The Captive Series (3 page)

“Dio mio, you are beautiful. I am a very blessed man, Cara. Do not worry, I’ll not take you tonight. We will save that for tomorrow when you are well rested and not so bruised.”

I watched her as she gave a sigh of relief. I had a feeling that had I not called Enzo when I did, I would have one dead cousin and a traumatized woman on my hands. No, I wouldn’t have let her go. My reaction to seeing her the other day was out of the ordinary. Something happened to me. At first I didn’t know what it was, but by the time I got home and looked at my empty house, I knew what I had would not go away. She belonged in my house to make it our home. I needed someone for a change, and I didn’t mean in the need-to-stick-my-dick-into-someone kind of thing, but rather my heart needed something. It was jumping out of my chest the moment I spotted her from my limo.

I turned on my badass, six-head shower and started to undress in front of her. My baby may be embarrassed about her body, which she had no reason to be at all, but I wasn’t. I worked out at least two hours a day in one capacity or another. I always groomed myself to look like the boss. You can’t have respect looking like a fucking bum, but I wasn’t so fashionable to look like a fucking metrosexual fuck. I needed to keep the ruggedness to show force, and it seemed to keep the pussy pouring in. It didn’t help that I looked like a fucking stud and I was hung like a horse, but the only pussy I wanted anymore was the pussy I was going to keep for a lifetime. My dad had the same affliction the moment he spotted my mother, and those two were still fucking like bunnies. I knew that was the way Amber and I would be in thirty years, whether her little ass liked it or not.

I wanted to fuck her stupid right now, but she was hurt. Every time I looked at her bruises, I wanted to smash someone’s face in, namely Enzo. Though that fuck of a father of hers was high up there. I mean, what the hell? She didn’t put up a fight to leave with me. In fact, she seemed nothing but glad to come with me. I didn’t know if it was just our irresistible attraction to each other, or it was that she was afraid of the fucker. That was crazy as fuck, because I was a dangerous motherfucker and what I wanted to do to her should be illegal. My cock was begging for entry and my seed ready to be sowed. Hell, if she gave me any encouragement tonight, I was doing her all night long, but I was going to have to wait for her cue.

I watched as she noticed the size of my meat. I wanted her so bad. Damn, her pussy was trimmed neatly, and the little hairs were as dark as her hair on her pretty little head. I want to lick the shit out of her. In the truck I wanted to lay her down and taste her sweet juices. My fingers only gave me a hint at the sweet ambrosia that was Amber. I carried her into the steaming water and began to gently wash her hair. I had never done this to a woman before, but fuck if it wasn’t sexy as hell—my dick was getting harder by the moment. I rinsed her hair and soaped up my hands to wash her delectable body. There was no need for washcloths because I wanted to feel my skin on hers. At first I attempted to avoid the sensuality and get to work on my task, but then I got to her breasts, and Dio mio, they were perfect, plentiful handfuls with pinkish brown nipples at the center that begged for my mouth. I swore they said, “Luciano, please taste me.”

“Luciano?” Damn, she must have caught me staring at them. Her blush was staining her face.

“Yes, Cara?”

“Will you kiss me again?” she hungrily pleaded.

I gave her a wicked smile. “Amber, I’ll never stop, and not just at these pretty, full pink lips.” I pulled her into my arms and kissed her slowly at first, her lip tender from her assault, but it was my little vixen that got greedy. She attacked my mouth like she was starving. I had to slow her ass down before I nutted all over her belly. She didn’t realize how close she had me. I hadn’t come from a kiss since, well, never. My pre-come was coating her belly and the underside of her breasts.

“Amoré, we need to stop.” She actually pouted, and I had to say that was some sexy shit. I never tolerated a bitch’s attitude before. You see, I had never given a fuck about the women I fucked. My style was to fuck until I came. I really couldn’t give a shit if they did. Most of the time they managed to come anyway, but once I came, I was gone. I fucked because, well, I am a guy. It’s what we do, but I never cared to get dirty with a bitch. I’d had my dick sucked so much, but fuck if I returned the favor. I didn’t know who was in that bitch’s cunt before I got there and I always wore a condom, even when they claimed they were on the pill. Fuck that, I wasn’t going to be tied to no whore. Amber was different. I looked up info on my girl here long before I put the face to the name, and everything about her screamed innocent perfection. Now that I had her, I wasn’t letting go, so holding off a day would have to do and eating her pussy became my new goal.

