His fingers stroked me, sending shivers of ecstasy through me. When his tongue parted my folds, I almost clenched my thighs around his head, but he had a tight grip on me.
His tongue explored me and set off a wave of heat inside me. He teased and licked me, circling the hard nub of my clit.
His mouth worked me relentlessly as I writhed and gasped, and I arched into him. I was getting closer and closer to the edge again, and as if he could tell, he pulled away from me.
Before I could protest, he flipped me over onto my stomach, lifting my ass up.
“You wanted me to fuck you,” he whispered into my ear, his erection pressed against my ass as he leaned over me.
“Yes,” I whispered.
He pushed inside me, stretching and filling me, inch by inch.
A pinch of pain that I felt disappeared very quickly.
He pulled out almost all the way and then slammed himself back inside me, making me groan. His hand pressed against the back of my neck, his other hand capturing my wrists behind my back.
His thrusts were relentless as he rammed into me, his strokes deep and hard. He plowed into me, igniting a completely different fire inside me.
I’d never thought it would feel so good.
His furious strokes as he slammed into me over and over again forced breathy little moans out of my mouth.
His strong body colliding against mine as he held me down, trapped under him, only made my pleasure stronger.
After another powerful thrust, I cried out, and my release rippled through me in cascading waves, leaving me breathless and shaking.
I felt his body jerk, his muscles tensing, his grip on my wrists tightening before he let out a rough grunt.
He leaned over me, his hand winding into my hair and yanking back.
“You’re mine,” he whispered into my ear before sucking on my earlobe.
And then he let go of me, pulling away and leaving me completely spent on the bed.
I barely had the energy to look up at him as he quickly put his clothes on.
He picked up a blanket from the other side of the bed and spread it out over me. Before leaving through the door, he smiled at me.
I gripped the blanket, wondering what the hell was going to happen now.
He’d gotten exactly what he wanted.
I supposed I had too.
Or maybe we’d both gotten what we wanted, in a way.
Was that good or bad?
I was going to find out soon enough.
Chapter 16
WHEN SEBASTIAN BROUGHT me food, I could barely contain myself because I was starving. As I was shoving the food into my mouth, he kept his gaze on me.
“Has anyone ever fucked you like that before?” he suddenly asked.
Why was he even asking that? Was he trying to get me to confirm the obvious?
“Answer me or I’ll take your food away.”
I almost hugged the container to myself. “No.”
“Good. Then you won’t miss your boyfriend. I killed him.”
I cocked my head at him, my brow furrowing.
What the fuck was he talking about?
“I don’t know who you killed, but he sure like hell wasn’t my boyfriend.” I eyed him carefully.
A smile broke out on his face. “I’m just messing with you.”
Why?
I couldn’t figure out what he wanted now.
Did he believe there might be someone else in my life? A secret boyfriend who might be looking for me? Someone my father didn’t know about, maybe.
Dammit, maybe I should’ve pretended there was someone.
Or maybe not.
“Why don’t you have a boyfriend? You haven’t met anyone who was up to your standards?” he asked.
“I don’t know. I guess I was too busy to have one. I moved into my mom’s old apartment when I started college, and I didn’t really know anyone. I focused on studying, mostly so I wouldn’t think about my mom, who passed away.” I had no idea why I’d just told him all that.
Maybe it felt good to actually be able to talk to someone, even him, like an actual human being. Besides, he was listening to me and his face was serious, so that was something too.
Could I get him to feel sorry for me and let me go?
Probably not.
“So you were on your own?” he asked.
I nodded. “Pretty much. Well, I had my older sister until she died too.”
I took a sip from the water bottle as I tried to push back the tears that were forming in the corners of my eyes. It was impossible to think about Sofia and not want to cry.
“What happened to her?”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “You don’t know?”
Had he just forgotten because it didn’t matter to him? Or had my father failed to mention it?
He shook his head. “Your father only said that he changed his mind about which daughter he wants to give me. He said you were younger and prettier.”
I made a face.
My father was a lowlife piece of shit.
“Well, she died. In a car crash,” I said, and gritted my teeth.
I couldn’t keep my anger in check because this whole thing was ridiculous.
My monster of a father had simply used me as a replacement, and the monster of my husband hadn’t cared enough to even ask more about the girl he was supposed to marry.
“And that’s how I got forced into becoming your wife,” I spat out. “Am I even your wife, officially? Because I don’t remember signing anything. My sister signed something, though. Maybe you think you married her.”
“I know who you are, Isabella,” he said. “And yes, we’re officially married.”
“You faked my signature. Great,” I muttered. “You know what? This is actually hilarious. I always thought that marriage was completely stupid and pointless. People break their vows all the fucking time. They fall out of love. Hell, they sometimes marry without even loving each other. Or they get forced into it. Wonderful, right? So you can keep your stupid certificate. It means nothing to me.”
