She tried to turn her head away, but I shoved the gag in her mouth anyway and fastened it around her head. Muffled sounds came out of her throat, but that was all she could do.
Satisfied with my work, I hurried out, just when the doorbell rang.
My guys were ready as they waited for me in the darkness of the hallway, and I signaled for them to pull into the shadows and wait.
This had better not end up badly.
I put on my brightest fake smile on my face and opened the door to greet the man who had to be my least favorite person in the whole world.
Most of the other people I hated, I could kill.
But getting rid of the detective was difficult since his death would bring way too much heat onto everything I’d worked hard for.
Sargetti would go down eventually, but until then, I had to be patient.
Chapter 12
I STRUGGLED AND STRUGGLED, but it didn’t help.
If only I could scream, but there was a gag in my mouth.
Something was going on. If I’d heard right, some detective was at the door, and judging by the hasty way Sebastian had tied me up, that had to be true.
Was someone looking for me after all? Had someone noticed something suspicious? I sure like hell hoped they had.
It would help me a lot, unless Sebastian panicked and killed me first to hide the evidence that he’d kidnapped me. But he didn’t seem like someone who panicked easily, so there was still hope.
Maybe I could find another way to make some noise, even if I couldn’t shout for help. I shifted and wiggled closer to the edge of the bed.
“Detective Sargetti, you again.” Sebastian’s voice carried through this place with ease, which probably meant that the front door was very, very close to my room. “What do you think I’ve done now?”
Although Sebastian’s voice was pleasant, there was a dangerous undertone in it.
“Your car was seen in front of a motel just when someone heard screaming and shouting for help. No one can find the screaming woman now,” a rough male voice said.
It had to belong to the detective.
“And the camera footage miraculously disappeared into thin air, and no one can find it either.”
Someone had heard me! Even if they didn’t know who I was because I’d given a fake name.
Sebastian must’ve had friends at the motel who knew what I looked like, and they’d alerted him of my presence or sent my photo to him.
I should’ve disguised myself, but it had all happened so fast I hadn’t really thought about it.
“Interesting story,” Sebastian said. “Are you writing a novel or something?”
“It wasn’t easy to find you, Mr. Leoni,” Sargetti said. “You seem to move around a lot. And you have a lot of company wherever you go.”
“What can I say? It’s the life of a successful businessman. I get bored easily. And yes, I have a lot of friends. But if you expect an invitation to my party, I’m afraid I can’t give you one.”
“Do you think this is all a game?” Sargetti’s voice grew angrier. “A woman was screaming for help. What have you done to her? Am I going to find her body somewhere, huh?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. But if someone was really kidnapped, you should be focusing your attention on finding them, and not wasting your time here. I guess you don’t have a warrant either.”
I managed to push myself over the edge of the bed, and a groan formed at the back of my throat as I hit the floor, pain spreading through my side.
Would the thud be enough for the detective to hear me? I looked around, but I couldn’t find a way to make some more noise.
“Is she in here? Are you keeping her here for whatever twisted fun you’re having?” Sargetti asked.
“Why are you so obsessed with me, detective? Are you jealous I’m spending my time with someone else and not with you? I hate to disappoint you, but if you’re into me, I’m really sorry, because it’s never going to happen.”
“You son of a bitch! I’ll find her! Do you hear me? I’ll find her and I’ll end you!” Sargetti was shouting now.
“I think you should find a different job. This one isn’t doing you any favors, and honestly, you’re terrible at it,” Sebastian said. “Is that alcohol I can smell on you? Go home, detective. There’s nothing for you here, just like there wasn’t anything last time. You won’t find any drugs, kidnapped women, weapons, or whatever the hell you get an idea to accuse me of.”
“You’re going to make a mistake once,” Sargetti said. “And I’ll be there, waiting. I’ve always known you were trouble. I could see it in your eyes, and I see it now more than ever.”
“Good for you, but now it’s time for you to leave me alone. Goodbye, detective.”
I pressed my cheek against the cold floor as the house went completely quiet. Shit!
An actual detective had been so close to me, and yet, he hadn’t managed to save me. I was glad that someone was at least looking into the reports of me screaming in front of that motel, but I was also afraid that nothing much would come out of it.
The cops had no clue who I was, and Sebastian’s friends at the motel surely weren’t going to tell them. If no one had come forward with my description or reported me missing, then it was unlikely there’d be any further investigation.
And Detective Sargetti didn’t inspire much confidence.
Maybe he was a good detective, or he’d used to be, but there had been no reason for him to come talk to Sebastian without a warrant or anything, especially when he must’ve known Sebastian would give him nothing.
Sargetti must’ve been frustrated because Sebastian always got away, especially if he’d tried to arrest him before.
His beef with Sebastian also sounded personal, which might be clouding his judgment. And if he’d really shown up here drunk, then I didn’t know what to think.
