by Mae Doyle
That was it. Everything that I had was on full display for him and there wasn’t anything that I could do to keep him from looking at me. I peeked and wasn’t surprised to see his mouth quirked up in a smile, his eyebrow slightly raised as he looked at me.
What did surprise me was the response in my body. My nipples were already hard and there was heat between my legs, but I felt a longing and a desire course through me that was so strong that I almost did something stupid.
Instead, I bit my lower lip hard enough that I tasted blood. He washed my front, his thumb grazing across my nipple in a way that made me ache. When he reached my hips, he paused.
“Open them.”
I did as he said, opening my legs so that he could wash my inner thighs. My hand fluttered down by my clit as he leaned down, running the hot washcloth up and down my legs. It was almost too much for me to handle. My instinct was screaming for me to beg him to fuck me, to bend me over and make me his. I knew that he had to have a big cock, I could see the way it had thickened in his pants while he washed me.
I wanted it.
Fuck me, I wanted him.
I opened my mouth to say something stupid, to beg him to bury himself in me, but he was already wringing out the washcloth.
“I’ll help you dry off. Rinse first.” He snapped the shower curtain shut between us and I groaned, my fingers finding my clit.
I leaned back against the wall of the shower, slipping my soapy fingers around myself, feeling the ache and longing that I was trying to hide grow. My legs began to shake and I felt the small explosions go off through my body as I took myself over the edge.
My breath caught in my throat and I turned off the shower before pulling the curtain back. Nicolo was leaning against the sink, his eyes locked on me.
“Next time, Isabella, let me know and I’ll help you take care of that.” He grinned and reached for my hand, helping me step onto the bathmat. My face burned with embarrassment as he dried me off and changed my bandage.
I couldn’t speak.
I wouldn’t speak. That was probably safest.
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“You know,” Nicolo said, looking over at me where I was curled up in the crook of the sofa reading, “you’ve been really quiet for your shower. Normally a good orgasm makes woman more talkative.”
I wasn’t going to answer him. Even though I was pretending like I was reading, I’d actually been skimming the same paragraph for about half an hour, thinking about what it would have been like if he’d joined me in the shower.
But that was fucked up. This man had kidnapped me, and for me to think that I could want him? Ridiculous.
“Maybe it was your first orgasm ever and you’re still trying to figure out what happened. That’s why you’re reading the same page over and over.”
I slammed the book shut and tossed it to the floor. Honestly, I wasn’t sure that I could even tell someone what it was about, but that didn’t mean that I liked what he was saying. I didn’t want to be called out on it.
“You’re an asshole.” I didn’t know what I thought that I was going to accomplish by calling him that, but him getting out of his chair and crossing the room to me in a few angry steps wasn’t it.
He leaned over me, so close that I could smell his musky cologne on him. His face was only a few inches from mine and I tipped my head up, almost daring him to do something.
“You didn’t seem to think so in the shower. And besides, this asshole could give you a much better orgasm than the one you managed to force out with your fingers.”
His breath was warm on my cheek as he leaned down. “You just let me know when you’re ready, Isabella, and I’ll make you glad that you’re shacked up here with me.”
I shivered under his words and the way the warmth from his breath caressed my skin. When he stood up I did my best to keep my gaze off of his face. If I looked up at him I had no doubt that I’d do something stupid.
Like fall on my face in front of him, begging for him to fuck me.
Chapter 10
Nicolo
Ricky and Freddy hadn’t checked in for a while, so while Isabella slept off the glow of a subpar orgasm, I stood out on the porch to make a few phone calls. We all knew that too much communication was dangerous because we didn’t want to be found until the coast was clear, but we still had to keep in touch.
The last thing that we needed was to get separated and not know what the fuck was going on.
Freddy picked up on the first ring.
“Boss. You good?” He sounded alert, like he’d been up all day and probably hadn’t slept. Good man. That was something about Freddy – no matter what you threw at him, he was going to handle it. He could drive me nuts sometimes, but having him as a right-hand man was pretty indispensable.
“I’m good. Haven’t heard from Ricky. Have you?”
“He’s around. Staying quiet. Got everything organized for the clean-up, although it ended up being a burn-down.”
Sucked, but at least it meant that nothing would come back to bite us in the ass. We were both silent for a moment.
“It’ll be safe to come back tomorrow.” He sounded relieved, and even though I knew that I should be glad about that, there wasn’t any way I was taking Isabella anywhere. Not until she was mine.
“We’re not ready. She’s injured and not good to travel. I’m going to keep her here and keep an eye on her.”
Freddy paused and I knew that he was weighing what I had just said, but I also knew that he wouldn’t argue with me. He knew better than to act like he had the right answer when I was telling him something different.
“Anything I can do for you, boss?”
I thought for a moment. We didn’t need any supplies. Isabella had clothes, we had food. I just didn’t want to let her out of my sight. I didn’t want to send her back to a home without her parents. If I had my way, which I was planning on, I wasn’t going to let her be on her own ever again.
I’d known that from the moment I laid eyes on her, and now that I had her with me, there wasn’t any way I was going to let her go.
