Page 16 of Willing Captive
“All you have to do,” I say as I kiss along her jaw and to her ear, “is sit here and take it.”
“Mattia,” she gasps as my teeth graze her neck.
I’ve got the urge to devour her in every way imaginable, but right now I’ll take this. My hand on her neck slides to her hair, and I grip it tightly, tugging until she cries out in pleasure and her hips rock forward, seeking release.
My lips find hers again, and I keep kissing her as the hand I’ve got on her ass slides around to the front. She stills when my fingers brush over the wet cotton covering her pussy, but that doesn’t stop me; I’m not sure anything could right now.
“You should run from me,” I say against her lips, and it’s followed by the sound of me ripping her panties. “I’m going to ruin you, Leonora.”
“Don’t stop,” she says, her eyes wide with both fear and excitement.
My grip on her hair tightens as I slide two fingers against her slick clit and she moans. It’s so hard and needy as I circle it, around and around, and then dip inside her cunt. The sounds of me pressing on her clit while I thrust in and out are obscene and fucking glorious.
I’m grunting in time with her hips as she bucks forward, and I help her ride my hand. She clenches around me, and the second she’s about to go off, I cover her mouth with mine. I want her scream of pleasure inside my body, so I breathe it in as I kiss her.
It feels like lightning has struck the car when she cums, and I’m charged with something erotic and beautiful. I drag it out of her for as long as possible until she’s completely boneless and limp in my arms.
“Worth every penny,” I whisper against her lips before I pull my fingers out of her warm cunt and lick them clean.
Chapter 11
Leo
I open up the nightstand drawer and peek inside. There’s a gun and a couple of books there. On top of the table is a lamp, and it matches the one on the other side. A picture of me would be great right there.
This place is the antithesis of mine. It’s swanky and screams money. Not only that, it’s really freaking cool. I’ve only seen homes this nice in movies. Wait, is it a house or mansion? How does one know the difference?
“Can I help you find anything?” Mattia asks when I stroll into the bathroom and past the pool that I believe is a bathtub.
“Nope.” I start opening all the drawers in there too and shuffling things around. “I’m nosy.”
I might also be making sure I don’t see any girly crap around here, but he doesn’t need to know that.
“You don’t say.”
A sexy chuckle rumbles from him, making my nipples harden. My body is still humming from the orgasm he gave me in the car. I should be the one paying him for what he did to me, but that’s not happening.
“Where’s the safe?” I ask, spinning back around to face him.
“Which one?”
“There’s more than one?!” That’s so cool. “I mean, I have two, but I’m guessing you mean you have a handful. I don’t have the space.”
“Four.”
Oh, I’m going to have fun finding all of them. “Are they in sneaky places?”
“I suppose you could say that.”
I drop my voice, even though I believe we’re alone right now, but this place is massive. People could be roaming around. There has to be a staff.
“Do any of them have gold bars?” That’s the first thing I put in my safe.
“I’m sure that can be arranged,” he says.
I walk out of the bathroom and over to the giant fireplace in the bedroom. There’s a massive painting hanging over it, and I grab the corner.
“Leo!” Mattia shouts when I pull on it and the painting starts to fall.
