His Captive: A Revenge Marriage Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  After cleaning the kitchen, the bookshelf in the living room called my name. Nose buried in the pages, I’d devoured about half of a book before deciding to make lunch.

  Finding something to cook was easy enough thanks to the well-stocked kitchen. Everything I could possibly need to create unique meals for a full month was right there. Robert had obviously been planning this trip for quite some time, but I bet he’d planned on being alone. I was nothing more than a nuisance along for the ride.

  To be honest, I’d only decided to cook with hopes of luring Robert out of his cave. And I thanked Granny again and again, because it worked. She’d told me that the way to a man’s heart was through his stomach, and in Robert’s case, that was definitely right because he’d shown up scowling and ravenous, but still devastatingly sexy, black haired mussed.

  Brooding or not, the alpha’s still the most gorgeous man I’ve ever laid eyes on with that massive chest and thick, tree-trunk legs. Much hotter than anyone I’ve ever seen, a thousand times better than the male accountants I work with. Those guys are pasty and thin, limp like a noodle, whereas my kidnapper’s deep bronzed, hard and muscled like a pro athlete.

  And as soon as he entered the kitchen, the air sizzled with that potent masculine energy.

  My body is so aware of him that it’s scary. Even before he rounded the corner, my pussy sensed him, throbbing in anticipation. Breasts aching, my nipples poked stiffly, and I thanked god for the apron because the sweater I had on hid nothing.

  And now, even in memory, my cunt tingles foolishly wanting what it can’t have. Down girl, I scold angrily. Down girl, you don’t need your captor’s dick inside, buried deep. You’ll only regret it.

  For the life of me, I still don’t know why I’m attracted to the man. He’s godawful good-looking, yes. But he’s also a fucking asshole who thinks it’s okay to kidnap a girl to solve his problems.

  I’m so damn conflicted, the urge to scream isn’t far beneath the surface. Holding it in is the only option. Because the moment I crack, there’s no telling what might happen. I only hope that Robert’s nowhere near because I might jump him, I might beg him to take me, to claim me in every way.

  So following his disappearance after lunch, I quickly cleaned up and went exploring around the rest of the house. The place is just as extravagant as I suspected. Sure, it’s technically a cabin, but each and every corner of the home has beautiful furnishings, including hand-woven rugs and intricate tapestries on the walls. It reminds me of a lavish winter retreat. Simply spectacular.

  And burying myself in a book, I lost myself in a story. But by five o’clock, my stomach was protesting in hunger so I returned to the kitchen to whip up something quick.

  Using fresh vegetables in the refrigerator, I roasted them along with some potatoes from the pantry. While that was in the oven, steaks cooked on the stove. If I could just lure Robert out for another meal, it’d make for some much-needed human interaction, but he never showed.

  Disappointed, I ate a little of it myself before storing the rest in the fridge. Cleaning had proven to be very therapeutic as I restored order and cleanliness. When I put the broom back in its proper place, a shelf containing several very expensive wine bottles caught my eye.

  Not daring to touch them, I only admired the names on the bottles and concluded that my captor must be richer than I originally thought. Each bottle had to retail for at least two thousand dollars. Impressed, I retreated to my room to think.

  Oh god, what should I do? What can I do? There was the car he kidnapped me in. But the most glaring problem is that I don’t exactly know how to steal a car. Hotwiring a vehicle doesn’t seem likely with my lack of knowledge, and I have no idea where he keeps the keys.

  So with no nearby neighbors, I’m trapped. Getting into bed, I pull the sheets over myself, feeling hopeless. Out in the middle of nowhere with no end in sight, I lie totally motionless on the bed in the dark room and will myself to sleep.

  Robert, Robert, Robert, his name flows in my mind. Why can’t I stop thinking about the man? Why the hell does my captor have to be front and center, every second of every day, making me burn with hunger, sizzling with desire? Why why why?

  And then it happens. Like an answer to my dream, the door bangs open and the dark man’s huge, hulking form is there. Barefoot and bare chested, his perfectly muscled bod looms, shadowy and dark, stealing my breath.

  I should scream. I should cry out to the heavens, in case someone can hear. The chances aren’t likely, but still, that should be my natural reaction.