Sebastian’s face was expressionless, and I had no idea what he was thinking, or if he was mad at me for what I’d just said.
“It would be nice if people meant the things they said.” I didn’t know why I couldn’t just shut the fuck up already before I got myself in trouble, but I was just so angry at everything.
My situation among all those things.
“My parents pretended they were in love. But my father cheated on my mom, and she tried to make their marriage work. Because hey, they were married and had kids, and they promised they’d love each other forever. Except, the stupid certificate didn’t stop them from fighting or screaming at each other.
“It didn’t stop the pain or even make them happy. It took forever for my mom to finalize the divorce, and it broke her. So maybe I should thank you and my father, because I know from the start that our marriage is bullshit and that there’s no love between us. At least you won’t break my heart. Hell, I don’t even have any real plates here to throw against the wall.”
I lifted the plastic container for emphasis.
But when I looked at Sebastian, he was perfectly still.
It was only his eyes that were swirling with emotion.
He was thinking about something.
Or reliving something.
I stared at him, but it was like he didn’t acknowledge me at all.
What the hell?
Chapter 17
THE PLATE HIT THE WALL with a loud crashing sound only a few inches away from my head and shattered into pieces.
“I hate you! I fucking hate you! I wish I never had you!” my mother screamed as she glared at me with eyes full of rage.
I huddled on the floor, covering my head with my hands and hoping she’d stop. Squeezing my eyes shut, I wished I were somewhere else.
Someone else.
I wished her words would come true and I’d cease to exist.
Another plate broke right next to my bare feet, and I opened my eyes.
“He wasn’t supposed to leave! He was supposed to stay with me, not ask for a divorce!” She raked her hand through her disheveled hair, her makeup smeared around her eyes, and pinned her furious gaze on me. “Why doesn’t he want you? It’s all your fault!”
She rushed at me, and I backed away, but she grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up.
I stepped on a sharp broken piece and cut my foot, but the pain barely registered because she threw me against the wall.
“Sebastian?”
I blinked, back in the room with Isabella.
She was looking at me with a worried expression on her face.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?” I wiped all emotion off my face.
There was no need for her to know anything about my demons from the past.
“Well, I don’t know. You looked like you were somewhere else.”
Why did she even care?
Or was she hoping I’d tell her something she could use against me somehow? She might’ve had sex with me, but her spirit was far from broken.
She was up to something.
I could see it in her eyes.
Her mind was always working.
“I guess you don’t give a damn about marriage and love either,” she said. “I mean, you married me for who knows what reason.”
“Business,” I said.
“For business, right.” She pressed her lips into a thin line. “That means you’re not in love with anyone and you don’t plan on being in love with anyone. Unless you have someone somewhere who’s actually willing to be with you while you’re married to me and keeping me prisoner here, but I highly doubt it.”
I should tell her to shut up already.
It was a surprise I’d let her speak for so long at all. A part of me was curious about her, but she’d also managed to bring up a memory I’d tried really hard to forget.
“I don’t do love.” I flashed her an icy smile and took the empty container.
She crossed her arms, which brought my attention to her breasts.
Fuck.
I had to get out of here before I had my way with her again.
She was watching me with interest when I glanced back at her from the door.
So beautiful.
So full of fire.
My Isabella.
I locked the door and ground my teeth together. After I tossed away the container, I headed to the small gym that had been set up in one of the rooms.
But even as I punched the bag in front of me over and over again, my thoughts kept going back to her.
I’d thought she’d be out of my system by now, but she wasn’t.
I still craved her.
I still wanted to fuck her until her body shuddered from pleasure under mine.
Hell, I even wanted to know more about her.
What she liked.
What she hated. Aside from me.
My obsession with her was getting stronger instead of weakening.
I hit the bag so hard my hand hurt, and I welcomed the pain.
Chapter 18
I COULDN’T STOP THINKING about Sebastian and our conversation, even though I’d been the one who’d mostly talked.
But I couldn’t help but wonder about him and his life.
From what little I could see of this place, it wasn’t big. The hallway and the bathroom weren’t anything special either.
If he was really rich like my father had told my sister, then why wasn’t he living in a mansion?
Unless the mansion was somewhere on the other side, and I didn’t know anything about it because I was stuck in this part of the building.
Maybe my father had lied, which was highly possible, but I didn’t think he would’ve made a deal with some random guy.
No, Sebastian had to be rich, but maybe he couldn’t really show it because everyone would figure out he hadn’t earned all that money legally.
But then again, if he was a successful criminal, he would’ve laundered the money, and there’d be no problem.
