Page 114 of Captive Prize

I surrendered to the call.

There was no other option.

I grabbed Roman’s hair, lacing my fingers in the dark locks to pull him closer. My thighs tightened around his waist, trapping him against me, like he had me trapped against the wall.

It wasn’t enough. I needed to make sure he experienced my defiance. I sank my teeth into his lip, and he grunted into the kiss and pressed me harder against the wall, making sure I could feel his cock, hard and ready against my core.

He broke the kiss and stared down at me, hunger in his eyes.

I hated the way he could undo me with a single look. I hated that no matter how much I fought, I couldn’t push him away.

“You’re a bastard,” I spat, twisting against him, feigning like I wanted to get free when all I wanted was that delicious friction against my center.

He saw right through me. He picked me up off the wall and slammed me down on the mattress.

His body lined up with mine, his hands on either side of my head, hovering over me and caging me in, his lips curled into a wicked smile as he leaned down.

I thought he was going to kiss me again.

If he did, I knew I’d be lost to it.

I turned my head away from him and let out a low, growling laugh.

“Are you lying to me,printsessa, or to yourself?” he whispered in my ear as his hips flexed and he pressed his hard cock against my core, giving me more of that incredible friction.

I stifled a moan, but it didn’t matter.

He still heard it. He still knew what he was doing to me.

My hands pressed against his chest as I tried to shove him away, but he didn’t budge.

When I pulled one hand back, ready to slap him, he let it happen. He closed his eyes as he took the impact, and when he opened them again, they were even more intense, more focused.

It was like the shock of pain only encouraged him.

“I think you’re lying to yourself. That ends now.”

“Get off of me,” I said between gritted teeth.

He leaned down again and whispered in my ear before placing a kiss on my neck. “As you wish.”

Faster than anyone had ever moved before, he grabbed both of my wrists and clipped the empty handcuff around my free wrist, then looped the chain around one of the broken wrought iron bars.

All I had to do to get free was sit up, but he had me pinned.

One hand around my throat, holding me down, not cutting off my air, but a constant reminder that he could.

The other moving down my body over my clothes, caressing my breast, smiling like a demon cat when he felt how hard my nipple was.

He continued to move down my body, slowly petting me, learning my every curve.

When he got to the hem of my shirt, he ripped it up, and before the cool air even touched my skin, his mouth was there, sucking and biting at the hardened bud.

I fought the speeding up of my heartbeat and the warmth spreading from his mouth to the rest of my body, but it was impossible.

His hand caressed my skin again, moving down and then sliding under the waistband of my sweatpants. I tried to twist away from his fingers, not wanting him to discover what I knew he would.

It was useless.

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