  But instead, I go shivery inside, warm and trembly. Oh god, what’s wrong with me? So I sit up, gasping.

  “What are you doing?” comes my mewling cry. This is never going to do. “Get out of my room!” I proclaim, louder this time, clasping the blanket to my chest. “Get out!”

  His eyes burn with fire, devouring me whole, and before I know it, the sheet’s fallen to my lap. Why oh why did that happen? Why did my nerveless fingers let go, baring my creaminess, nipples hard and stiff, pointing straight at the big man?

  And with my tits revealed, Robert’s eyes change color, going from blue to a deep, dark black. A muscle flickers in that strong jaw as he stalks purposefully into the room, towering over my small form in the bed.

  Oh god.

  I should pull the sheet over my boobs again, but I’m frozen, like a deer fixed by a predator’s gaze. My tits stay out there, huge, luscious, beckoning to the man. His undivided attention has my core aching and moist.

  What the hell is wrong with me? I should be trying to escape! I’m in danger! screams the voice again.

  Robert opens his mouth to speak but a primal growl comes out instead. Clenching his hand into fists, it seems as if he’s struggling with himself, fighting some internal battle.

  I can’t move, holding still as a hummingbird, just waiting. My skin craves him. My insides are running moist and wet, the sheet dampening beneath my pussy.

  I’m sure he’s about to kiss me, to put that mouth on mine when his words come out in a crack, slapping me across the face.

  “I knew you were a fucking slut. This is second time I’ve seen your tits today. Just admit it. You’re trying to seduce me, aren’t you? Just like you seduced Chance. You’re a fucking whore.”

  What? No! He’s got it all wrong. I look at him with shocked, wide eyes before protesting.

  “No! I- I just don’t have any clothes! This isn’t exactly an overnight trip, I didn’t pack a suitcase or anything.” The tremor in my voice shames me, heart curdling.

  His nostrils flare but those eyes darken even more. Robert closes the rest of the space between us swiftly and silently like a predator stalking its prey. Yanking the covers off of me, he reveals the rest of my nude body, everything out in the open, creamy and flushed.

  Scrabbling, I try to gather the blankets and pull them back onto my chest but he’s too strong and fast. Again, he yanks away the barrier between us, this time flinging the sheet on the floor so that it’s completely out of reach.

  My hands fly to cover my curvy form, but it’s a useless attempt. The round globes of my breasts are too big to conceal with my small hands and they keep slipping out, nipples peeking from behind my fingers. And oh god, my slit. My pink slit is in full view, moist and puffy, as he stares at it. Shamefully, it juices even more under his gaze, making me moan out loud.

  His blue eyes trail over my body, blazing hotly.

  I squirm, loving it, but common sense takes over.

  “Please don’t,” I breathe, twisting this way and that, still trying to shield my cunt and breasts. Oh god, there’s just too much flesh and I can’t hide my curves, not by a long shot.

  Those blue eyes flicker.

  “You’re the town slut,” he rasps cruelly. “A fucking nasty ass slut, luring men into your trap. I might as well help myself to what you’re handing out to every other guy.”

  Shocked by the conviction behind his words, I shake my head fiercely. Can�
��t he tell by now that I’m not any of those terrible things?

  “It’s not me,” I protest, still trying to get my body under control. “You’re talking about my sister, Ann-Marie. I’m not a slut. I’ve never even-“

  “Shut up!” he roars before ripping my hands away from my body.

  With my makeshift shield no longer in place, all of my naked body is bared to him, pulsing and trembling.

  “A fucking slut,” he growls, eyes flashing to my tits, then my cunt, then back to my tits. “A damned fucking slut,” he says again, gathering steam. “Look at you, panting for me like a cat in heat,” he rasps, leaning forward to squeeze one huge breast. His fingers pinch my nipple cruelly and a powerful shock wave ripples through me like never before. It’s like my nip is connected to my pussy, and I gush warmly down below, unable to stop. Never have I been so alive.

  But Robert’s a mean motherfucker, and he hates me so much.

  “Spread your legs,” he barks. “Let me see what all the guys are getting.”

  I shake my head furiously.

  “No, absolutely not,” comes my panted reply, hands still trying to cover my body. “No no no.”

