Page 84 of Captured Innocence

When he yanked one arm over my head then the other, wrapping the long fingers of a single hand around my wrists, I bucked against him. Of course, it was no use. Not only was he far too strong, I also didn’t want to escape his captive hold. The thought continued to rip away at my defenses, revealing the vulnerable girl underneath, the one who’d been lured by a single word into his dark and dangerous lair.

But I longed to hear him say the word again.

Mine…

He pulled almost all the way out, driving his cock deep inside a second time. The series of tingles continued to rush through me like a tidal wave, my entire body starting to shake uncontrollably as the water began to add another layer of heat. I was thrown by the intensity and when he shifted his hips back and forth, grinding into me, I laughed nervously.

“You’re so big.”

Another look of amusement crossed his face, his eyes lighting up. “And your pussy is so tight. It seems we’re perfect for each other.”

“Yes. Oh, God, yes.”

He plunged in deep strokes, slamming me against the wall. I’d never felt so filled, my mind drifting into the most beautiful places on earth. Seconds later, he let go of my arms, immediately lifting me up by several inches.

“What are you doing?” I clambered to hold on, intertwining my feet as he continued fucking me.

He drove his fingers into my hair, pulling me tightly against him as he pressed his lips against the corner of my mouth. Then he rolled them gently to my earlobe, nipping the bottom before whispering hoarsely, “Whatever I want.” He assaulted my mouth once again, immediately thrusting his tongue inside, now fucking me like a crazed man, his actions becoming so forceful I gave up trying to breathe or even focus. The kiss was addictive and wild and when he sucked on my bottom lip, I was lightheaded. Then he bit down on my tender flesh and I could taste blood almost instantly.

Every stroke was deep and long, my muscles clenching and releasing to try to accept his wide girth. I could feel him throbbing, matching the rapid beating of his heart as he pressed his full weight against me.

My beast of a man growled as he disrupted the kiss, having mercy on my bruised lips. Against all rationality, the sound of our hard fucking echoed in the room. I was enamored by his guttural breaths, the hard pounding of my heart in my ears as my blood pumped furiously.

Everything about the man was merciless and my knees would have buckled if he hadn’t been holding me. He leaned back, breaking the connection enough to slam both his palms against the marble. As soon as he pushed back, he sucked on my bottom lip then threw his head back, issuing a series of animalistic sounds.

The friction of our bodies and the weight of his as he arched his back kept me firmly planted against the wall, but I hung on for dear life. Another look of amusement crossed then remained on his face as I was tossed head over heels into a climax.

“Oh. Oh. Yes. Yes!” As it roared into me, both my mind and body slipped into the most incredible state of bliss. I had the overpowering need to taste him again, to have his cum tickle my throat but as the orgasm continued to ravage my system, I captured his mouth, taking as much control as I could manage.

I shoved my tongue past his lips until the two danced and swirled together. Seconds later, he issued several guttural sounds. He pulled out, teasing me for several seconds before driving his cock inside again, going slowly inch by inch. Then when he was fully seated inside, he broke the kiss, finally giving me the single thing I wanted the most.

“Mine.”

There was no holding back, no sense of being able to control ourselves any longer. Every muscle in our bodies remained tense as he fucked me long and hard. And moments later as the blissful moment surpassed anything I’d ever felt before, another orgasm claiming my system, he erupted deep inside, filling me with his seed.

And this time, nothing would keep us apart.

God help the man who tried.

CHAPTER 24

Mattia

Snow.

We hadn’t paid any attention to the weather, the storm rolling in quickly. While that did nothing to alter our plans, the last thing I wanted to do was to get snowed in for an extended period of time.

“I’m sorry for the unexpected trip, Mattia. I’d looked forward to seeing you.”

I gazed at Sven, the Facetime call unexpected. I’d known the man for years, his knowledge of the Russians proving helpful during the last attack. He also had innate knowledge of comings and goings in the United States and had his ear to the ground with the Greeks and the Armenians, both in Europe and America.

His information had always proven helpful. Why was it that a nagging feeling told me to be careful in placing all my trust in him?

“Business is business, Sven. That much I understand.”

“Did you arrive safely in Zurich?”

I thought about what I wanted to tell him as I drummed my fingers on the desk. “I felt it prudent to alter my destination. We’re close. What have you heard? Is this another attempted Russian invasion?”