a vise, squeezing me, sucking my come from me.”

His dirty words did something to me. He used his thumb on my clit, swirling it in maddeningly slow circles. He began to move his fingers faster, pushing them in deep, making me cry out as I felt my orgasm beginning to mount.

“Look at us,” he rasped in my ear, going back to my neck. I stared at our reflection. He was a dark shadow hovering over me. I was small compared to him, but I didn’t see myself the way I usually did. I saw what he saw. A woman caught in the throes of passion as he ravished my neck like a bloodthirsty vampire. I was caught up in the moment. My face was flushed, the pink racing down my neck and chest. My back was arched as I tried to ride his hand. He gripped one breast in his large hand, teasing the hard nipple. His other hand played me like a violin, knowing exactly how to touch me and when. “Let go,” he hummed. “Then I’m going to give you my cock. And you’re going to take all of me until I’ve had my fill.”

His words pushed me over the edge, and my orgasm crested. I was unable to look away, our eyes locked in the reflection, his golden stare hypnotic. My mouth hung open, and I cried out his name, bending and pushing to get closer. Higher and higher I rose until I couldn’t take it anymore and I succumbed. I was free-falling from fifty thousand feet, and I didn’t care if I survived the plummet. He turned my head, covering my mouth and kissing me so hard, I was breathless. Lost.

Then he found me. His touch gentled, his arms came around me, and his mouth became adoring. Soft touches, whispered words. He carried me to the bed, laying me out and hovering over me.

“One more, Little Bee. You’re going to give me one more.”

“What if I can’t?”

He slid inside me, and I gasped. He was big, hard, and he felt so good.

“You can.”

He was right.

Chapter Fifteen

BRIANNA

The world the next morning was filled with bright sunshine. The rain had cleared the air, and the sky was blue with only a handful of fluffy white clouds scattered around. I was in Dante’s bed, the blankets pulled up around me. His room was bigger than mine, the bed king-sized and the room masculine. His en suite was massive, with both a bath and a walk-in shower. I could only imagine how large the closet was. His balcony overlooked the back of the house where the pool and garden were located. The room smelled like him, a manly, clean scent with citrus undertones.

I shivered thinking about the pool and what had happened last night. How he’d saved me. Then made love to me. Or had sex. I wasn’t sure which it was for him. I knew how it felt for me. There had been more than passion. There had been underlying emotion—for both of us. Dante was an incredible lover, and I was glad he’d been my first. What happened in front of the mirror… I had no words. Erotic. Educational. So deeply intimate. I saw myself differently. I saw myself the way Dante saw me. I would try to carry that with me.

Beside me, Roomba snoozed, and I stroked her heavy fur. “It all happened because of you,” I muttered. I bent over and kissed her furry head. “Thank you.”

I slid from the bed, a few muscles protesting as I moved. I felt an ache inside, but it wasn’t painful. Simply a reminder of what had transpired last night. A large part of me hoped it would happen again tonight.

I headed to my room and showered, the hot water easing a few aches. I was surprised to see how late it was—I never slept in. Not that I’d had much sleep in the night. Dante had been all over me. And this morning in front of the mirror had been unexpected. Hearing how he saw me was an eye-opener. I pulled on my purple overalls, turning up the cuffs, and picked one of the new shirts. It was flowery and pretty, and I put my hair in pigtails since I was going to be baking. I’d checked last night, and he had all the ingredients I needed to make him peanut butter cookies as long as I substituted the brown sugar with demerara. I would grind it to make it finer.

I looked in the mirror. I looked like me. My lips were a little swollen and I had a few marks on my neck, but otherwise, I looked the same. I still wasn’t sure what Dante had seen when he met me, but I knew he truly believed I was beautiful. He wanted me to remember that. I straightened my shoulders. I would try—for him.

I went downstairs, my nerves suddenly kicking in. How should I act around him? How would he act? Like nothing had happened? My steps faltered as a thought occurred to me. Now that he’d gotten what he’d wanted, maybe he wouldn’t want anything from me now but some cakes. He might even decide to let me bake a bunch and send me home.

My heart plummeted. I didn’t want to go home. It was strange, but this villa, being here with him, already felt more like home than anywhere had my entire life. He felt like home. Being in his arms was the first time I didn’t wonder where I belonged in the world. It felt as if I belonged with him.

“Little Bee?”

I looked up, seeing Dante standing at the bottom of the stairs, watching me. “Are you all right?”

“Um, yeah, I’m fine.”

He climbed the steps, stopping below me. He searched my gaze and reached up to tuck a stray piece of hair behind my ear. “You look adorable today. And I like the pigtails. But you also looked upset. Worried.”

“I was, ah, thinking of a recipe.”

He smiled and cupped the back of my neck, bringing my face to his for a kiss. It was warm, affectionate, and quickly became heated. He was breathing hard as he drew back. “Now, it’s a good morning. I’ve been waiting for you to have breakfast with me.”