“Just keep in touch. Let me know if any shit is about to go down.”
We hung up and I stood on the porch, gripping the railing and looking out. It was nice to think that we’d be fine here and that everything was really taken care of, but I knew better than to believe that there wouldn’t be retaliation.
If Isabella asked, that was why we were still in the cabin. I could keep her safe as long as she didn’t go to town. As long as nobody knew she was here. You don’t murder half a dozen Marino lackeys and think that they’re not going to burn down the town to come after you.
Slamming my hands on the railing, I took a deep breath before going back into the cabin. Isabella was still passed out in the bed, but not for long. I needed to see her.
Fuck. I needed to have my hands on her. I thought that I could wait and I could keep myself from doing something stupid, something that would push her away, but she was mine, whether or not she knew it. There wasn’t any way that she could get away from me now.
I stalked into her room and ripped the thin blanket off of her. She’d put on some jeans and a tank top before sleeping and I’d strapped her arm down so that she didn’t hurt her shoulder, but she looked even sexier than she had wearing my flannel.
“What? What’s wrong?” She slurred, her eyes snapping open. Isabella struggled to push herself up to look at me. “What the hell is going on here?”
It was hard for me to believe that this was the same hellcat who had taken down three mafia members just the day before, but a bullet wound to the shoulder was enough to put anyone out of commission for a while.
“Move,” I growled, shoving her legs out of the way. She scooted over to the side, giving me plenty of room to crawl onto the bed with her, but I didn’t want to be next to her. I wanted to be on her.
In her.
I straddled her, my cock throbbing at my jeans from being so close to her. Sh
e was delicious and curvy, her pouty mouth actually clamped shut for once, her eyes searching mine for answers.
“What the fuck are you doing?” She slammed her good hand into my chest, trying to push me backward, but I squeezed my thighs tighter around her. Even if she had all of her strength and wasn’t shot, there wasn’t any way that she could push me off of her. I was bigger. Stronger.
I could dominate her, and when that realization hit her, her entire face changed. She breathed out, her lips parted slightly. A flush rose in her cheeks. Isabella may not ever be able to admit to me or to herself that she wanted me, but it was written all over her face.
She couldn’t hide the way her hips bucked up a little at me. I felt her grind into me, even though she was obviously trying to hide it.
“It’s okay to admit that you want this.” I told her, my eyes locked on hers. I had a good feeling that she would try to squirm away, and that was exactly what she did, but I squeezed her tighter with my hips, keeping her pinned in place.
Isabella’s place was under me, and the faster that she figured that out and accepted it, the better off she’d be. There wasn’t anything that she could do to convince me otherwise, and all I needed to do was show her.
“I hate you.” She twisted under me, but without both arms, there wasn’t any way that she could get away. I pinned her good arm above her head, enjoying the small gasp that left her mouth when I did.
“You love this. You want this.” Lightly I traced down her cheek with my free hand. Her skin was soft under my touch and warm from her flush. Angrily, she turned her head away, closing her eyes, but I heard her breathing hitch.
Before she could respond, I jerked down on her tank top. It snapped below her delicious tits in a moment, and she turned back to me to try to stop me, but I already had her nipple in my mouth. It was hard, the sharp peak of it delicious for me to suck on. I swirled my tongue around it, enjoying the way her skin pebbled.
“Nicolo,” she moaned, twisting her wrist to try to get it out of my grasp. I just held her tighter, grinding my hips forward. She could feel my hard cock on her side, I knew it. I knew it in the way she didn’t try to twist away again, in the way her hips bucked up to meet me, in the way she went slack under my touch.
With my free hand I palmed her tits, squeezing the nipple and rolling it between my fingers. Isabella arched her back, pressing herself into me as hard as she could. She wanted me to take her, even if she couldn’t admit it, and I wasn’t going to turn her down.
Nothing was going to stop me.
Sitting up, I unbuckled her jeans and pulled them down, marveling at the fact that she had skipped any underwear. She forced herself up onto her good elbow, panting.
Isabella was watching me, but she wasn’t complaining. I stripped quickly, throwing my clothes in a pile on the floor. My cock was hard and ready for her, and I noticed the way her eyes dipped down to take me in.
Yeah, she could complain all she wanted, but she sure as fuck wasn’t complaining just then.
I grabbed her knees, forcing them open. She squeaked, like she was going to argue or try to stop me, but all she did was throw her head back and grab the sheets with her good hand. Keeping my eyes on her, I ran my hand up her inner thigh.
I’d already washed her. Seen her naked. Dried her off. I knew what she looked like, sounded like, felt like. I needed to know what she tasted like.
“Glad to know that something can shut you up,” I said to her before running a line of hot kisses up her thigh. She moaned and twisted under my touch and I had the sudden feeling that she may not have ever had this before. I thought about stopping to ask her, but the sight of her sweet little cunt, open and dripping for me, drove me wild.
I bent my head, sliding my tongue gently along her slit. She tasted amazing, just like I knew that she would, and she responded right away, a moan slipping from her mouth. Isabella may not have realized how badly she wanted me, and she may not have been willing to be honest with herself about it, but I could tell.