Someone rushing in here to save me was probably only just a dream. I couldn’t count on anyone.
The only person who could save me now was me. And if I didn’t save myself, no one else would.
But as the rope cut tighter into my skin, I felt more trapped than ever.
Chapter 13
WHEN THE DOOR OPENED after what was probably an hour or two, Sebastian entered, carrying a brown paper bag again.
My stomach growled at the idea of food because by now I was completely starving.
Sebastian’s lips pressed into a tight line when he saw me on the floor, and he placed the bag on the bed first before crouching next to me.
“I’ll untie you now, and you won’t try anything stupid,” he said as he started undoing the rope.
I nodded, even though it hadn’t been a question.
Once I was free and the gag was out of my mouth, I didn’t get a chance to push myself up to my feet because Sebastian picked me up as if I weighed nothing and lowered me onto the bed.
He eyed me for a moment before giving me a bottle of water from the bag.
I gulped down almost half of it and let out a small sigh.
“Eat.” He placed the container with food within my reach.
“Can we talk first?” I needed to find out something about him.
Something that would help me get to know him.
At least he could tell me what exactly he wanted from me. If I was to be his actual wife, then he should treat me as such and not like his slave.
“You’re a slow learner, aren’t you?” He snatched the plastic fork and spoon from the container. “You can eat without these then.”
I gaped at him. “I’m not an animal! I’m a human being. At least you can give me some—”
“If that’s how you want things to go...” He caught my wrists. “You’ll eat today, even if I have to shove the food down your throat.”
I wanted to struggle, but his words stopped me, and I stared at him as he tied my wrists with the same rope he’d used before.
“Please,” I said softly, hoping he had a tin
y shred of decency in him. “I’ll eat, okay? Just please release me.”
“No. You lost the privilege to use your hands too. Luckily, you still have your mouth.” A smile stretched across his lips. “And if you say one more word, you’ll be in a whole lot of trouble.”
I blinked at him, but it didn’t look like he was joking. Clenching my jaw, I wanted to scream at him and throw the food container in his face.
He was a fucking monster.
But if I didn’t do what he said, he’d fulfill his threat. I didn’t want him to force-feed me or do who knew what to me, so I reached for the container with my tied hands so I could try to bring it to my mouth.
“No, not like that. No hands. At all,” he said.
Fuck.
Frustration built inside me as I lowered myself onto the floor so I could actually take some food out of the container without making too much of a mess. Knowing Sebastian, he’d punish me for that too.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see his smirk as he watched me struggle. I closed my mouth around a piece of carrot.
As I chewed, my hunger hit me with a vengeance. I forgot Sebastian was even there as I swallowed as much of the food as possible, even though it smeared all over my face.
Everything was so damn delicious.
“Easy,” he said, tucking a few strands of my hair behind my ear and making me jump.
I slowed down a little, and when the container was mostly empty, I fought the urge to lick it off.
“Sit on the bed,” Sebastian ordered as he picked up the container and tossed it back into the bag.
Once I sat down, he bent down and brushed his fingers against my cheek. A jolt of electricity shot through me, and our gazes locked for a few moments.
He rubbed his fingers around my mouth, and my lips parted in surprise at the gentleness of his touch.
The way his piercing eyes were trained on me was slightly intimidating, but I was sure I could see desire in them.
As he let go of me, I shifted, moving my nightgown up my thighs a bit.
He was hot. I could do this.
Maybe I wouldn’t even mind having sex with him. If it helped me get my freedom back and gave me a bit of pleasure too, it would be worth it.
If we’d met somewhere else and he wasn’t who he was, I didn’t think I would’ve minded hooking up with him.
His gaze followed my movement.
He couldn’t blame me for teasing him if all he let me wear were nightgowns.
Unless he was like my father. That man would pretty much blame anyone for all his problems before he ever thought about blaming himself.
Sebastian’s lips parted briefly, but then he grabbed the paper bag, turned on his heel, and stormed out of the room.
Maybe I was on to something here.
He wanted me.
And maybe, in some twisted way, I wanted him too.
But would any of that be enough to save me?
Chapter 14
“BOSS?” VICO’S VOICE brought me out of my thoughts.
“Hmm?” I focused on him.
“What do you want me to do then?” he asked.
I had no fucking clue what he was talking about.
Isabella.
She was a sweet little curse.
I’d been thinking about her instead of about what needed to be done. She was a very good distraction, and I needed it to end.
“We’ll discuss this some other time.” I got to my feet and headed out.
What had Vico and I been talking about?
It had been something about Detective Sargetti, but I’d spaced out in the middle of the conversation.
Because of her.
She’d lifted her nightgown on purpose.
I was sure of it.
The last thing I should do now was give her what she wanted, but I had to get her out of my system once and for all.
I should’ve fucked her as soon as I’d brought her here. I wouldn’t be in this situation now.
