Billionaire's Captive Complete Trilogy - Stasia Black Page 0,143
that? I don’t bother even trying. I thrust inside her, giving us what we are both craving, and we moan in tandem.
Pleasure flashes up my sides, unknots my spine, nearly blinds me. There’s no holding back after that. I saw in and out of her perfect, tight entrance, making sure to grind against her clit with each pass.
“Harder.” Her nails dig into my shoulders. “Harder!”
She’s the perfect woman made flesh. I ram her so hard the mattress hits the wall. The frames above us shudder, but the screws I used hold.
She starts to shatter around me.
“I’m gonna give you everything, Daphne. Every hope. Every dream.” I roll my hips, prolonging each thrust, and tears stream from her eyes. Tears of joy.
Her body stiffens, her pussy massaging my cock as she cums over and over. And as I cum, I make a vow.
To be hers. To be Daphne’s. She knows all my evil desires, how I lust to hurt the ones I love. My past, my present, my wickedness. She’s walked every twisting turn of the labyrinth and come out the other side.
And still she loves me. She chose me.
My vision blurs and I blink my eyes to clear them. The view isn’t great—four dirty walls of this dilapidated room but I’m seeing them fresh.
With Daphne, I can have it all. A life. A full heart. A family.
For the second time in my life, I’ve come home.
Thirty-Eight
Present Day
Daphne
“So what about Adam?” I ask. I hate to break the mood, but I can’t take any more sex. Not after Mr. Insatiable ate me a second time, and flipped me over to pound me from behind. This poor mattress is done for.
“What about him?” Logan’s voice is level, but his body hardens to a block of stone. I massage his neck, but it’s like trying to get granite to relax.
I rise up and lean into his back, blowing into his ear. His shoulders ease a fraction.
“I think he should pay for what he’s done,” I murmur into one ear, and switch to the other. Just like being with Logan has taught me not to deny any of who I am, I don’t want to deny any of who Logan is. At the same time… “But I don’t want you to end up in jail for homicide.”
“It won’t be homicide. I want him to suffer.”
“I thought I was the only one you tortured.” I pretend to pout. Let’s keep this light. “Are you telling me this isn’t exclusive?”
“What I do to you isn’t torture,” he says as I nibble on his ear. “You like it too much.”
“Maybe I should torture you…”
With a sudden move, he twists and pulls me onto his lap. “Little seductress. Trying to change my mind with your wiles?”
“It it working?” I wriggle in his lap. “Feels like it.” His boner is the size of a tree. There’s so much good here. I don’t want to let Adam or anyone else to ruin it.
He lets me grind on his lap for about a second longer, then maneuvers me until I’m flat on my back with his big body caging me. My pussy is sopping, my breath coming in pants, ready for his claiming, but he stills.
“Daphne, I can’t change who I am.” He says, echoing my thoughts. His eyes search mine, pleading.
I know what he’s saying. He can’t give up his revenge. He won’t. Not even for me? asks little voice in my head. But that’s not fair. I’m not in his shoes and I can’t fathom going through what he went through at Adam’s hands.
So I give a tiny nod. As long as we’re together and none of his actions involve him being taken from me? I’m on his side, always. He sighs and hugs me, holding his body off me so I’m not crushed. I kiss his neck. Maybe he’s not ready to forgive and forget, like I am, but baby steps.
Holding each other like this inevitably leads us back to the—now broken, but when has that ever stopped anyone—bed. His touch drives me insane. I can’t get enough.
When we’re done making love for the third time, he tests the faucet for hot water. With a steaming face cloth he wipes down my body carefully. He pays special attention to my breasts.
“You took the piercings out.” He sounds sad.
“I didn’t think I could prevent infection in my homeless state. You can re-pierce them.”
“No.” He drops the washcloth. “I don’t want to hurt you anymore.”