Page 22 of Willing Captive
“Then it’s settled,” Frank says as he gets up from his seat. “The hit is yours to take, and if there’s any blowback, we’ll all support you.”
“Thank you, Frank,” I tell him as I take my hand out from under Leo’s skirt and grab her wrist. “Today you’ll swear allegiance to my bride.”
I hold out her hand, and one by one, the men come by and kiss the ring I put on her finger two nights ago. The diamond is about fifteen karats, and it’s so heavy she can hardly pick her hand up. But I wanted every person who took one look at her to know she was taken.
As the men in the room pledge their loyalty to my bride, I feel her cunt clench around my cock. It takes longer than I want to get through everyone, but as soon as the last man is done, I tell everyone to clear the room.
The second the door shuts, I stand up with Leo still on my dick, and I pin her to my desk. I put my hand on her back and keep her still as I pound into her from behind.
“Fucking mine,” I snarl as I think about Dario trying to take what’s mine.
“Y-you love me,” Leo gasps, and my thrusts pause.
“Of course I love you,” I say and then blink a few times.
I’m so shocked by her words because I thought she already knew. I mean, I haven’t said them out loud, but I figured when she woke up with an iceberg on her hand, she’d get the idea. When I pull out, she whines about being empty, but I tell her to calm down as I flip her over and then thrust back inside.
“I love you,” I say as I slide in and out of her tight little slit. “I’ve loved you since you tried to pepper spray me.”
“I knew that was the way to a man’s heart,” she says and spreads her legs wider.
“I’ll do better about saying it, but you’re mine, and I’m never letting you go. Not now, not fucking ever.”
“Good, because I kind of love you too.” She arches her back to take me deeper, and I reach between us to rub her clit.
Her pussy squeezes around me after a few quick touches, and she screams my name as she climaxes. No doubt all the men in the hall can hear her, but I don’t give a fuck. Let them know who she belongs to.
I stare down at her cunt, and my balls draw up tight against me. My cock thickens, the veins around it throbbing and pulsing, and I growl as I empty my cum inside her. Filling her up is primal, and I’ve never wanted to breed a woman so badly. Maybe that’s why I keep her on my cock so much, but I want her to give me a baby.
At some point I should tell her that too, but instead, I tell her how much I love her as I thrust through our shared pleasure.
Chapter 15
Leo
I’m getting cabin fever. It doesn’t help that Mattia has been out of the house more often than not. He’s tense too. I’m not sure what’s going on, and although I try to not let it get to me, I can’t help but wonder if I’ve done something. It’s never a good thing when I have too much time alone. My mind wanders everywhere.
What if having me around all the time is wearing on him? Most people think I can be fun for a little while, but I always end up being the annoying weird girl that they don’t stick around for. It can be hurtful, but I always tell myself it doesn’t matter. If they decide they don’t like me or want to be friends, then that’s on them.
With Mattia, it’s different. I have fallen so deeply in love with him I know I can never go back. It’s only been a few weeks, but I don’t care. This is the realest thing I’ve ever felt.
After I turn off the television and roll off the couch, I spring to my feet and snag my phone. I wander toward the kitchen, and when I get there, I open the fridge and stare at the same food that was here two hours ago. I need a hobby.
I’m being cut out from all this mob business. I get that Mattia wants to shield me from some things, but I hate being totally in the dark. I should do my own digging and find out what my fiancé is up to. I always feel fancy when I call him my fiancé.
Since his office is currently unoccupied, I go in there and start opening drawers. I’m digging around, but there isn’t much, and it annoys me. The whole time I’m thinking he’s probably out there galivanting all over town while I’ve been tucked away like a beautiful princess.
“Oh my,” I say to myself when I find a gun in one of the drawers.
I reach in and pick it up by the handle with two fingers. A mob queen should know how to work a gun, but I don’t have much practice. I fiddle with the side, trying to find the safety. At least I know that much about guns, but I can’t find it.
“Got it,” I say when something clicks.
It feels so heavy I’m assuming it’s loaded. I think about all the movies I’ve seen and how people will drop a clip out of the gun or cock it back to see if there is a bullet in the chamber. I go with the second one and pull the metal piece back. I have to use both hands to manage it, and the second I see a bullet, I release the metal piece. When it snaps back into place, it scares me, and my finger accidentally pulls the trigger.
I scream when it goes off and then someone else screams too. Looking up, I see that a man is standing on the other side of the office, his eyes wide. He’s dressed in all black, and when he opens his mouth to speak, no words come. The next thing I know, he crumples to the ground.
“Did I shoot him?” I whisper to myself as I stand there, unsure of what to do.