She should be yesterday’s news, and not the thing I craved most.
Nothing was going to satisfy my desire except for her warm, tight pussy.
I had to have her.
Today.
And she’d be more than willing.
If she thought she was going to mess with my head and get what she wanted, she was wrong. I wasn’t going to fall for her.
I was just going to use her for my pleasure.
She would be the one craving my cock after I was done with her.
A smile spread across my lips.
ISABELLA WAS QUIET when I entered her room. She just watched me with those big brown eyes of hers.
This time, she didn’t try to argue or fight me when I gave her food.
Probably didn’t want me to take away the fork she was gripping in her hand as if she wanted to stab me with it.
The corners of my lips quirked up at the memory of her licking at her food. If she licked my cock like that...
“Can I ask you a question?” she said, her voice far from timid, her eyes trained on mine.
Despite everything, she wasn’t cowering, and she still dared to open her pretty mouth.
“No.” I didn’t want to answer any of her questions, even though I wondered what was on her mind and what she was thinking about asking.
Giving in to my curiosity would be a bad idea. She’d only think she was getting to me, and I wasn’t going to have any of that.
She pouted, but surprisingly enough, didn’t say anything.
I wasn’t sure if I was disappointed or glad about it.
When she was done, I tossed the empty container into the paper bag and lowered it to the floor so it wouldn’t get in the way.
Isabella’s shoulders tensed as I started toward her.
“I have something special in mind for you. A reward for being such a good girl today. You’re going to like it,” I said as I sat on the edge of the bed.
She opened her mouth, but I didn’t give her a chance to speak. I grasped her arm and tugged her to me.
She yelped in surprise as I pulled her over my lap.
My cock was instantly hard as she wiggled on my lap, and I pinned her wrists at the small of her back with one hand.
“What are you—” she gasped out.
I brought my palm down hard on her ass twice. “You like this.”
My hand slipped between her thighs.
Already wet.
She squirmed some more as I lifted her nightgown, exposing her. She pressed her legs together, but I pried them open, sliding my fingers up and down her slit.
A choked moan came out of her throat as I explored her opening, my finger brushing her clit.
Her muscles relaxed, and she kept her legs spread, thrusting her hips against my hand.
No longer able to hide her need.
I smacked her ass a few more times, turning her skin a soft shade of red. She still had some bruises left from her last spanking.
I dipped my fingers inside her again, delighting in all the delicious noises she was making.
Mine.
She was completely mine, whether she wanted to admit it to herself or not.
She groaned in protest when my fingers left her, and I slapped her pussy.
I tormented her with my fingers, watching the way her body reacted to my touch. When it looked like she was getting closer to the edge, I pulled my hand away.
She let out a noise that sounded like a plea that she wasn’t willing to voice just yet.
My hand connected with her bottom, and I kneaded her heated cheeks.
I shoved my fingers into her, pumping in and out, and before she could reach her peak, I withdrew my hand.
“I’ll let you come only if you beg me to fuck you,” I said, trailing my fingers up her thigh.
A strangled groan of frustration slipped past her lips as she squirmed once again.
“Is that your final answer?” I rested my hand on her ass. “I’ll leave you tied up again.”
And I’d do it.
Even if my balls hurt.
“Please.” Her voice was so low it was barely audible.
“Louder.” I gave her ass a hard smack.
“Please,” she cried out.
“Please what?” Another slap.
She was quiet for a few moments.
Was she going to say anything?
Or was this going to end with both of us unsatisfied?
Chapter 15
MY CORE THROBBED WITH need so strong that I couldn’t think about anything else.
All I wanted was some relief. But it was so hard to say the words Sebastian wanted me to say.
I wasn’t sure why.
I wanted this.
And it was possible it would help me with my plan too.
Sebastian’s grip on me loosened, and I could no longer feel his palm on my heated flesh.
Was he going to do as he promised?
Despite the fact that I could feel his hard cock poking against my stomach through his pants?
He probably was.
The man had a really strong power of will.
I had a split second to decide what it was that I wanted.
“Please! I want you to fuck me.” I couldn’t quite hide the desperation in my voice.
But I wanted what I wanted.
Sebastian lifted me off his lap and sat me down on the bed. Gripping my nightgown, he tugged it up, and I raised my arms so he could pull it over my head.
His hungry gaze traveled my body as I sat there, completely naked, in front of him.
Almost in a flash, he got rid of his clothes, and my eyes lowered to his thick length, my insides tingling with even more desire.
He pounced on me, pushing me down on my back and pinning my wrists above my head. His lips found mine, demanding and punishing.
He bit down on my lower lip and sucked, tracing his hand down my arm.
Lowering himself down my body, he nuzzled my breasts, licking and sucking on the tips. His tongue trailed a path down my stomach as he squeezed my breast and pinched my nipple.
Ragged moans pushed past my lips as he forced my legs apart and buried his head between my thighs.
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