Page 56 of Captive Vows
“I’m all right,” I replied, hating how shaky my voice sounded.
“I won’t coddle you, Gabriella.” He shook his head as he caught me watching him. “I can’t.”
I shook my head, uninterested in what he said. I wasn’t in the mood to be babied and coddled. “I know.”
“This world isn’t for you. I know that. The death and violence aren’t something just anyone can get used to, but I can’t coddle and sweettalk you into accepting this way of life.”
I furrowed my brow, letting the spark of annoyance keep me rooted in this moment. “I don’t want to be coddled.”
Of course, I was an outsider looking in. I wasn’t born in this lifestyle of gun-toting, lawless men who ruled through a conduct system of their own making. I hadn’t handled the hints and experiences of danger smoothly so far. Right now, in the aftermath of seeing Luka confidently gun down five men to reach me and protect me, all I needed to keep my wits washim.
“I don’t want to be coddled.” I blinked, trying to reconcile the image of this strong brute wielding his gun without pause, taking lives like it was his business, with the idea of him holding me and smoothing my hair from my face as he whispered sweet platitudes.
“I don’t want—” I shook my head, rushing toward him. “I don’t want to be coddled. Just make me forget. Make it stop.” I cringed, hating the flashbacks circling through my mind.
I could breathe easier here. The panic attack after the trauma couldn’t be as acute now that we’d distanced ourselves from the dead bodies.
But I needed him.
“Fuck.” He gripped the back of my neck as I lifted my hands to set them on his shoulders.
“Make me forget,” I begged before reaching up on my toes to kiss him.
The first touch of his hot lips on mine scalded me, but the fire of his desire for me made the burn worth it.
He growled, squeezing his fingers around the back of my neck. He parted my lips to taste me, to devour me. He lowered one hand to lift my thigh, prompting me to lean up and into him.
I gasped, parting for air as he lifted me fully. Like this, torn from trauma and the reaction to such violence at a pivotal time of my dancing career, I shifted into something else entirely.
Letting him carry me to my bed, I surrendered all thoughts of my steps and choreo. Sucking in a desperate breath, I gave in to the free-fall sensation of him dropping me onto the mattress.
“Luka.” I reached up to frame his face as he slanted down, already so busy with his hands. Fingers grabbed at my clothes. His nails scraped on my skin in his rush. His palms smoothed over every inch of my flesh that he bared. Kissing me as he stripped me on the bed, he gave me no pause. He showed me that even in this, he’d take what he wanted. He demonstrated with needy growls and urgent thrusts against me that he wasn’t about to disappoint me.
“Luka, please.” I uttered it once the cool air kissed my skin. Nude and willing on the bed, I was his for the taking. But as he straightened to shed his clothes, I couldn’t stand that gap between us. His body heat was a necessity. His lips were a demand to fulfill. While he frantically tore his clothes off, I assisted. First, I got onto my knees to return my mouth to his. Then, I wrenched at his garments to help. His tie, that jacket. Then his shirt and pants.
Only once he was naked, baring all the dips and ridges of his muscles, did he claim me again.
“Oh, fuck,” I whispered as his erection rubbed between my legs. Long, thick, and rigid, it probed at where I dripped for him already. Hard like velvet-covered steel, it pointed at my pussy.
“Gabriella,” he growled as he lowered me back down on the bed. Taking hold of my chin, he forced me to stare right back at him.
Was he going to walk away and retreat?
Was he having second thoughts?
Was he rethinking this because it looked like I was intimidated at taking all of him inside me?
“Please,” I begged. I’d whine. I’d cry it out so loudly until the rest of the whole house heard. He couldnotlead me on like this. I needed him too much. I was that desperate for a distraction from the violence that stunned me, the shock of my audition being ended too soon.
Crushing his lips to mine, he lined himself up and pushed. The stretch of his wide cockhead taunted me. Then the next inch inside startled me. More and more, he steadily thrust into me. Not stopping once, he rammed and rammed, stuffing that big dick into my cunt.
Just like that, he took me.
He took my virginity. As he seated himself, pausing his kiss to stare into my eyes, I knew it couldn’t have happened in any other way that would feel this good.
This magical.
This wickedly hot and sinful, yet…right.
