Page 95 of His Captive

“Because it might be the last chance I get to see you,” she tells me, “I brought your car back, and I’ve also had a lawyer change the name on the deeds to the house.” My heart plummets back to its rightful place.

“Lysa, please.” I sigh “Just do one thing for me and keep the house, keep the car. It makes me feel better knowing you have them. They are for your safety.”

“I don’t want the house, I don’t want the car,” she says, being stubborn. I want to punish her for it. Some things will never change no matter how much I pay a shrink.

“Please?” I ask again.

“Okay,” she responds, much quicker than I anticipated.

“But…” How did I know it was going to follow with a ‘but’?

“If I keep them, then you have to do something for me,” she says sounding nervous again.

“Name it,” I snap back at her, waiting for her to tell me what she needs.

“I want you to keep me,” she says, lifting her eyes to look at me, and raising her lips slightly.

I hear the words, but I can’t let myself believe them.

Taking her hand, I tug her to her feet, brushing my hand behind her neck to cradle her head.

“Ask me again,” I whisper.

“Ethan, please will you keep me?” she asks again. This time with a huge smile that lights up her whole face and mine.

I don’t want to ruin it, I could look at that smile forever, but my lips have to touch hers. They’ve belonged to her ever since I kissed her that day she left.

I try to be gentle, but all that goes to fuck when she lets out a little moan into my mouth.

“You’re sure?” I manage in between kisses.

“I’m sure.” She nods her head and I lift her off her feet.

“I can’t change who I am, Lysa. I’m a possessive, controlling, selfish bastard,” I warn.

“I know. I don’t want you to change.” She shakes her head and giggles.

Fucking adorable.

“I want you, Ethan.” She looks me straight in the eyes when she tells me, with shimmering blue eyes that I can’t believe belong to me now.

I hold on to her thighs and push her backward, against the door, kissing her lips swollen.

“I love you, little one,” I break away to tell her.

“I love you,” she giggles again, sounding so fucking happy that I almost choke.

“Come on.” I place her feet back on to the floor. Taking her hand in mine as I open the door.

“Wait.” She pulls me back “Aren’t we going to…” She nudges her head towards my desk, too embarrassed to ask for it and it makes me smirk.

“Oh, Angel. I’m gonna fuck you like a slut and then I’m gonna make six months’ worth of love to you. But, not here. We’re done with this place. Come with me.” I lead her out into the hall, moving us toward the kitchen door and tapping it loudly. Buddy rushes out, his face lifting when he sees Lysa’s hand in mine.

“Is this what I think it is?” He smiles.

“Yeah, it is,” I say abruptly. “Bud, we’re leaving.”

“Leaving? But, this is your party,” he says looking confused.

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