Captured Miracle (11 page)

The thought made my heart slam in my chest, fighting to be released from its cage. I could feel the persistent beating against the flesh of my left breast and I pulled in a deep breath, urging myself to calm.

His deep voice broke the silence, “Turn around. Lie on your back.”

And just as I thought I’d convinced my heart to calm, it roared back to life. “Why?”

“Nova, I expect you to obey my commands.”

“I’ve never been the obedient type.” I replied in a small voice. Crunching the sheets in my fist, I brought them up to my mouth.

“You’re lying. You’ve always been the submissive type.”

My retort was snarky. “You want a submissive wife?”

“I want you to submit to me.” He admitted. “Always.”

“Well, you’re in for a life of disappointment.” I whispered. “You should find yourself a different wife.”

“You’re the only wife I want, Nova.” He shifted closer to me and I tensed. “You’ll come to accept that one day.”

“I won’t.”

“Regardless,” he dismissed my determination. “Lie on your back.”

“I’m comfortable.”

“I will force you, Nova. If I have to do that, you will not like it.”

The threat in his voice urged me to comply and I wished I would have been stronger. If I wasn’t so afraid of - everything - I might have been able to fight him.

Stiffly, I rolled onto my back. I continued to hold the sheets clutched in my fists, my hands pressed tight into my chest. I felt safer from him somehow.

“Open your eyes.” He commanded and I forgot I’d even kept them closed.

Slowly, I opened my eyes. Staring straight up at the roof, I prayed for him to leave me alone. And like always, my prayers seemed to go unanswered. I asked timidly, “What do you want?”

“You.” Calix replied instantly and I shivered.

“I’ll never give myself to you.” I vowed.

“You already have, Nova.” His statement was hushed and I felt him shift closer again. I could see him from my peripherals. He was watching me. “Have you forgotten you’ve agreed to marry me - to be mine - in order to save your family?”

“No.” I felt tears clog my throat. “I haven’t forgotten.”

God, I have to escape this man.

“Good.” Calix smiled softly. “I’m going to kiss you, Nova. You’re going to kiss me back, do you understand.”

“No.” I whispered shakily. “Please,”

“Enough. I don’t want to hear your protests. They have no effect on me.”

“But,”

“You will kiss me tonight - and every night after. Throughout the days we spend together I will touch you, I will kiss you, and I will hold you.” He lowered his face an inch and I could smell his heady scent. It was intoxicating. “I will seduce you, Nova. And then when you can’t take another kiss, another touch, you will beg me to fuck you. And only then will I take you.”

“I will never beg for you.”

“Fight it all you want, but know the end result is inevitable. I will have you.” He whispered. “Completely.”

“You’re a bastard.” I croaked and he caught my chin in his hand.

His grip turned from firm to caressing in an instant. The gentle stroke of his fingers along the line of my jaw induced a spasm of goosebumps to litter my flesh. As though knowing his effect, Calix’s lips curled into a confident grin.

“Move your hands to your side,” he commanded. Hating myself, I complied.

“Just get it over with.” I spat, taking the anger I felt toward myself and subjecting it to him.

He chuckled. “Oh no, love. This will be long and slow.”

I opened my mouth to retort, but he lowered his head. Calix crushed his lips to mine, pressing his body into the side of mine. I felt heat - everywhere. My blood pulsed, making places in my body that had always been dormant throb. Holding my face in his hand, Calix worked my mouth with his own. His lips moved slowly, but determinedly against my still lips. Despite my lack of enthusiasm, Calix continued to kiss me. His tongue poked out to trace the line of my lips before he pulled my bottom lip into his mouth, sucking. His hand moved from the side of my face to cup the nape of my neck the way he seemed to do so often. I really liked when he held me like that - his fingers diving deep into my hair.

The thought sent chills of dread through my body and I stiffened against him. Calix sighed, pulling away from me. “Kiss me, Nova.”

“I don’t want to.”

“I want a reaction from you. I want something. If you don’t give it to me this way, I’ll take it from you in another.” His voice was filled with warning, but I didn’t understand what he was saying.

“I don’t understand.” I murmured quietly, wishing the bed would just swallow me whole.

