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“You’re scared if you have too many new beginnings, you’ll be shutting her out.”
“Yes,” she whispered, and I nodded in understanding.
I didn’t want to talk about our losses anymore. It hurt too much. I pressed my lips to her forehead and then kissed down her face. Her hands found my face, and then my lips were on hers. Her fingers made their way into my hair, and soon we were kissing passionately, wanting to lose ourselves and our memories in each other.
I reached my hand under her shirt and ran my fingertips across her nipples. She sucked in her breath, and I felt her fingers running down the front of my pants, unzipping me urgently so that she could feel my manhood. Her fingers gripped my cock tightly like she never wanted to let go, and I groaned loudly. She pushed me back, her eyes gazing down into mine as she pulled my shirt off and licked down my chest.
I held my breath as she made her way toward my cock. I closed my eyes and played with her hair, and when I felt her soft lips on my head, I almost exploded. This was not the time or the place for us to make love again, but it was our way of surviving.
I didn’t know where we were going to go from here. I didn’t know what would happen in the next hours. I knew that as soon as the next person walked into the room, my full wolf would come out. I was going to kill whoever I had to to get out of here. I didn’t want Callie to see that side of me. I didn’t want her to fear me, but I knew that if we had a chance of getting out of there, I would have to be a brute.
25
Callie
I lay there in Antonio’s arms. He was whispering something in Italian into my ear. I didn’t understand what he was saying, but it sounded romantic, which made me want to laugh because Antonio was the last man in the world that would ever be romantic, especially toward someone like me. I could still feel his cock pressed up between my ass cheeks, and it made me feel warm and loved. And that was a weird feeling because I knew he didn’t love me. And even though I felt like I was falling for him, I wanted to pretend that I wasn’t because I knew the inevitable heartbreak that would follow whatever was going on between us. This was a game of cat and mouse, yet I didn’t know who the cat or the mouse was. Other people called Antonio a wolf. He called himself a mole, and I called myself a lioness, yet none of those monikers fit us in our situation.
“So, do you think we’ll be able to escape soon?” I asked him softly, looking over my shoulder. His eyes were closed, and he just murmured. “Are you awake, Antonio?” I asked him as I turned over to face him.
His eyes flickered open, and he nodded slowly. “I am. I was just being in this moment.”
“What do you mean?” I asked him, confused.
“It’s nice here with you, quiet and peaceful, and I feel like we’re in our own little cocoon. We don’t have to think about the real world, and we’d rather stay locked up in this room.”
I hoped that that wasn’t a sign of what he had planned for me. What if he decided to lock me in a small, dark room and keep me there forever and just come in once a night or once a week to sleep with me and then leave? That wasn’t a life I wanted for myself, and I certainly hoped that wasn’t something Antonio was preparing me for.
“I would hate to be locked up in someplace like this. It would make me feel like Rapunzel,” I said, blinking at him, trying to let him know. “Do not lock me up in a room and throw away the key, Antonio. I would hate you forever.” I didn’t say the words out loud, though, because I didn’t want him to know that I knew that he had set all of this up. These kidnappings were a ruse to get what he wanted from me, make me trust him again, and get his final and ultimate revenge on my father. And while I understood and could even forgive him for what he’d done initially, I wasn’t going to let him get away with it. He was not going to use and abuse me. I was going to get what I wanted from this situation as well. I was hurt, really, really hurt, by him and by my father and by everyone who’d lied to me. And I was also nervous about Imogen and Gia. They must be so worried, and I didn’t know what Gia would do, what she’d tell Imogen. I knew they were both fighters and cared a lot about me, and I didn’t want them to get kidnapped or in trouble as well.
“You wouldn’t hurt anyone I knew, right?” I said, and Antonio frowned.
“What are you talking about?”
“Like Gia or my best friend, Imogen, who was flying in from California to see me. And, well, I was kidnapped before I actually got to meet up with her and…” I bit down on my lower lip. “I’m just wanting to know if you think anything would happen to them, if they decided to go looking for me or—”
“Why would they go looking for you?” he said, blinking. “And when you say Gia, do you mean Alessandro’s friend?”
“Well, they’re not friends now,” I said, blinking at him, wishing I could read his innermost thoughts. This was a man whose head I wanted to be inside, if even just for a few moments.
“No, they’re not,” he said, shaking his head in frustration. “Well, Gia knows our world, so she’d be careful. I mean, it couldn’t hurt if she did start the process of looking for us, because I have absolutely no idea where we are right now.” He sounded angry. “This should not have happened.”
“Yeah, it shouldn’t have happened.” I tried not to roll my eyes. He wasn’t even being a very good actor right now. “I just want to get out of here, you know? This room is small and dark, and it gives me the creeps and—”
“At least I’m here with you,” he said softly. “Wouldn’t it be so much worse if I wasn’t?”
I nodded slowly. A sense of foreboding overcame me. Was he hinting at a future to come that I did not want to experience? I squeezed his arms tightly. “I would hate to be locked in a room by myself. I feel like I would not survive,” I said, staring at him. “Like, I really wouldn’t survive.”
“You could do it,” he said. “You can survive anything, Callie.” His voice was soft. “I’m going to get us out of here, and you may see some things that you don’t like, a part of me that…” His voice froze as we heard a loud banging.
“What’s that?” I asked him. I could hear the fear in my voice.
“I’m not sure,” he said, jumping up and pulling his pants up. “Stay there,” he said as he headed toward the periphery of the room.
“What are you doing, Antonio?” I jumped up, pulling my shirt down and pulling my pants up. I swallowed hard. The noises were getting louder and louder now. Someone was coming. I didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
Maybe they’ll let us out. Maybe it had all been a mistake. Maybe Antonio was going to say, “Surprise, surprise. This was just a little game I was playing with you, and I wanted to see if you passed the test.” And then he’d say I did pass the test because I was a good girl and his little lamb, and… I knew my thoughts were rambling. “Was that a gunshot?” I said as I heard a loud bang.
Antonio shushed me. “Get to the side of the room now,” he said. I hurried to the wall. Within seconds, the door was banged down, and I could hear more shots.
