by Ella Miles
I sigh. He’s not lying. Just not telling the whole truth. He knows I’m out here.
I walk down the three steps and sit on the bottom step, my feet hitting the gravel outside of the house for the first time since I arrived. I sip my coffee and wait.
I don’t have to wait long. Five minutes later, maybe, I see Caspian running up the drive. Shirtless.
My mouth falls open seeing his rippling muscles contract. I lift my cup of coffee to my mouth to cover my gaping. I glance over at the side of the house and realize his car has been here the whole time. I could have searched for his keys and tried to escape.
He would have found me. I’m sure his car has a GPS system.
I turn back to the gorgeous man sparkling under the sun reflecting off of his glistening skin.
Damn, maybe I should agree to stay for two months. I could stay locked up in this tiny cabin if it meant two months of fucking him.
“You wouldn’t be trying to escape, would you?” he asks.
“Nope, just drinking my coffee on the front porch.” I take a sip of my coffee to prove my point.
“You don’t listen to music when you run?” I ask, noticing he doesn’t have any earbuds in.
“No need. I have voices in my head far too often. I prefer to run alone.”
I narrow my eyes. “What does that mean?”
Caspian stretches his arms over his head, and my insides are putty. My nipples perk up, thinking they are about to get attention. And my core burns with desire.
He shrugs. “I have earbuds in often to communicate with my security teams. I prefer to be alone when I run.”
I nod. That makes sense. But again, I get the feeling that although it’s true, it’s not the reason he doesn’t listen to music.
“I have a proposition for you,” I say, letting the previous topic go.
He bends down, stretching at the waist. “So you were trying to escape. Just with propositions this time, instead of running.”
I frown. “How do you know what my proposition is about?”
He straightens. “Because I know you. “
I pout. “No, you don’t.”
He cocks his head to the side. “You’re Gia Carini. Third born. You are the child your mother thought would save her marriage to your father. She was wrong.
“You weren’t exactly neglected as a child, but you were not praised like your brothers. You never fully belonged in their world. You were just one more child to split the inheritance with.
“You just floated by in school. Never really pushing yourself, but getting mostly A’s all the same. You never went to college, didn’t even apply. Why would you? You are the beautiful woman your family uses to distract other men when it suits them.
“And then you met a man, Roman. You thought he was different. He could give you a real life. A purpose. So you fell in love, and now you’re here. How I’d do?”
I set my coffee cup down on the step before I stand calmly. “Like you had Adela do a background check on me and figure out the basics. That doesn’t mean you know me.”
He takes a step closer to me, closing the already tiny gap and setting off an electrical pulse. It starts off slow, as his hand grazes my fingertips accidentally, and then races faster as it hits every major nerve in my body.
“You’re incredibly stubborn. You won’t take no for an answer. You hate to be controlled. You’re naïve. You’re a bit of a princess who is used to other people taking care of them. Your beauty has gotten you far in life.”
I glare at him, hating where he is going with this.
“But you are also an incredibly strong, intelligent, and fierce woman. One that could put me on my knees with one word. That’s how I know you what you are about to propose.”
He’s right. He knows me better than I want him too.
“And that’s why I’m not going to stick around and listen to it.”
“What?” the word slips out of my mouth more in shock than an actual question. He slips by me, jogging inside.
It takes a second for the shock to wear off and the annoyance to set in. He will too listen to me.
I stomp inside, not even bothering to pick up my coffee mug. I slam the door behind me and then I listen, waiting to figure out where Caspian went.
Shower. I can hear the water on. I smile; the benefits of having a small home.
I take loud steps, making my presence known as I make my way to the bathroom.
Caspian has kicked off his running shoes and is standing in the bathroom with the water running. He sees me, smirks, pushes down his running shorts and flicks them in my direction before stepping into the shower.
I gape for a second as his body disappears behind the glass doors.
“Caspian! You don’t get to end a conversation like that!” I yell when I regain my composure.
He ignores me and grabs the bottle of shampoo.
He doesn’t get to win without even hearing me out.
I stomp to the shower door and throw it open. “Talk to me, damn it!”
Nothing. He pretends I’m not even here. He massages the cream colored liquid into his hair until it begins to lather.
I don’t think. I want him to talk to me, and this is the only way I know how. I rip the clothes off my body and step into the shower.
He continues to ignore that I’m here. Instead, he tilts his head back and closes his eyes as he rinses the shampoo. I stop thinking for a moment while I watch the suds drip down his hard chest.
I shake my head, forcing myself to focus.
“Look at me, Conti!” I yell.
He finally does with an amused expression.
“Yes?”
Damn, I can’t think. All I can do is stare at his lips. I forgot how inviting they are. I want him pressed against mine. And then sucking on every sensitive part of my body.
No.
Focus.
“I want to make a deal. You don’t want me here forever. I’m a liability. I’ll drive you mad. It’s clear you are a loner.”
He shrugs. But he’s listening closely.
