I cry out as he slams into me and grab on to his shirt. He cups the back of my head, holding me in place so he can fuck me.
I’m tight. I know I am. It’s been years since I last had sex, and I can feel the effect my tightness has on him. His cock spears me, stretching me to take the width and length, filling me up completely.
Once I’ve stretched to take him, he starts to speed up and truly fuck me. It’s too much.
I come hard moments later crying out from the wildness of his savage thrusts. With that he presses me into the wall, fucking me harder against it.
“Tristan,” I cry out his name.
This time he catches my face, and he seems to slow. “I’m going to fuck you harder, princess, hold on tighter.”
I barely manage to follow his caution before he gives me the hard fuck he promises.
He starts pounding into me so hard I have to slip my arms around his neck and hold on to him. Tristan holds me to him, and we come together.
Hot cum flows into my passage when his cock pulses inside me and as it coats my walls reality slaps me in the face.
We just had wild sex.
Us.
Me. I just had sex with the man that kidnapped me.
I’ve woken up to acknowledge what I just did, but the look of fascination in his eyes catches and holds my attention.
Tristan rests one hand above my head and just for a few seconds I almost forget what and who we are. But like the other day, he blinks, and the moment is gone. The silent realization of reality seems to hit him too and he releases me. He pulls out and his cum leaks down my thighs.
Fury takes the place of that fascination and I watch him tuck himself back in his pants. With frustration he walks out leaving me stunned against the wall.
Stunned and not knowing what the hell just happened.
Or what it means.
Chapter Thirteen
Tristan
Jesus Christ…
What the hell did I just do?
Holy fucking hell.
I walk down the corridor and stop at the end near the window where I can get some air.
Since it’s only cracked, I swing it all the way open and press my hands on the ledge.
I hang my head down in shame. I’m a fucking asshole. Just now I didn’t do anything I didn’t want to do. The way I took Isabella, with that ruthless savagery, was exactly how I wanted to take her and when it came to it, I never even tried to resist.
She told me I thought of her as nothing, a thing, and it made me snap.
She can call me whatever she wants and tell me she hates me, but I couldn’t allow her to think I thought of her as nothing.
It’s a juxtapose of shit I can’t explain. How the fuck would I begin to explain that to anybody if they found out I had sex with her?
Thank fuck only I have access to the camera in her room.
Just like when I changed her clothes in the back of the truck, I didn’t want anybody else to see her.
I bring my hand to my head and breathe out a ragged breath. No one could have seen me, but I know I slept with her. How could I do that? She’s my enemy’s daughter.
If I were a different type of monster, the kind she accused me of being, I would have taken her body as payment and killed her already.
“Hey, you okay?” Candace asks.
The sound of her voice catches me by surprise, and I snap around to face her, hoping I don’t look guilty.
“Yeah fine.”
“What was she like today?” she asks glancing down the hall.
“The same. Not cooperative.”
“Maybe I could bring her food sometime?” she offers.
“Yeah. I’ll let you know when the time is right.” I don’t think it’s now. I’m running out of ideas and losing my focus. I need to think of something that will work. Something that doesn’t involve fucking.
“Okay cool. I’m gonna go for a walk. It’s a nice day. Let me know if you need me,” she says.
“Sure.”
I watch her go and I glance back down the corridor wondering what my little captive is thinking now.
I wonder if she’s as confused as me.
It doesn’t matter. What happened just now can’t happen again.
I need to get my act together. Next time I see her I have to reestablish that fear.