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“Christopher,” I whisper his name again. He lets out a croak, and then I feel that steely column of flesh probing at my entrance.
Christopher holds me steady with one hand on my hip. He threads his fingers through my other hand in a move that seems painfully intimate as he looks deep into my eyes and pushes inside me.
I feel my body stretching underneath his invasion, and my eyes go wide. I whimper, but he groans and shushes me. “Let me in, sweet girl. Fuck,cara mia.” He whispers endearments in Italian, and I feel my entire body melting underneath him. The sound of his deep voice washes over me in soothing words of praise when he pushes past the barrier of my innocence and seats himself completely inside me.
He lets out a long, guttural groan as I cling to him. “Cara mia, so sweet.” He continues to praise me as he moves in and out of me, gently at first and then picking up pace.
Something is building deep within me and I can't stop myself. I cant my hips up to meet him thrust for thrust.
He stutters out a breath before he snarls, “Look at you, throwing that little virgin pussy up on me. Fuck, Marissa, fuck!” He angles his hips and hits this place deep inside me that causes my vision to go white.
His eyes bore down into mine as he stabs at it again and again until I feel myself breaking into a thousand little pieces. “Fuck yes!” He grunts out before he roars. “Give it to me, baby. Let me feel that pussy shattering all over me.”
I couldn't deny him if I tried. It's beyond my control now. I'm suddenly engulfed in a hot, white heat that sends my back arching and my toes curling.
Christopher grabs my face between his hands and kisses me deeply, devouring my screams. I feel his hot heat spilling into me as he growls into my mouth and kisses me like he wants to eat me whole.
When I finally come back to earth, Christopher's laying on his back with me draped across his chest. I don’t remember how I got here. He must have rolled us so that I'm on top of him.
I feel his big fingers running through my hair, petting me.
Neither of us speaks. There are no words to describe what we just shared. This is wrong on so many levels. He and my father are enemies. He’s my captor, and I’m his captive. We hardly know one another. In no universe do we make sense. Yet nothing in my life has ever felt righter than this moment.
Christopher presses a kiss to my forehead. It's so gentle that it causes tears to swim in my eyes.
This is so fucked up.
CHAPTER5
Christopher
I letGerard sweat it for days before I tell him I have his daughter. As luck would have it, I sent the message to him right before I took her virginity, though claiming her like that certainly was not in the plan. None of this was in the plan.
He was supposed to sweat it out, wondering where his missing daughter was, and then I was supposed to pop up with her as my trump card, the ace up my sleeve I could play to for sure get my way. Because despite everything else about Gerard Smith, he really loves his daughter. He's had his entire team crawling the city looking for her.
My cold heart clenches at the thought of giving her back. My soul screams at me,she's mine!I ache at the thought of letting her go, but what kind of relationship can we really have? I kidnapped her. I took advantage of her.
I’ve been pacing in my study all day, running my hands through my hair repeatedly. I can still taste her sweetness on my lips. Her pussy juices and virgin blood still stain my cock.
Fuck!
I could change the terms of our negotiation. I could let him keep the territories he stole if he lets me keep her.
I already know as soon as I think it that won't fly, though. I can already see Marissa’s little brown eyes flashing fire if she finds out I bought her like she's nothing more than a possession.
She’s so much more than that, though. I know it's fast, and I know it doesn't make any sense, but I've never wanted anything in my life like I want this little woman. This fierce little kitten who thinks she's a lioness.
I'm still no closer to deciding what to do whenever my scheduled meeting with Gerard rolls around.
The man comes walking stiffly into my office, his eyes flashing murder at me. “Where is my daughter, Gage?”
I look at him evenly.
“If you've harmed a hair on her head—"
“She has not been harmed, I assure you.” My voice is liquid steel.
“I want to see her,” he demands.