“Let me go in two months. I mean, one month. You can have me for one month. Do anything you want. All those dirty thoughts floating around in your head can be a reality. For one month. Then let me go. You don’t want the trouble I bring anyway.”
He leans forward until his lips brush against mine, the water dripping down his face and rolling onto mine. I shiver.
“No.”
My heart stops. He said no, but I don’t care about his answer. I care about what I want. I want sex.
My lips close the gap, needing his lips on mine. He doesn’t hesitate. He kisses back with the force of the universe pushing us together. I don’t understand the attraction between us. It’s not like the attraction between Roman and me. This is different. Very, very different. It’s all-consuming.
I can’t think about escaping when I want to go deeper into his abyss. I want him more and more until I no longer feel like myself except when our lips are locked. I’ve never felt like myself until now.
I should have learned my lesson. Relying on a guy to make me whole is what landed me in trouble. I was raped and abused because I trusted a man with more than he had earned. But Caspian saved me. He’s not evil. And it’s just sex.
The sex will eventually get boring. We aren’t together. We aren’t a couple. Eventually, Caspian will let me go. And then I can find my own life, without a man.
“What do you want, Gia?” he asks as he presses me against the back of the shower. The cold tile presses against my back. He’s asking if I still want my freedom. How can I say it’s what I want when all I can think about is his body? I’m not sure when I will be ready to give him up. One month won’t be long enough. I don’t even know if two months would be long enough.
“Freedom, I want freedom. I just don’t know how to get it,” I whisper.
“I do. Let me take you away from everything.” He doesn’t wait for me to respond. He kisses down my ne
ck as he palms my breast. I’ve never had shower sex. Never felt the slick water racing down my face. Never been with a man who is half monster and half angel.
But that is exactly who Caspian is.
My body comes alive under his touch. I forget about everything but him. He’s right that it feels a lot like freedom. At least it does in my head, even if my body isn’t really free.
His eyes rage with lust as I writhe under his touch.
“You have the body of a princess,” he says, lowering how mouth to my nipple to lick the sensitive bud.
I arch my back, needing more of the flickering he’s doing with his tongue.
“And the heart of a warrior.” He releases his latch and sinks his hand between my legs. He hits my favorite spot without even trying.
I see the look of something darker in his eyes. He wants more than what he’s about to do to me. This time is for me. But if I want to win this game we are playing, I will have to give into his desires. Is he as twisted as Dante?
No, but he said he was worse. I still don’t know what that means, but I plan on figuring it out.
Right now though, I just need the release of freedom he promised.
His cock pushes into my stomach, and I ache to have him inside me.
But he’s patient. As much as my body presses against his, needing to feel his slick length inside me, he won’t let me until he says so. He may not seek everything he wants when he’s with me, but he still has the control.
“Come, Gia,” he commands as his fingers slide inside my slit while his thumb presses the button to build me.
“Conti!” I cry as an orgasm rolls through me.
His eyes blaze as he watches me follow his command. I pant for several seconds, trying to get my hold on reality again.
“How do you do that?” I ask breathing slightly more regularly, but his hand is still buried inside me.
“The question you should be asking is why. Why do I do that when I should be punishing you?”
“But—”
I don’t get to speak. His mouth covers mine, taking my voice and any thoughts with me.
His cock replaces his fingers inside me, stretching me to my brink. He pumps quickly in and out of me, not giving either of us time to say anything to each other.
He lifts my legs up, and I dig them into his back as my hand grips his neck, holding on for my life as he moves us faster and faster.
“I can’t,” I cry, knowing his body is begging me to orgasm again, but there is no way my body can handle that again so soon.
Caspian stills, and strokes my face, running his thumb across my bottom lip. He smiles sweetly, even though his cock is still inside me. There is nothing sweet about Caspian.
“Beautiful,” he says simply.
I blush at the simple compliment I wasn’t expecting in the midst of quick shower sex.
His sweet smile turns wicked. And then he thrusts. My body clenches around his cock. My soul contracts to the beat of his breathing. And I know I’m going to be lost to Caspian forever.
“Conti!” I cry again, loving the way his name rolls off my tongue.
I hold onto him with everything I have as he slams his body into mine. He’s not gentle as his own orgasm takes over him. My body hits the shower tile over and over.
It’s hard. It’s primal. And it’s something that has been missing from my life for a long time: passion.
I clutch onto him knowing I don’t know when I will have to let this feeling go, let Caspian go.
“It’s Caspian, by the way,” he says as he slowly stills, both of our breathing still frantic.
“I like Conti better. Conti saved me from my nightmares.”
He frowns. “Conti doesn’t exist. You saved yourself.”
Jesus, my heart stops. Can Caspian say anything more perfect right now? While at the same time moments ago, say all the wrong things?
It’s a good thing my heart is stopped right now, because I don’t trust it. If Caspian gave me my freedom right now, I’m not sure I would take it. He treats me well. Then he treats me horrible. He can say the sweetest compliments and the most awful insults. Sex with him is incredible, but also intense. His house is homy but also feels like a prison.
