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“I saved you, and I will worship you. You can act angry all you want, but in time, you will be the one at my feet, thanking me for the life I give you. Now turn around and put your hands on the bedpost.”
She does as she’s told, knowing now that this is her only option.
“Bend over as you do it.”
Adjusting herself, she puts her body into the position I crave to see her in. The curve of her spine is erotic. I imagine it arching like this when my cock steals her pleasure.
Coming to stand behind her, I use my foot to spread her legs farther apart by nudging her ankle. “Beautiful. Truly fucking beautiful.”
“Flawed,” she whispers back, pain emanating from her sweet lips. It’s a lie she tells when she says those words.
“You are not fucking flawed, Arabella. I’ve never seen a more beautiful woman. Do you want me to show you?” Gripping her hips when she doesn't say no, I thrust my hard cock against her ass, and she lets out a moan.
“Looks like you aren't as afraid of your captor as you let on.”
“I'm terrified of you.” She peers back at me over her shoulder, her eyes glistening in arousal.
“Really?” I lift a brow.
She keeps her eyes on me and awaits my next move. Taking my pointer finger to the top of her thong, I slide it between the fabric and her skin, gliding it down all the way to her center. Instantly, wet heat soaks my finger. Her pussy is smooth, and I swear I almost come, unashamed that she is that fucking tempting.
“Wet and aroused. Who's really afraid here, Arabella? Because you hold all the control. Say the words, and I will relieve that ache between these beautiful lips.” I slide the side of my long finger barely along her sex. That’s when her engorged clit hits my fingertip, and I’m the one who lets out a moan this time.
“Fuck,” we say in unison.
“I know I’ll regret this tomorrow, but it’s been so long since I’ve been touched this way. Please,” she begs, but that first part makes me hesitate.
“I won’t be a regret. You don’t get my touch until it’s the only thing you want. And trust me, you’ve never been touched the way I plan to.” With that, I drop my hand, removing myself from her with all the strength I have in me.
She whimpers, and God how I want to too, but I won’t be someone she regrets. Ever.
Stepping into my closet, I pull out a shirt and bring it back into the room. Now, she’s standing there with her dress to her chest, her cheeks red and flushed, rejection emanating from her face.
“Get dressed and in bed. I’ll be back. And don’t you dare think of fucking trying to escape, Arabella. You will see a monster you’ve never encountered in your lifetime.”
I leave then, locking the door from the outside and getting some much-needed space. I need a drink and a goddamn shrink.
7
Arabella
“Sweet Arabella. No one is going to save you, and if they try to take you from me, I will do to them what I was supposed to do to you.”
What the hell was that supposed to mean? What was he supposed to do to me? Could it be that he didn’t randomly spot me on the street and decide then to kidnap me?
So many questions fill my mind as I grab his black hoodie once more and pull it over my nakedness. I don’t have long to think about any of it though before DeLuca returns not long after leaving me alone in the room, and what I see in his hand makes the blood drain from my head, making me dizzy.
“You… you don’t need those. I promise I won’t try to run. Where would I go? We’re out in the middle of nowhere, if the drive and the trees I saw surrounding us out front are anything to go by,” I ramble, taking steps back as he stalks toward me. But my retreat is foiled when my ass hits the wooden nightstand next to the giant four-poster bed that reminds me even more of something that would be inside a castle.
My small hand comes up as if to stop him, my palm pressing to the center of his wide chest, and it’s there I feel his heart beating, slow but hard. The tempo of mine seems to double as he looks down at where I touch him, his eyes then lifting to meet mine, his eyebrow rising in challenge. But I don’t move. Not because I’m holding my ground, but because I’m frozen in fear of what he might do next. After all, I just begged him to get me off, and he returned with a pair of fucking handcuffs.