  But Robert won’t take no as an answer. He raises his fist, that massive palm high above my head, ready to strike.

  “Spread your legs,” he threatens again. “Spread those slutty thighs, you fucking slut.”

  And I should have felt scared. I should have been terrified at the thought that he’d beat me. But the alpha would never do anything like that unless I wanted it. I know there’s something else lurking beneath the surface, and suddenly I realize what it is.

  Because the tent in his pants is impossible to ignore. Even in the darkness, I can see it, that massive pole pushing against the fabric at his crotch. And as I stare, something incredible happens. Oh yeah, Robert’s so hard and juiced that his cock literally pokes out from his waistband then, stiff and ready, the tip gleaming with lust.

  My mouth goes dry. He wants me. Maybe the alpha hates me, but he also wants me, and without quite realizing what I’m doing, my legs spread. Oh yeah, my white thighs part, revealing the pink slit within, and I up the ante, doubling down. Leaning back slightly, I stretch my thighs wider before slipping one small hand down to slowly pull my labia apart, showing him my clit, my sweet hole, my wetly gleaming insides.

  “Is this what you want Daddy?” comes my soft pant. “Is this it?”

  Oh god, my clit’s practically waving at him, so stiff and hard, like a mini-flagpole. And Robert stares, unable to move, a man in a trance.

  I double down again.

  Leaning back onto my elbows, I flick one finger over my clit, playing with the hard nub while sliding another digit through my drenched folds.

  “I’m so wet,” comes my soft murmur. “And it’s all for you Robert.”

  The big man flies into action then.

  “What a slutty cunt,” he rasps harshly. “What a fucking slutty cunt.”

  I nod then, a warm feeling rushing over my heart before pooling in my pussy.

  “And it’s all for you,” I mewl, spreading my labia apart wider, toying lightly with my hole. “Like I said, all for you.”

  And then it happens. The big man’s on me, ravishing my lips, his hands all over my body, squeezing, caressing and making me moan. It feels like I’m freefalling into an abyss with no way to stop, the air rushing from my lungs.

  “Robert,” I gasp.

  My moan fills his mouth and the alpha grunts with satisfaction. His lips lock on mine again and then suddenly, it happens. The alpha shoves two fingers into my cunt and I squeal, jerking from the unexpected penetration.

  Oh god, he doesn’t know. He doesn’t know that I’m a virgin, that I’ve never had a man inside, not in any way, shape or form. I’m still for a moment, unable to move, and then my cunt gushes heavily, the reaction immediate.

  “Fuck you’re a slut,” he grinds out against my mouth, digits burrowing deeper into my sweetness. “You’re such a fucking whore, so wet like this. And I’m gonna fuck this cunt until you cry.”

  I’m on the brink of crying already because it feels so good. My walls hug him tight, pulsing and clamping around those digits, and he moves them experimentally inside me, wiggling a little, even drawing back before pushing in again.

  I really scream then, pussy pulsing in ecstasy.

  “Oh Daddy!” comes the wail, head falling back, breasts pushed up to the sky. “Robert, yes!”

  The alpha growls with male satisfaction. “Fuck you’re so fucking tight,” he grinds out, pushing even deeper. “So. Fucking. Tight.”

  But before I can reply, my captor pulls his fingers out with a disgusting sucking sound before lifting them to his nose. The big man seizes my eyes as he breathes deep, inhaling my scent and then grins lasciviously.

  “Oh yeah, your cunt’s ripe. Daddy knows a ripe cunt when he smells it,” he rasps. “And that cunt’s gonna be fucked, baby, fucked within an inch of its life.”

  His big body flies into motion then, literally tearing his shirt like he’s the Incredible Hulk. His pants are off in a New York second and my breathing stops then, eyes wide. Because for the first time, I get a sight of that cock, the fully erect fuckpole.

  Oh my god. He’s huge.

  My mouth goes dry, eyes goggling.

  More than huge. Massive. Standing at attention like a rod ready to do business.

  And I give in utterly, insides dissolving, becoming a mewling mass of female hunger, luscious curves and wetly creaming cunt. I want him, and all I can do is sit on the bed, quivering, staring hungrily at the heavy missile.

  “Cat got your tongue?” he says in a low rasp, blue eyes gleaming. “Cat got baby’s tongue?”

