Page 48 of His Captive
“Maybe,” she giggles, swimming away from me.
“You better not lose it!” I call out.
She’s being a brat. Probably on purpose. The wine might have something to do with it, but I’m sure my rejection didn’t help. I doubt it was easy for her to offer herself to me like that. Her virginity. Herinnocence.
I’ll admit I’m struggling right now. My thoughts are in disarray. I’m having a hard time fighting the feelings clawing their way through the malice and poison.
“This one seems to like me!” Lea says, cautiously swimming toward a curious dolphin.
“Just be careful,” I say. “They’re rarely aggressive, but if they feel threatened, they can certainly defend themselves.”
“I’m not scared of a dolphin,” she laughs. “Especially one this cute. Hi, what’s your name? I think I’ll call you Louise.”
“Louisemight be a boy,” I chuckle, circling from a distance so she can have her fun. I keep my eyes peeled for any sign of danger, but don’t see anything of concern.
“Then I’ll call you Louie!” she giggles.
Lea is having fun with the dolphins, so this excursion is already a success. With her distracted, I can’t escape the thoughts churning in my head.
It would be so easy to sayfuck itand put a bullet-sized hole in Emilio’s plan. I could call off the hitman, return to Las Vegas, and confront my brother. Put a bullet in his head before he could even try to explain what the fuck he was thinking.
But that isn’t the right way to do things. The right way is to go to my father, explain everything, and let him make the final call. It’s his right since he sits at the head of the table, and I’m always respected his authority, even when I didn’t agree with him.
I’ve played it out in my head a thousand times. My father won’t give the order. He’ll hesitate. Emilio will find out I’m still alive. Then it’s war. Good men forced to choose sides so they can lose their lives for absolutely nothing. Brother against brother, while Las Vegas burns.
And what kind of prize does the winner get? A family that will never be the same, after being torn apart by civil war. If I’m theone left standing, my niece and nephew will grow up without a father. They’ll never understand—never be able to forgive me. Never smile and run outside to greet me when they hear my car again. I can’t do that to them. I’m better as a memory.
That’s all I truly offer Lea.Memories.
“Alright, ready to see the sharks?” I ask, noticing that she no longer seems to be as enthralled with the dolphins as she was when we swam over.
“Yeah, I guess so,” she says, moving in a circle around the dolphin that seems fond of her. “Bye, Louise… or Louis. I hope you never get eaten by a shark!”
“Dolphins are good at avoiding sharks,” I tell her, moving closer and motioning to her. “Give me my swimsuit.”
“Fine,” she relents, putting it in my hand.
As soon as Lea gives me my swimsuit, she ducks under the water. Her hands touch my chest and move lower until she’s rubbing my cock. It stiffens in response, and I sigh. I can’t deny it feels good, so I let her have her fun until she finally has to surface for air.
“You just keep making your spanking worse,bambina,” I growl, taking the opportunity to slide my swimsuit back on.
“I can handle it,” she giggles, swimming toward the boat.
“Keep it up and you’re going to get my belt,” I warn, following behind her, my eyes roaming her gorgeous curves.
“You wouldn’t really spank me with your belt, would you?” she asks, glancing back at me with an apprehensive look behind her goggles.
“If you don’t stop acting like a brat, you’re going to find out,” I reply.
Lea has already felt my belt on the palm of her hands. She knows how much it can sting, and that was barely punishment. But there are other ways to punish her that won’t leave welts. I’ll save that for when shetrulydeserves to be punished.
We make it back to the boat, and I get an intoxicating view of Lea’s pussy as she climbs the ladder. I’ve touched it. I’ve tasted it. My dick wants so, so much more. I fight those urges as I climb the ladder.
“More wine?” Lea asks, walking over and pouring a glass.
“Yeah,” I mutter, nodding in agreement.
Lea pours the wine and brings me my glass. I take a sip and look around the boat.