He quirked a grin, “I want a reaction from you, Nova. Either you’ll give me one willingly - or I’ll take one. But I’ll have it.”

“I’m not kissing you back.” I replied simply. “You can continue to steal kisses all you want. I refuse to let myself respond to your kisses.”

His eyes searched my face. “If you don’t kiss me back, I’ll be stealing kisses alright,” he informed matter of fact. “Just not from your lips.”

I frowned. “I don’t understand.”

“I told you, Nova. I want a reaction.”

“I get that!” I raised my voice. “You’re not going to get it by repeating yourself!”

“No,” he shook his head. “I’ll get it by tying your wrists together, spreading your creamy thighs and stealing kisses from your perfect little pussy. You’ll be moaning and coming all over my face before five minutes is up, love. It’s your choice.”

I gasped, cringing into myself. “You wouldn’t.” I clenched my legs together and hated the ache that had begun to build between my legs at his words. I really shouldn’t have such an intimate reaction to such despicable words - but I did. The idea of him
stealing
kisses
was consuming. Enticing. Riveting.

“I would.” He countered. “Now, am I stealing kisses or are you giving them to me?”

Quietly, I consented. “I’ll kiss you.”

“That’s a good girl.” He lowered his head, grazing his lips against mine. “However, I’ll have you know I will taste you, Nova. I will taste every inch of your decadent body. And you will love every moment.”

“Never,” I whispered.

And then his lips were on mine and he was swallowing my sound. Closing my eyes, I moved my lips with his. At first, my motions were hesitant and timid, but Calix was quick to work the fear from within me. The press of his lips was warm against mine - a heat so natural and consuming - I felt it in the pit of my stomach.

Calix tongued the crease of my lips, pleading for entrance. I thought for a moment about refusing him, but there really was no point. He would take from me whether I was willing or not. I may as well make it easier on myself and stop fighting his every command. I would need to save my energy for the fights that really mattered.

Parting my lips to him, Calix slipped his tongue inside my mouth. Gently pressing his tongue against mine, he closed his mouth over mine. Fire tore through my body, ripping through my veins. He tasted unlike anything I had ever imagined - and felt even better. I had no idea what I was doing, but yet my actions came naturally. Moving my tongue against his, I kissed him passionately.

Pulling back a fraction, he breathed, “Fuck, you taste amazing.” And then his mouth was on mine again.

Calix moved closer, his hand still cupping the nape of my neck as he shifted his body over mine. Curving his shoulders inward, he trapped me within the cage that was his body. I felt his knee press against my tightly sealed legs as he balanced on his other knee beside my body. He wanted me to open my legs.
My body wanted me to open my legs - to him.
The thought was lost as I felt the sharp prick of his teeth on my bottom lip. In a matter of seconds, he wound his free hand beneath the small of my back, lifting me into his chest, crushing my front against his. My head fell back against the pillow as his lips sucked deliciously against my throat. Somehow, he’d worked himself between my legs. As he lowered himself over me, pressing me into the mattress with his massive weight, I felt the warmth of his naked lower stomach against the thin fabric of my panties. My dress had ridden up around my hips without my noticing.

Calix moved his lips back to mine from where he’d been kissing my neck and I tightened my thighs around his waist. I was aching inside for something that only Calix could give me. I was certain I needed him - but I didn’t know
how
.

The thought disintegrated as Calix shifted to grind himself against me. I felt the long heavy weight of his erection pressing against the very vulnerable place between my legs and my breath hitched on a small gasp. Calix swallowed the sound as though starved before slowly dragging his hips up before letting the length of cock surge downward. He was dry humping me - and it felt amazing.

“I can feel your need for me, Nova.” He moaned against my lips. “You’re so wet and warm, I can feel it against my boxers. Tell me what you need, love, and I’ll give it to you.”

I froze. Ohmygod. This couldn’t be happening -
this couldn’t be happening!

“Stop,” I cried, pressing my palms against his chest. “Please, please stop.”

“Baby,” he dropped his head to the pillow, his breath hot on my ear. “Let me make you feel good.”

“I feel sick.” I croaked. And I did. I felt as though I was mere moments from being physically ill. How had I let one simple kiss get so far out of hand? “You have to get up, Calix.” I sounded panicked and he lifted his head to gaze into my eyes. “I’m going to be sick.”