  I gulp before meeting that fierce gaze. And giving into my dark side, I lean back again, spreading my legs, and pull my labia apart once more, offering him my all.

  “Right here, Daddy, right here,” I coo, showing him my inner channel, the pink glistening and so wet. “Right here.”

  Where the fuck are these words coming from? Where in the world did I learn to behave like a whore, showing him my interior channel? Oh god, but he stares at me then, eyes burning before covering my soft form with his hard one.

  “Fuck yeah, Daddy’s gonna take,” he rasps, that hard pole pressed right against my soft wet mound. It’s so good. My skin sizzles at the contact, pussy lips parting lengthwise around his dick, dripping onto his shaft, riding him in a dirty camel toe.

  But I can’t say anything because Robert’s kissing me passionately again, tongue seeking and greedy, going deep and deeper still. And as his mouth works furiously against mine, strong hands push my thighs apart. Wide, even wider, so that he can fit in between.

  I gasp into his mouth, eyes going big. Oh my god, it’s gonna happen. It’s absolutely gonna happen, and like he can read my mind, Robert grunts.

  “Are you on anything?” he pauses heavily, looking up for a moment.

  I stare back at him, dicktip already at the entrance of my channel, nudging my folds, spreading my pussy lips apart.

  “No,” I gasp, body trembling. “No.”

  But I want him so bad that the whore inside takes over again. Because with a mewl and a cry, I grind my hips forward, trying to get his shaft in me.

  “But it doesn’t matter Daddy,” I pant, seizing the base of his cock with a small hand and literally trying to pull it into my pussy. “It’s okay,” I beg, writhing and twisting. “Please, please, don’t stop, please put it in.”

  And the big man does. Maybe it’s because I’m so slutty, maybe it’s because I’ve already got him a quarter inch inside, but with a roar, the alpha thrusts forward, embedding himself firmly in my folds.

  A scream escapes my throat as I clutch those broad shoulders. Oh god, I’ve been fucked! There’s a sharp sting in my pussy which makes me cry out again, big boobies bobbling, and I squirm, uncomfortably impaled on that huge rod.

  But Robert holds utterly still, that ma
ssive chest shaking with his cock buried to the balls in my cunt, twitching reflexively.

  His breathing is labored, that masculine frame literally vibrating with lust. But he pauses.

  “Why didn’t you tell me?” comes that raspy voice. One big hand seizes my chin, forcing me to look into blazing blue eyes. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?”

  I cry out again, unable to help myself. This conversation is crazy, I’ve literally got his cock inside, and yet he wants to talk? But I know what it’s about, and the words come babbling out.

  “You wouldn’t have believed me,” I rush, the ache in my pussy so delicious, my warm folds spread and pulsing. “You wouldn’t have believed that I was a virgin,” I try again.

  Robert’s unmoving, those blue eyes still boring into my soul. But then with a heave and a grunt, he reaches between us and strokes my clit, lightly running a big finger along the bottom where I’m the most sensitive.

  “Oh!” I cry out, squirming deliciously. “Oh Daddy!”

  “You should have told me,” he grinds out, “You should have fucking told me, I could have made it easier for you.”

  I can’t speak, eyes dropping closed as he plays with my nub. Oh god, it feels so good and the ache’s beginning to dissipate. Instead of the sharp sting in my cunt, instead I’m feeling a warm wetness, a fullness that only the alpha can give.

  “Yeah, I could have made it easier for you,” he rasps again, still playing with my clit. But then unexpectedly, he pinches my sensitive nub, making me cry out again.

  “Fuck,” is all he says. “Shit, shit.”

  Because I see what he’s looking at. As the big man pulls back, that dick exits my folds, my pinkness gripping him tight. Oh yeah, I want him and my pussy’s begging him to stay, the flesh gripping his shaft, hole gushing wetly again.

  But it’s the slick of red on the side of his dick that makes us both stop. Because it’s there. The proof of my virginity, the tiny spot of blood that indicates my innocence.

  I’m so afraid that he’s going to pull out altogether, leaving me empty, that I throw my arms around those broad shoulders and hump myself forwards, cunt folds swallowing that massive cock again, trying to get him deep.