Maybe he didn’t want to live in a mansion because it would be easy for his enemies to find him. Except, with his army of armed men, he wouldn’t have that problem.
I groaned.
It was possible he just liked this place, or he had his reasons for being here. I doubted he’d tell me anything about those reasons if I asked.
I wasn’t sure why he’d married me either.
He’d said it was about business, but what business? What had my father offered? I didn’t know my father well enough to be able to tell.
If Sebastian just needed a fake wife, he could’ve hired one. She’d be willing to do whatever he wanted, and he wouldn’t have to worry about her saying or doing the wrong thing.
What if he was actually lonely? Or did he just want easy access to sex, without having to worry his enemies would get him?
Shit. That was probably it, and I’d ended up giving him what he wanted.
If I hadn’t, would he have just taken it anyway?
If my sister were in my place, would things have been different? Would she have charmed him easier? Would she have agreed to be whatever he wanted her to be?
I pushed those thoughts away.
It was stupid to even think about that. My sister wouldn’t have liked any of this, and I would never, ever want her to be in my place right now.
There was still hope that I’d get free, as long as I was alive. I thought back to that moment when Sebastian had turned pensive.
He’d remembered something.
But what was it?
His eyes had darkened, so it couldn’t have been something nice. Maybe I’d brought up memories of his family too.
What had happened to them? Where were they?
If I could find out even a little bit of what was going on in Sebastian’s mind, then maybe I could find some kind of connection.
Something I could use to convince him to let me out of this room. Maybe allow me to see the rest of this place.
There had to be another window in this house.
I also wouldn’t mind having sex with him again. Just thinking about it made me feel warm all over.
I bit down on my lip, blinking at the ceiling.
What the actual fuck?
I shouldn’t be wishing to have sex with my kidnapper again, even if it might help me get my freedom back.
But wait, getting my freedom back was good.
Except, the sex was good too, even if it shouldn’t be.
No, wait again, it was better that I was enjoying myself rather than hating every second of it, wasn’t it?
I rolled over and buried my face into my pillow, growling in frustration.
Why was my mind such a mess?
I should be clear on what my goals were and on what I should do. Whether I liked having sex with Sebastian wasn’t the important question here.
Maybe the fact that I was stuck in a windowless room without much to do was affecting my brain.
I had to get out of here sooner rather than later, and I had to figure out how to do it before Sebastian decided he no longer wanted me.
My father had used me as a replacement, and Sebastian could always replace me too. It wasn’t like it would be hard for him to just go out and find someone to fuck.
He wasn’t locked up in here like I was.
He was free to do whatever the fuck his heart desired.
Chapter 19
“WE NEED TO GO!” VICO yelled from the hallway.
I’d just finished my shower and gotten dressed, so I went out of my room to see what was going on, picking up my gun and my holster on the way.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, adjusting the holster.
Vico’s eyes were wide. “He has a warrant!”
“What?” I creased my brow. “What do you mean? Who? Sargetti?”
He bobbed his head. “He’s coming he
re. We don’t have much time.”
“Okay. Tell everyone to get ready to leave as quickly as possible. They know the drill.”
“Yeah. I’ll do that right away.”
“How did he get a warrant?” I strode with him down the hallway.
“I don’t know, but one of our stash houses was busted. It looks like there was something in there that points to you, and since Sargetti knows where we currently are—”
“But that’s impossible.” I’d made sure nothing ever led to me.
Not a single little thing.
If there was something in that stash house, then it had been planted. But who could’ve done it?
A traitor?
Or Sargetti?
If he’d been there, he could’ve slipped something on purpose. Still, he had to know doing that wouldn’t help him.
I could clear out this place completely before he even got here. And there was no way he had something on me that could put my whole operation in danger.
Maybe he wanted me to think that there was a rat among my men and expected I’d drive myself crazy while searching for the person responsible.
“From what our informant heard, it’s not anything big. Just some business card with your name that was apparently found in one of the boxes with weapons. He has to know we have illegal weapons here, so he slipped that card on purpose, because if he catches us, no one will care about what he did. I don’t know if he mentioned anything about a missing woman too. But he expects to burst in here, surprise us, find our guns, and start with that,” Vito said.
“Son of a bitch! Well, he’s not going to get what he wants. We’re getting out of here.” If Sargetti really wanted to take me down, he’d have to try much, much harder than this.
This house wasn’t my permanent residence anyway. We were all used to moving around. Sometimes, I wondered what having a real home felt like, but I figured it didn’t matter because it wasn’t something I was ever going to have.
As Vico broke into a run, I stopped in front of Isabella’s room.
Maybe I should just kill her.
It would be easier to get rid of her body than drag her around with me, especially if the detective had actually found something we weren’t aware of yet and we’d have to be on the run.
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