Page 9 of Moretti Captive
I blink at that. I hadn’t really expected her to care if my daughter was here or not. A little pang goes through me in her favor when I realize that she actually cares, even though to her, Ava is just the innocent daughter of the guy who kidnapped her. “Doesn’t change the fact that you shouldn’t be wandering around by yourself.”
She huffs, pushing away from me and hoists herself up onto the counter like a seductive little gargoyle perched on the edge. “Good thing I’m not alone then, isn’t it?”
My eyes narrow at her snark. I’m starting to think my brother broke her with his cock because every other time I’ve seen her, she’s been standoffish with me. Maybe the Stockholms aretaking effect, or maybe she finds me less intimidating now that she more or less knows what I look like naked.
Crowding into her space, I take a drink of the smooth, aged whiskey I’d gotten as a gift from Kian. As the newest underboss for the Rossi family, he is trying to make amends before Viviana takes over. He knows as well as I do that the animosity between our families will be lessened. So, a three-hundred-dollar bottle of whiskey seems like his way to start paving the way. I’m not going to complain.
She wrinkles her nose when I offer the glass to her. “No offense, but that smells like gasoline. I prefer my alcoholic beverages to be full of calories and not taste like alcohol.”
I place my hand on her thigh. Her eyes narrow on my hand. When her eyes meet mine, I see a heat in them that surprises me. Something about this interaction is turning her on. My mind is clouded from all the whiskey I’ve drunk tonight. That’s the only excuse I have for sliding my hand up higher on her thigh.
A breath escapes Harper, and her thighs part almost unconsciously. My hand continues to slide up her outer thigh under the shirt she has on until I reach her hip and realize she isn’t wearing anything under it. She’s been walking around my house in a shirt and no panties. My hand tightens around her hip bone, and she groans.
Looking down, I watch as my hand trails over the top of her thigh to between her legs. My fingers brush against the warm heat of her pussy. She’s already fucking soaked for me.
Setting down my glass on the counter next to her, I use my other hand to move her knee to the side, bracing my palm on her thigh to keep her legs open. I swirl one finger around her entrance, gathering some moisture before circling the finger around her clit. Her back arches almost immediately. She’s so fucking responsive.
Looking up into her hooded eyes, I lean into whisper into her ear, “Tell me to fuck you with my fingers. Beg for it, and I’ll make you come right here on the counter.”
A grunt leaves her, and she glares at me, but her eyes close when I put a little more pressure on her clit. Then her mouth parts. “Please fuck me with your fingers. Please make me come.”
I get lightheaded from the amount of blood that suddenly rushes to my cock, but I ignore it. That’s not what this is about. Slowly, I push two fingers inside of her. Curving them slightly, I start up a fast up-and-down motion, making her head fall back. Her teeth bite down on her bottom lip, trying to stay silent.
Letting go of her thigh with my other hand, I grab her chin and force her to meet my eyes. “Those moans are mine, and I want to hear them.”
She nods her head, her mouth drops open, and a low moan falls from her lips. I quicken my thrusts, and her thighs tremble. I know she’s just about to come when I hear a creak behind me. In one fluid motion, I reach into my waistband, turn, and point my gun at the person who decided it was a good idea to interrupt us, my fingers still buried inside of Harper’s pussy while I use my other hand to point a gun at Nic, leaning against the door frame watching us.
I go to pull my fingers out of Harper, but she grabs my wrist in a death grasp. “You better finish what you started.”
My eyes widen at the demand. Nic steps into the room, walking over to lean against the counter on the other side of Harper. “She was so close. You can’t just leave her hanging like that.”
My thrusts start up slower. My gun gets set down next to my whiskey now that I know there’s no threats in the room. It’s a little awkward that my brother is watching my fingers disappear inside of her. I speed up once more, enjoying the moans that come out of her even if we have an audience now.
When her thighs start to shake again, I don’t stop this time. Even when her pussy flutters around my fingers and she starts to tug at my wrist, I keep going until she cries out for me to stop.
I do immediately, slowly pulling my fingers out of her. I watch as she breathes quickly. My eyes meet Nic’s, and I say the first thing that comes to my mind. “You’re not mad, are you?”
He grins. “We shared a womb. Why not a woman? Besides, Viviana’s doing the whole polyamory thing, so why not give it a go?”
Harper scoffs, slipping off the countertop. She fixes her shirt and looks at both of us like we’re crazy. “Polyamory implies there is a relationship. I don’t do relationships. I fuck and duck. Men can’t be trusted.”
Then she walks out of the room without waiting for us to say anything to that. “Did she just break up with us?” Nic asks, tilting his head to the side.
Shrugging my shoulders, I cross my arms over my chest, still watching the door she went through. “She’s our hostage. She doesn’t get to make decisions.”
I shouldn’t want her so much. I’ve never been one to want a relationship. I have Ava to worry about. There’s nothing about Harper that should attract me. She’s pretty but not the kind of woman I usually go for. She’s young and pretty but she has no business being in the middle of our dangerous lives. Yet for some reason I don’t think I can ignore the attraction I feel for her.
She kidnapped me first. Now she’s stuck with me.
8.Harper
By Friday afternoon, I’m about done with Nic. I thought he was a nice guy originally, but he’s obviously just as crazy as his brother. He goes with me to every class and carries my bag for me. He’s always holding my hand and opening doors for me. It’s nice… and it’s starting to piss me off, because I’m getting confused.
He’s been introducing himself to people as my boyfriend, and for some reason, it makes an electric feeling go through my chest that is far from uncomfortable. We’re sitting in the car on the way back to prison, and he’s holding my hand on the center console. I’ve gotten so used to it that I didn’t even notice it till we were halfway home… I mean, to hell.
It’s not my home.
When we pull in front of the house, there’s a baby blue BMW parked off to the side. Nic curses when he sees it. He looks over at me, “Ava’s mom, Ivy, is here, and usually that means she’s trying to stir up trouble. Don’t let her get to you.”