“Cara, you have me on the brink. If we go any further, I won’t be able to stop. You are mine, and we will have a lifetime to…” She actually looked disappointed. “Oh, what the hell am I saying? Baby, come give me a kiss.”

I couldn’t stand to see the hurt when I stopped, so I wouldn’t stop. This time I kissed with all the desire I had for her, and she was with me the whole way. I started to make my way down the Amber trail. First stop, the bountiful breasts that had been calling to me.

“Ahh!” she cried out, panting, heaving as I touched them with my lips. My baby was sensitive. I wasn’t patient in my attack. I devoured them, licking every inch until I got to the puckered center.

I took her nipple into my mouth as I reached down to her cunt to feel her juice on my fingers. Dio, she was wet, and not just from the shower. I made my way down and she only tried to stop me once, but I swatted her hand. “My pussy, and I’ll do what I want with it.” She giggled until I parted her lips and licked her from top to bottom. I wasn’t going to get enough of this. It was pure ambrosia made just for me. Her essence dripped down my chin as I explored her wet pussy. My fingers reached in to stretch her out; my cock was big, and I wanted to make sure I didn’t hurt her too badly. I didn’t know if she was a virgin. It shouldn’t matter, but hell, I was a man, and we want the one to be pure.

I pushed a little deeper into her greedily, trying to get more of her on my tongue when I hit her barrier. Holy fuck! I hit the jackpot. Knowing that she was only mine just sent me into overdrive. I ate her until she came twice more and could barely stand any more. Then I washed us up and dried us off, dropping the towels wherever they landed.

We continued kissing as we walked to the bed. I lifted her onto the mattress and to the center of the bed. She looked so small there, yet so deliciously tempting. My eyes ate her up, and I knew she could tell my thoughts were wicked by the flush and desire that consumed her face. “Kiss me, taste your pleasure on my tongue.” I kissed her deeper this time, sending my tongue farther in her mouth while my knee parted her thighs. Unlike the first time, she parted them with no resistance. I guess my baby liked my touch.

“Amoré, I’ll try and be gentle, but only this one time. I like it rough and hard. I am all man—you will feel my need, my desire every time I am in you. You will need no one but me.” I kissed her deeply and powerfully this time, showing her I meant business.

I felt her wet heat to make sure she was wet enough for me. I positioned myself at her entrance and gazed into her fear-laced eyes. “It will only hurt for a moment. Don’t worry, Cara, we will fit. We were made to be together.” I bent and took her nipple and sucked, and in one smooth thrust claimed what was mine. She screamed as I rose up and captured her lips. Pulling my face a hair’s breadth away, I whispered, “It will be okay, Amber. Relax, it will go away soon. Grazie, amoré mia.”

It was a long moment that probably felt longer than it actually was. I could feel her tight walls fighting my intrusion, and the beads of sweat were starting to form on my skin as I attempted to remain still. I took her mouth again with ownership, and when I felt her desire develop in her kiss, I knew I could start to move. Rocking in and out slowly earned me “oohs” and “aahs” that damn near drove me insane. I started to move faster as her tight walls flooded with her juices, giving me the lubrication I needed to get more of me in her. I was only about halfway in, and I wanted to go full bore, balls deep into my woman. It may take a while to get the rest of it in, but I was going to try.

She belonged to me and that knowledge overwhelmed me, my speed increasing again. I was looking into her beautiful emerald eyes, full of desire and lust, so beautiful. “Mine, Cara, all mine.”

We rocked back and forth, each moan telling me I was doing what I needed. She was going to be my wife, the mother of my children, and I wanted to make sure she was always satisfied. I would have to kill her if she ever betrayed me with another, and I would gut the motherfucker.

I didn’t realize my thoughts manifested themselves with each thrust, my anger at the possibility having me drive into her hard. I gripped her throat. “This pussy is mine. You better not even think of another motherfucker being in you, touching you. You belong to me.” It seemed my threatening words turned her on as her pussy gushed some more. “Tell me you understand.”

“I am yours!” she shouted out, her eyes never leaving mine.

“Yes, you are.” I lifted her leg with my hand under her thigh, twisted my hips, and drove into her as I captured her lips. Her kiss was like magic. When I kissed her, I felt hypnotized. “Amber, come for me, amoré. Come for me.”

I was about to come hard, and I wanted her with me. I moved into a kneeling position, opening up her thighs so I could watch my cock being swallowed by her greedy, tight pussy. Damn, that wasn’t bright, but then again, there was no blood left in the brain. I pinched her glistening, swollen clit, and I could feel her walls ready to give way.