I like Caspian. More than I would ever admit to him or myself. But like isn’t love. And even if I loved him, the thought of that feeling got me in trouble before. I can’t stay here forever. Whatever this is, needs to end. It would be so much easier if I hated him.
Why don’t I hate you, Caspian?
12
Gia
Caspian never said yes to my proposal. He also never gave me a definitive no. Neither is surprising. We don’t really talk. We fuck.
I’m not complaining. The sex is amazing, but I need to figure out what is going on in Caspian’s head to have a chance of getting free.
I woke up this morning without a nightmare. Which means Caspian slept in the bed with me last night. He only has twice. Usually, he sleeps on the couch in the living room. He hasn’t said he doesn’t like sleeping with me. But I assume it crosses some line in his book. Makes whatever this is, too relationship-y. But I want him in my bed every night. He keeps my demons away.
I put on some jeans and a fitted white shirt that makes my boobs look fantastic. I comb my long hair and then hurry out to see if I can find Caspian before he leaves for work, or wherever he goes when he isn’t here.
“He’s not here,” Adela says, stopping me as I reach the kitchen.
She sits at a barstool eating her breakfast. Michi is in the kitchen cooking omelettes.
I frown as I glance at the clock on the microwave. It’s seven in the morning. I didn’t exactly sleep in, but I have no idea what time Caspian usually wakes.
She smiles at me. “Don’t worry; he didn’t run out on you on purpose. He had a meeting. That’s why I came over so early: to keep you company.”
Adela’s voice is strong and happy. She reminds me of myself before life destroyed me.
I don’t have the heart to tell her even if he was here this morning; it wouldn’t mean we would have some romantic moment. Her eyes seem too hopeful for a relationship that will never happen between us.
“You mean you are here to make sure I don’t run away.”
I take a seat next to her as Michi pours me a cup of coffee. He’s whistling to himself, ignoring my sharp words.
My words don’t faze Adela. “I don’t need to be here to make sure you don’t run. You won’t run.”
I shake my head. “You Contis underestimate me.”
She chuckles. “I don’t think Caspian underestimates you at all. I think that’s why he’s fascinated with you. He doesn’t know what to do with you. And I’m not a Conti by the way, so don’t group me in with him.”
“I thought you were his sister?”
“I am. I’m just married. I’m a Caruso now.”
I stare at her in disbelief. I never expected her to be married. To have some resemblance of a normal life.
She smiles. “I’ve shocked you.”
I nod.
“Good, I didn’t think that was possible.”
“Omelette, okay?” Michi asks.
“Of course.”
He places the omelette in front of me. “My cooking may not be as good as Caspian’s, but mine is more reliable.”
I chuckle. “Caspian told you?”
He gives me a wink. “Yes, I guess I will have to work harder to gain your approval.”
“Your food is amazing. It’s just—”
“Caspian’s is better. You’re wrong, but I get it. When you love someone, it’s easy to look past their faults.”
“I do not love Caspian! He’s holding me captive. How could I love someone who took away my freedom?”
Adela sinks in her chair, as her and Michi exchange knowing glances.
Michi shakes his head at me. “Love is strange. You don’t get to choose it. It chooses you. I believe you if you don’t love him now, just be careful
. Love sneaks up on you when you least expect it to.”
I take a bite of my omelette. I’m not going to argue with Michi about loving Caspian. It’s not possible for me to love a man who took my independence away, my choices away, for even one second.
I turn to Adela as Michi starts cleaning the dishes in the sink.
“You have the security footage of Dante’s house?”
She nods slowly, only looking at me out of the corner of her eye as she tries to sip her coffee casually.
“You had a camera in the room where I was kept?”
She nods even slower.
“I need to see. I need to know Caspian never touched me.”
She swallows her coffee, hard. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
She stands and walks slowly toward the front door, like if she walks slowly I might change my mind. She exits, and I think maybe she is leaving, rather than getting the recording. But a few minutes later, she returns with a computer in her hand.
She walks back next to me and opens the computer. She glances at Michi.
“I think I’m going to go for a walk down to town. Get us some nice wine to enjoy with our pasta tonight,” he says before walking out the front door.
Adela turns to me. “What do you want to see?”
“The night that five men came.”
She nods. She starts typing into the computer searching files, and then she clicks on a video.
She turns the computer back to me. “Do you want me to stay or give you some time?”
“You’ve already seen it?”
She nods. “I spent most of my time since Dante captured you monitoring you.”
“Why?”
“Because Caspian couldn’t. He wanted to make sure you were still okay.”
My heart hurts. How could he think I was still okay when he knew what Dante was doing to me? How could he wait so long to rescue me?
“It killed Caspian to leave you there. I know he hasn’t told you why yet. I’ve told him he needs to tell you why soon. I don’t know if he will, but it’s not my place to explain. Just know he had a reason, and it tormented him every hour he left you with that monster.”
Her words don’t make me think any better of Caspian.
