Page 43 of His Captive

“Unbuckle me,” he instructs, and my hands slides over his shirt, fumbling as they pull the leather of his belt through his buckle. His finger curls and lifts my chin forcing me to look up at him.

“Take me in your hand,” he orders softly.

I pop the button on his pants, without looking down. Unzipping him carefully, I slip my hand inside his boxers, and just like he’s asked I take him in my hand. He feels so smooth against my fingers and heavy in my palm as I pull him free.

“Pull your panties to the side, and seat yourself on my cock, Lysetta. All the way, until you feel every inch inside you.”

His face is set so serious, and my pussy is already wet for him. So, I raise higher on my knees and hover over him. Hooking a finger inside my panties, I pull them across, and edge closer. Guiding his lengthy cock toward me, and gently easing myself onto it.

He squeezes my thighs tighter as I take his thick head, white marks from his fingertips imprinting my skin. I sink on to him further, wincing when I feel him touch a tender spot inside me. It doesn’t make me stop though, he feels too good like this, and any discomfort soon passes.

He grabs my ass, clutching at my cheeks as he pushes me all the way onto his cock. I cry out, more from pleasure than pain. He holds me firm, my pussy lips tight against his groin, making sure I feel every twitch his cock makes inside me. It’s intense, intimate, there’s no escaping him. No getting away.

I wouldn’t want to even if I could.

I want everything Ethan is prepared to give me.

“Come for me, Lysa,” he growls. And as if his voice has a direct line to my pussy, the heavy throbbing that I’m holding on to, releases itself violently. I jerk against him, my hands grasping the collar of his jacket, and his name pouring from my lips.

He shocks me when he stands up, his rock hard cock still rooted deep inside me. He lays me out on the rug beneath us, continuing to slam into me. Hard savage thrusts that make me lose track of the end of one orgasm and the start of another.

“Fuck, Lysa, I’m gonna cum,” he warns. And surprisingly a part of me actually wants to feel his come inside me again.

“Hold out your hand,” he orders, reaching down between us and grabbing at my wrist.

He places it where he wants it, just above my pussy, and pulls out of me just in time. Groaning low as his cock ejects hot spurts into my cupped palm. There’s so much, that I feel it trickle between my fingers as he fills my hand. When he’s finished, I don’t wait for him to ask, my mouth already watering to taste him again. I bring my hand to my mouth and watch his reaction as I lick my palm clean. A moment passes between us, one where his hard face seems to soften ever so slightly in relief.

Then as quickly as it appeared, it vanishes, and he is back to his hard self again.

He stands and looms over me, tucking his still dripping cock back inside his pants, and then reaching for the bottle on the table as steps over me, making for the door.

“Back to your room, Lysetta,” is all I hear as he leaves through it.

Ten

ETHAN

Her story doesn’t change a thing… Everyone has their misfortunes. All her story taught me is that her father was a fool and that Sorrento is still the ruthless bastard I knew him to be.

I’d head out of the library before the girl does me any more damage. I swear she has the power to read my mind. Knows exactly what I want. She’d watched my reaction as she brought her cum dripping hand to her mouth and lapped up every drop. All without instruction.

She’s been here four days. Four days and not once, after everything, has she shed a single fucking tear?

It bothers me... More than it should.

Buddy asked me earlier what I planned to do with her, and I’d snapped at him because I really didn’t know myself. I know Lysetta is dangerous, she’s deep under my skin, pushing at all my triggers and stirring savage memories in my head. But regardless, I don't want to give her up.

I lock myself in my office with the bottle of scotch I’d brought out with me, furious at myself for not punishing the girl like I should have. She’d left her room without permission.

And yet, there was something satisfying about the pretty girl who fascinated me so much roaming barefoot around my house.

I distract myself by looking over the file Joel put on my desk earlier. All the plans for Sorrento’s big development.

It doesn’t really bother me, Cooper’s Ridge, is miles from here, I guess it might be the town where Lysetta lived before Sorrento sent her here like a sacrificial lamb. But still, I always like to know what he’s planning. I’d managed to run him out of his own town a few years ago. It’s the only time I’ve ever been underhand in my business dealings, and it had been totally worth it. But by then it was too late. I’d already lost the only thing that had ever been important to me. These days I’m fueled by revenge instead of hope, bitter instead of optimistic, and that is how I’ve succeeded. This time can’t be any different

The next morning, on the way down to the kitchen, I hear an unfamiliar sound.

Laughter.

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