She was soaking wet, and I slipped fingers in up to my knuckle. Her tight pussy grabbed onto me, her muscles already close to spasming. I licked her again, swirling my tongue around her clit, enjoying the way she pumped her hips up towards me.
Deeper I probed with my fingers, stroking her inside wall as I did, feeling for her sensitive bundle of nerves. When I found it I swirled my fingers across it again and again as I licked and sucked at her. She twisted under me, so I grabbed her hip with my free hand, pinning her to the bed.
She tasted amazing. Her smooth skin slipped across my tongue, making my cock even harder. I wanted to plow into her, to take her on my cock and feel her cum around me, but first I needed to show her that she could trust me.
Isabella was mine, and I meant to keep it that way for a long fucking time.
Suddenly she forked her hand through my hair, pulling hard as I ate her out. She moaned, her hips grinding hard into me, her scent filling my nose. Suddenly, she shattered, screaming out as she rocked under me. I let her ride her orgasm for a moment before sitting up and centering myself between her legs.
My cock needed to be surrounded by her strong walls. She reached for me, grabbing my arm as I thrust deep into her, suddenly filling her and taking her for my own.
“Nicolo!” She screamed, digging her nails into my skin. It hurt, but it didn’t distract me from what I was doing. I grabbed her hips, pulling her up to meet me. The thought that it would hurt her shoulder crossed my mind, but I honestly didn’t care enough to stop. I was in her, and the only thing that mattered was making her my own and taking control.
She was already close to the edge, and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to last long. I was going to tip over it with her, force her to fall with me. I stroked and thrust, burying myself deep her in sweet little cunt.
A tingling at the base of my spine let me know that I was close to coming and filling her up. Reaching forward, I grabbed her chin, forcing her to turn her head to look at me.
“Isabella,” I commanded, my voice cutting through her moans, “look at me.”
She did, her eyes barely able to stay open as I stroked inside of her. The way her tight muscles pulled and squeezed my cock felt like heaven, but I managed to focus on her.
“You belong to me.” I told her. “Say it.”
She shivered, biting her lower lip. Her eyes were starting to glaze over, and I knew that I didn’t have much longer to get what I wanted out of her. Without thinking about it, I slipped my hand from her chin down her throat and squeezed.
Not enough. Just enough to get her attention. I had to make sure that my little hellcat was looking at me when she shattered on my cock.
“I belong to you,” she squeaked out, then her eyes glazed all of the way over and her mouth went slack. It was entirely possible that she didn’t even realize what she had said to me, but I wasn’t going to worry about that.
Waves of pleasure rocked through her body and I felt them reflected in my cock. I groaned, closing my eyes and squeezing her tight again as I pumped into her. She took all of me, and when I was finished, I rolled over, moaning at the relief of my release.
After a moment, she stirred. Isabella turned away from me and sat up, grabbing a sheet from the bottom of the bed. Quickly, she wrapped it around herself, wincing a little when she accidentally hit her shoulder.
“You need meds,” I told her, swinging my legs off of the bed. She side-stepped out of the way, eyeballing me.
“I need to go home. I need you to take me. And I certainly don’t need that to happen again.” Isabella flapped her hand at me and I chuckled.
She couldn’t take her eyes off of my cock. That was fine, because I couldn’t stop staring at the way her nipples were poking through the sheet.
“I do. You don’t want to go for round two right now?” I stretched and then reached down to stroke myself. Yeah, I could go for round two with the little hellcat. Round three and four, if she’d let me.
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��I want you to go to hell.” She stomped out of the room and I waited a moment before following her to the bathroom. Even though she’d shut the door, she had to know that that wasn’t going to be enough to keep me from coming in. I jiggled the handle, and when it didn’t move, I kicked in the door.
“What the fuck?” She shrieked, bending over on the toilet to try to cover up.
“Don’t worry, Isabella, I’ve seen it all,” I told her, turning to the broken door and forcing it off of its hinges. “I don’t mind you showing off, of course, but you don’t need to hide.”
Adjusting my position, I carried the door from the room. She was trying to form a coherent sentence behind me, probably trying to argue about why I shouldn’t be doing that, but I didn’t care.
Yeah, she was delicious. And yeah, she was mine, but that didn’t mean that I had to listen to her complain. We didn’t need any fucking doors in the cabin anyway. I threw it outside then came and took the door off of the bedroom as well for good measure.
Let Isabella see if she had anywhere to hide without any doors to shut.
Chapter 11
Isabella
Part of me wanted to go on a hunger strike just to show Nicolo that I was serious about not wanting to be locked in a cabin with him, but when he brought steaks in from the grill, complete with grilled corn on the cob and a peach cobbler that he had somehow magicked out of thin air, I lost all resolve.
It wasn’t the first time I’d lost my resolve since being with him, but even though the sex was amazing, it wasn’t something that I was planning on revisiting again anytime soon. The less I made him like me, the sooner he’d get bored and take me home.
The problem with being an orphan? It wasn’t like there was anyone who was really going to pull out all of the stops looking for me. I could hope that my friends would try to find me, but chances were good that they were just friends with me because they were scared of my family.
