Page 44 of Captive in His Castle
The clock on her wall showed the time as eight p.m. Emmaline and her team would have long left for the day…
She dressed and prepared herself in a heady kind of daze and slipped out of her room. As expected, Geppa was lurking, ready to accompany her to the dining room. At the bottom of the stairs, Callie turned to the younger woman. “Can you please tell Signor Coscarelli that I would like him to join me in the vaults.”
Geppa was too well trained to question this, and she hurried away.
Accompanied by another member of staff who seemed to materialise out of thin air, Callie headed into the library and opened the door to the vault. “You can leave me now,” she told the staff member. “Signor Coscarelli is on his way, so I won’t have time to escape.”
Not that escape was on her mind. No, Callie had somethingverydifferent on her mind.
Dante cut through his archivists’ office, intriguedat what Callie was up to.
He found her in the main domed room, sitting at the furthest desk facing him.
As he closed in on her, he saw she was wearing a sheer black blouse buttoned to her throat and that her hair had been tied back in a severe ponytail. There was a severe expression on her face too, an expression that didn’t change when she pointed to the chair facing her on the other side of the desk and commanded, “Sit.”
He raised an eyebrow.
He was rewarded with a death stare. “I said,sit.”
He obeyed.
She put her hands primly on the desk. “Do you know why I’ve called you in here, Mr Coscarelli?”
Well, well, well… “I cannot imagine.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Think harder.”
Leaning forward across the table, he seductively said, “Why don’t you tell me.”
“You can drop the attitude. I’ve received numerous complaints about your behaviour and so I’m afraid you need to be punished. Now sit up straight – you’re not at home.”
Dante didn’t think he’d ever had such an instant hard-on. Resting back against his chair, he had to swallow a throat that had thickened without warning. “And how do you intend to punish me?”
“How do you intend to punish me,Miss Thomas,” she corrected. “For the next thirty minutes, your time is mine and you will do exactly as you’re told, without complaint. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Miss Thomas.”
She gave a taut smile. “That’s better. Now move your chair back a foot.”
He complied.
She rose slowly to her feet. “Well done. You’re learning.”
“I’m a quick learner.”
Stepping around the desk, she glared down at him. Her breasts were in biting distance. “You, Dante Coscarelli, do not get to speak unless directed to. Unless instructed otherwise, detentions are to be spent in silence reflecting on your behaviour.”
Her beautiful face now expressionless, she hitched her little black skirt up, giving him a glimpse of succulent thighs peeking atop black lace hold-ups, before hitching herself onto the desk.
Dio del Cielo,she wasn’t wearing panties…
Without a further word, she slowly… deliberately… crossed her legs and popped open the buttons of her blouse to her midriff. Still expressionless, her beautiful eyes the only giveaway that she was experiencing a fraction of the thick lust coursing through his skin and veins, she lifted her hand to her ponytail and pulled the band out. Her hair, almost reverted back to its natural blonde colour, tumbled down. Flicking it around her shoulders, she dipped her hand into her cleavage and then slipped it through the side of her bra to remove the breast, then did the same with the other.
Simply staring at him with those lusty, lusty eyes, she massaged her breasts, then bent her head to feed herself a rosy-red nipple.
He had no control of the groan that escaped his mouth. For the first time in Dante’s life, he feared he was going to come without so much as a touch, a sensation that only increased when she laid herself back and spread her legs, opening her whole femininity for his delectation.
One hand groping a breast, she slipped a hand between her thighs and moaned.
