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As I molded my body to his, I felt his impressive erection jerk against my belly. I gasped at his size and eased back slightly. Massimo was big everywhere. I was equally intimidated and intrigued, my body primed to accept him.
I shook my head to clear it and took another step back.
What was I doing? I’d almost been humping my captor. My protector. My dark, beautiful savior.
I swallowed hard and did my best to quell the lust that’d temporarily overtaken my sanity. It would be far too easy to become dangerously attached to Massimo. No one had ever looked at me the way he did: like I was the center of his universe. Like he would do anything to taste me again.
He licked his sensual lips in a lewd display, showing me just how hungry he was for more. My inner muscles fluttered at the sight of his raw need. This powerful, dangerous man had dropped to his knees before me. He’d pleasured me in a way no man had ever offered me.
Your sweet cunt belongs to me. I could feast on you every day. I shivered at the memory of his crass, possessive declaration.
“Go get ready for the party, farfallina,” he ordered, nodding toward the bedroom. “I bought you everything you might need.” His chest swelled with pride when he said it, as though providing for me pleased him.
But I knew such things always came with a price. He’d already made me malleable to his will by stoking my lust and leaving me wanting. Now, I’d be indebted to him, unable to repay him for whatever he’d bought for me. He’d asserted his control over me so easily, and there was nothing I could do about it.
I could choose to rail at him, but he’d proven that he was completely unaffected by my insistence that I wanted to go home. Arguing would get me nowhere, and being combative wasn’t in my nature, anyway. I would rather quietly bide my time and assess my situation for any opportunities to escape.
One thing was for certain: as long as I was trapped in this suite with Massimo, I didn’t have a hope of attaining my freedom.
Chapter 18
Evelyn
My anxiety increased with every passing second as we rode the elevator down to the mezzanine level of Duarte’s personal nightclub. Massimo had told me the drug lord loved to party, and he had a clandestine club in his own building.
We wouldn’t be venturing out into the open, beyond Duarte’s defenses. I wouldn’t get an opportunity to slip away from the cartel.
I wouldn’t dare to make a scene in front of a bunch of criminals, even if Massimo hadn’t teased me to the edge of madness to ensure my compliance. My plan was to remain as small and unobtrusive as possible for the next few hours. I’d dealt with cartel members before, on the night the Zetas had kidnapped and beaten me. Massimo had said that Duarte wouldn’t allow anyone to harm me, but I didn’t intend to test that.
Unconsciously, I edged closer to my dark protector, pressing my body close to his powerful form. His big hand spanned the small of my back, sending a pulse of warmth through my belly.
“You’re all right, dolcezza. No one will dare to touch you.” He dropped a kiss on the slightly tender spot on my shoulder, where I knew I bore the mark of his teeth. He’d chosen a daring red silk gown for me that left it on display, and I hadn’t put up a fuss. If his claim protected me from being victimized by the cartel again, I would gladly let everyone know I was with Massimo.
The elevator doors slid open, revealing the VIP area of Duarte’s club. Low music with a deep, sensual beat pulsed through the sleek, thoroughly modern space. Golden lights illuminated the empty dance floor—the guests were gathered near the bar, socializing for the moment.
“Stay with me,” Massimo commanded, steering me toward the small crowd with his hand firmly on my back.
I huffed an irritated breath at being ordered around, but I was too nervous to defy him. I had no intention of leaving his side, so there was no point in arguing.
My footsteps stalled slightly as we neared the other guests—the other criminals.
Massimo’s thumb traced soothing circles over my bare skin that was exposed by the low back of the silky dress. A light shiver raced over me, and my sex pulsed despite my budding fear; it wasn’t strong enough to quell the lingering desire from his wicked mouth on me. My body burned for him: heated with embarrassment and lust. I was keenly aware of the slickness on my inner thighs. Would everyone else be as adept at reading me as Massimo was? Would they know how hot and needy I was for my captor?
My cheeks burned, and I glanced over to find him smirking at me. He was far too smug and pleased with himself for reducing me to a panting mess.
I pinched my lips in irritation, holding in acerbic words. Challenging Massimo would definitely attract attention, and that was the last thing I wanted.
“Good girl.” His thumb continued to trace lazy patterns on my back, stoking the heat at my core despite my indignation. “You’ll get your reward soon.”
An outraged sound like a small growl caught in my throat. He just chuckled in response, as though he was thrilled at our game. He was enjoying playing with me.
I clung to my anger as we approached the cartel members. It was so much easier to bear than debilitating fear.
I glanced over at him again, and he winked at me.
Oh. Was he goading me on purpose? To distract me from feeling fear?
Between the puzzle of this gorgeous man and the lingering pulse between my legs, I was definitely distracted. I didn’t have any room in my psyche for terror to take hold, not when my infuriating, alluring protector was toying with me.
