Chapter 25
CHIARA
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers as he spoons me close, his lips kissing my temple.
I moan, encased in euphoria, tugging my body even closer to his, not realizing I’m doing it until it’s already done. His calloused palm splays over my lower abdomen, his fingers sinking deliciously into my skin.
What am I doing? How can I let him make me feel so at ease?
I’ve welcomed him into my body, and if I’m not careful, he’ll take my heart.
He’s a man whose name I don’t even know, who’s taken me against my will. So how can the arms of my kidnapper feel so tender?
It’s as though I’m not in the arms of the man who swore to hurt me when we first met, but rather like I’m being held by the same man I lusted over back in the club. Someone I once wanted to know better.
But all that doesn’t erase my circumstance.
I was taken. By him.
I don’t know what he has in store for me, but sleeping with him is nothing more than my getaway ticket.
He groans, kissing my neck, and I purr like a goddamn cat. I barely recognize myself. My mind has to stay sharp at all times to find a way to escape.
But what if…
No. I can’t even finish the thought.
But as hard as I fight it, the thought finishes itself. It’s scary to even consider that this could become something real after everything is over. But what if…what if he’s finally showing me the real him? What if the world is giving me something I don’t yet understand?
I’m being an idiot. The men in my life have only tried to chain me, not love me. It must be the sex making me crazy.
Of course we can’t be together. We’re two people who were never meant to find a home in each other’s arms. And right now, feeling so at peace beside him, it’s kind of making me sad.
He rustles beside me, a single finger skimming down my stomach, finding a neat path to my core. He slides it inside, rubbing my clit, drawing a low, throaty moan from me.
“Your ass should permanently stay glued to my cock.” The deep-chested rasp of his voice only strokes me harder, goose bumps slithering up my arms and breasts as he continues to rub me slowly.
“You like my ass, huh?” I pant.
“It’s the nicest ass I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen a lot.”
My pulse jumps to my neck, and my stomach hardens.
Why the hell did I become instantly jealous?
His hand stills, and suddenly, he flips on top of me, his eyes searching mine as my hands are pinned above my head with one of his. I never want his eyes to stop looking into mine. They consume me.
He’s a monster with the eyes of the gods. Soulful and beautiful.
He wakes up the parts of me that I keep hidden. The parts that crave stability. Love.
“Didn’t like me telling you about all the women I’ve seen naked?”
I ache from the lack of his fingers, from the way his cock rubs between my thighs.
Holding himself up with his other arm, he rocks his hips up and down, his eyes holding mine.
My mouth falls open, my eyelids drifting to a close, and before I can open them to tell him how much I don’t care who he’s fucked, he kisses me.
His tongue skirts around mine, his lips devouring my lower one. He pulls back, his gaze swimming with want. The fire in my heart, the flames deep in my soul, are ready to burn the lies from my tongue, the ones I’m about to give him.
“I don’t care who you’ve been with in the past,” I say defiantly. “I’ve had plenty of men who’ve enjoyed my ass too.” I pop a brow with a curl of my lips. “You’re not special.”
He growls, thrusting the length of his cock against my throbbing clit, my hurried breaths causing a rapid rise and fall of my chest.
“Liar. I think I am. Just look how wet this pussy is for me.”
His filthy words have me whimpering. I don’t recognize myself when I’m in bed with him. And maybe that’s not a bad thing. Maybe it’s good to discover new parts of ourselves when we’re with someone who makes us feel so alive, so craved. Even when it may not be real.
His lips are on my neck while his hips move slow, burrowing into me.
My hands are on his back, carving into his flesh, needing to mark him so he never forgets me, even when I’ll be miles away.
My heart skips a beat at the thought of leaving him behind. The lust is taking a front seat, leading all my thoughts.
It’s stupid. He means nothing. I’m using him for sex, which I need badly. That’s all this is.
Liar.
You like him. You know you do. You’re so fucked up, you like a man who took you as revenge.
The tears burn within my eyes at the glaring truth. I swallow away the pain, hiding it behind his shoulder.
“I have a charity ball at the house tomorrow night,” he whispers, his breath tickling up my neck in between kisses. “I want you there.”
He pulls back, peering up at me from beneath thick mahogany brows.
“As my date—of sorts.”
I scoff, faking a smile. “I don’t do parties with my kidnappers. It’s not my thing.”
“How do you know if you’ve never tried?” His voice turns serious before humor lines his face.
“Ha.” I roll my eyes. “I don’t even have anything to wear. I doubt you packed the only evening gown I own.”
“I can get you a dress.”
His cock grazes my clit, and my whole body buzzes with a high, my lips shuddering with a pant.
“Otherwise, you’ll be here all alone,” he adds in a gravelly tone.
“In your bed?” I bite the edge of my lower lip, rolling my hips over his hard-on, needing a release so bad, I’m about to beg for one.
He drops his face closer, his eyes delving into mine. “If you want.”
“I want.” I grind myself against him.
“Yes, you do,” he groans, his palm landing hard on my jaw as he kisses me with a frenzy rivaling madness.
He bites and sucks, both of us in a state of ecstasy consuming everything but the both of us.
Right now, all I know is him, and all I want is the way he makes me feel. I never want it to end. The crown of his length eases inside me, while his mouth devours me to the same rhythm.
He does unspeakable things to my body, and if I’m not careful, he’ll do unspeakable things to my heart.