“Fuck,” he peeled himself from my body and within seconds, I was running for the bathroom.

Dropping to my knees before the toilet, I heaved. Nothing came up as Calix appeared behind me, pulling my hair back away from my face and neck. But I’d definitely broken out into a sweat. My entire body was moist, and yet I was shivering.

“Come,” Calix placed his hands under my arms to lift me from the floor before standing me on my own feet. “Nothing’s going to come.”

“I know.” My throat was raw.

Turning me to face him, he frowned. “Do I really repulse you so much?”

“Yes.” I answered without hesitation and instantly regretted it. The pain in his eyes was enough to hurt anyone with a half-beating heart. I’d never been malicious, but Calix made me do all sorts of things I’d never done. He made me act in ways I never imagined I
could
.

I hadn’t been telling the truth when I’d said he repulsed me. He didn’t. It was quite the opposite, actually. I was repulsed by my attraction to him. I was repulsed by my bodies desire for him. I didn’t understand it - how he could take so much away from me - and I could still want him.

I had to get away from him, I thought for the billionth time in the last twenty-four hours.

“I might repulse you, but I excite your body.” He stated matter of fact and I blushed scarlet. “For now, that’ll have to be enough.”

Chapter 10

“Change into pajamas.” Calix muttered as he walked from the bathroom. Moving behind him, I closed the door before making a break for the closet.

Flipping on the light I found a section of negligées. Scoffing, I flicked through them. There was no way I’d be prancing around in those things anytime soon. For a husband I wanted, maybe. For Calix, hell no!

Moving past the lacy, silky dress-like tops, I found a more conservative collection of pajamas. I settled on a soft pair of silk pink drawstring pants and a matching pink cotton tank top. Still hating that I was revealing skin, I plucked a white long sleeved shirt from a hanger and pulled it over my head. Satisfied that I wouldn’t be turning Calix on anytime soon, I ambled back into the bathroom. With a glance at the door, I tiptoed to the vanity. Pulling open a drawer, I found feminine products, hair ties and makeup. The next drawer revealed something more to my liking. Razors, nail clippers, nail files and a small pocketknife.

I plucked the pocketknife from the drawer to inspect it. It wasn’t large enough for me to stab the monster in the heart - but I could do
some
damage.

I could escape.

Shoving the pocketknife up my sleeve, I quietly closed the drawer. Taking a deep breath, I looked at myself in the mirror.

“I can do this.” I breathed aloud. “I have to do this.”

With a firm nod, I walked to the door of the bathroom. As I moved, I felt the weight of the knife against my wrist where it sat firmly within the sleeve of my shirt. Opening the door, I caught sight of Calix instantly. He was sitting on the edge of the bed in the dark. At my entrance into the room, he looked up.

“Come to bed.” His voice was low.

I moved slowly across the floor to my side of the bed. Watching Calix carefully, I slipped in between the sheets. Lying on my back, I stared up at the roof. I felt Calix lie down beside me and to my relief he didn’t bother to touch me again. Instead, he turned his back to me.

I listened to his breathing for what felt like hours. When it settled and I was certain he was asleep, I inched myself slowly into a sitting position. Removing the pocketknife from where I’d so craftily stored it, I pulled out the blade. My heart was hammering violently in my chest as I thought of the blood there would be. I’d never been particularly good with blood and I hoped desperately that there wouldn’t be much. I wouldn’t get very far if I stabbed him in the throat and then fainted.

Shaking the thought of blood from my mind, I inched closer to him. His throat was long and exposed where he lay against his pillow. In sleep, his features were just as hard as they were while he was awake. I’d been hoping they would be softer - more vulnerable. But this man wasn’t soft and he wasn’t vulnerable. Well, technically he was very vulnerable right now, but usually he wasn’t.

I lifted my hand from where I’d placed it against the bed, moving the blade to his throat. The point pressed against his skin and I froze.

Do it,
I coaxed myself. Do it!

My hand started shaking and my heart was beating so loudly, I could have sworn it would wake him if I didn’t get this over with soon. Taking in a deep breath, I tried to muster my courage.