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Now, I’m here in a cold, damp room, stripped to my underwear with my neck chained to a wall, and my pulse throbbing wildly. The shiver on my skin isn’t from the cold, it wasn’t there until I sawhim. I didn’t feel the butterflies in my stomach until he lifted that blindfold and his dark eyes singed into mine.
I’m ashamed of the way I reacted to his touch, humiliated by the amount of men who have seen me in my underwear in the past 24 hours and the only positive I can pull from this situation, is the fact that the man who took me is going to die a very slow, painful death.
Nobody takes Stevan Fucchini’s daughter and lives…
The door opens and when my host returns I make a conscious effort not to look him in the eyes, again.
I immediately fail.
The man in front of me is far too handsome to ignore. He’s tall and well-built. The black shirt he’s wearing fits over his muscles like a glove. And I really shouldn’t be focusing on how chiseled his scruff-covered jaw is, as he scratches his tattooed fingers through it and studies me.
“How are you?” His voice is smooth and calm as he positions himself directly in front of me.
I respond by pulling my head back and spitting right into his handsome face. His dark, brown eyes penetrate anger into mine, as he wipes the saliva from the crease of his nose. Then, taking some time to scrutinize the way it looks on his fingers, he shocks me by slipping them between his lips and sucking them clean.
“Mmm,” he growls deeply, his forehead creasing as he tastes me. “Looks like we will have to work on your manners. I expected better from a princess.” The way he speaks so calmly gets right under my skin and I swear, if my ankles weren’t shackled to the ground, I’d raise my knee and smash him in his balls.
“I apologize for the late intrusion.” His fingers twist around a strand of my hair as he talks.
“I’m not a very good sleeper.” His touch lowers over my body and sets off a desire inside me that shouldn’t be there. “I will confess, you are much prettier than I thought you would be. What I’m going to do to you won’t be much of a chore to me, at all.” My skin shivers when he lazily traces his fingertips along my panty line and causes my pussy to automatically tense. It’s all kinds of wrong that I crave to feel him there again, and I have to do all I can not to show it. This won’t be forever, it’s only a matter of time before my father finds out where I am.
“You are going to die for this,” I warn, my father may not have spent much time with me growing up, but the one thing I do remember him teaching me, was never to show fear.
My captor’s straight lips hook up into a smile, one that I shouldn’t be finding attractive.
“Maybe.” He shrugs. “If that is to be the case, I hope you are worth it.” Dropping his head, he places a gentle kiss on my forehead and I struggle against my restraints to fight him off.
His cool instantly falters and he shoves my body hard into the wall behind me, bracing himself against the bricks with his palm, while his other hand slowly slides up my thigh and creeps inside my panties.
“All I’ve thought about, up there, is whether or not you are pure.” His whisper isn’t soft anymore, it’s harsh and vicious.
And, as two of his fingers stroke against my sensitive flesh, I tense my body and try to hold in my reaction.
“You’re wet, Aria,” he points out, mockingly. “Soaking, fucking,wet. Far toowetto be a virgin.” His lips brush against my cheek as he speaks and I have to bite my lip to stop myself from moaning.
“I think I should investigate this matter…a littledeeper. What do you think?”
My head shakes back at him.
“Your head says no, but your pussy is telling me somethingverydifferent.” He strokes me some more with his fingers and, instead of shaking my head, I fix my eyes on his and wait.
My heart beats rapidly in my chest as the two fingers he’s pleasuring me with, edge closer to my entrance and I feel all my muscles clam up.
“You tense like you're afraid.” A malicious snigger follows his words, making me want to punch it off his face but, instead, I dig my nails into my palms and wait for what comes next.
“Breathe.” He remains calm, inhaling deep with me as he teasingly circles his finger around my entrance. “Relax.” His voice somehow soothes me enough to exhale and, as I do, he slowly slips his finger inside me.
“Mmmm.” He makes the same satisfied sound he made when he tasted my saliva off his fingers, and it triggers my body to squeeze around the finger he has seated inside me.
“That’s a good girl.” His praise fulfills something inside that I didn’t realize was missing; and as he slowly pulls out and pushes back in, he gifts me with a sensation that feels both uncomfortable and thrilling, at the same time.
“You're so fucking tight. My cock is going to rip you apart,” he threatens, with a hint of laughter in his tone. Ihateit, even if that threat is what is making me soak his finger. And when he slides another one inside me, stretching me further, the pad of his thumb softens the sting by applying some pressure to my clit.
I can feel something building up inside of me, something that makes the ground feel like it’s disappearing and the air around me harder to suck in. His fingers slip in and out of me so much easier because of how wet I’m making them, and when his tongue slides up my throat, and his teeth nip my ear, my stomach threatens to explode.
I whimper like an injured puppy when I feel the pleasure start to brim. Then, suddenly, his fingers pull away, leaving me with a dull, aching throb in the pit of my stomach and making me want to claw the smirk, he makes back at me, off his face.
“It seems I will be your first.” He takes his soaked, wet fingers and traces them over the skin on my stomach as if he’s marking me.