It wasn’t long before I was rewarded with her cries of release. “Luciano, Luciano!” Her walls were pulsating, squeezing out the best part of me into her. My seed flooded her womb. It was the best release I ever had, and I nearly blacked out from the pleasure.

“Amber, Amber, Amber…” He said my name as though it was sacred. I could barely concentrate on staying awake—forget catching my breath. He fell to the side of me and took me into his arms, holding me tightly to his chest. I loved the feel of his arms around me. It was the first thing I thought of when he had picked me up to carry me out of that chair yesterday. Now I was lying here in his arms, listening to his pounding heart, and feeling wonderfully achy. I didn’t know sex could be so good. That was the most amazing experience in my life.

As I lay here, reality set in. I was probably just one of many to have been satisfied by him, lying in this bed in his arms, only to be cast aside for the next one. That thought was depressing. I just needed to live in the moment. He took my virginity and in return had given me immense pleasure. It wouldn’t be forever, so I would just enjoy the time we had together and be ready to move on.
Just don’t fall in love with the thug. Don’t fall in love with Luciano
. I needed to chant that to myself as often as possible. He had probably told those things to all the other women. I knew he’d had plenty. Men in power always did.

I better leave soon before I thought about it too much. I couldn’t let someone like him get to me. He was a gangster and a womanizer and not to mention a god in bed. I could never hold him for long before he moved on to the next. I wanted to cry, but I wouldn’t. It was the one thing my poor excuse for a father taught me; crying didn’t stop what was going to happen, and men hated it. Luciano hated it. I lifted my head to get a look at the man who changed my life and rocked my world.

He was staring up at the ceiling and turned to me the instant I raised my head. “Cara, are you all right? Do you hurt?”
Could he read the expression on my face?

I started to sit up and look him right in the eye because I needed to be strong, but looking at him was a bad idea. The just-fucked look was amazing on such a specimen of man. He was so handsome and his eyes so blue that I was like a deer caught in headlights.

I shook off the haze and said, “I am fine. Actually…I should be leaving.”

Oh shit!
I must have said something wrong. He lifted himself into a sitting position, practically throwing me off balance.

“Where the fuck do you think you are going?” he growled, his ice-blue eyes darkening in anger.

“I have some friends I could stay with until I leave for college at the end of the summer. My summer job starts on Monday.” I jumped off the bed and started to reach for the towel on the floor, but before I could find my panties in the bathroom, he was on me. He lifted me up, carried me back to the bedroom, and pinned me to the bed.

“What part of ‘you are mine’ did you not understand? This is the only place you are going to live, unless we travel to one of my other properties. I am the only one you are going to live with until we have our babies.” Before I could say otherwise, he thrust himself inside me.

“You are mine. Do you hear me?” The anger in his eyes was terrifying and sexy.

“Yes.”

“No, you don’t, because you were ready to leave after you fucked up my head.” He thrust harder until our pelvises touched, and I cried out in pain. “Yes, you are being punished, amoré. You need to know that I won’t tolerate you leaving me.”

I started to cry, not from the pain, but from the fact that he was being mean. I didn’t want him to take me in anger. My tears gained his attention. He slowed down.

“Baby, am I hurting you too much? I’m sorry. I realize you are new to this, and I am a large man. You just pissed me off.” He stopped the pounding and slowed to a gentle fuck, and I cried more.

“Tell me what I can do to get you to stop crying.”

“You were not hurting me too much. It’s just…I don’t want you to have sex with me when you hate me.” I lived with my father’s anger for so many years, but I never let it get to me. I was immune to the violence. Luciano was different to me from the start. I couldn’t handle his anger.

He kissed my lips gently. “Amber, I don’t hate you. I don’t think I ever could, but I was mad that you want to leave me. I was punishing you.”

As much as I hated to ask this question, I couldn’t let it go by. “Do you always punish your women who make you mad like this?”

“Cara, you want to talk about other women when I am inside of you?” I shook my head. I didn’t want to ever talk about them.

“Good, then enjoy. Feel us together. This between us is something special.” He bathed my breasts with his tongue. When he bit down on my nipple, I was done. My juices coated his cock, and I squeezed out every bit of pleasure I had. I took him with me as I felt him shake inside of me. Damn it! We didn’t use any protection!

He smiled at me with a wink. “I know we didn’t.”
Oh shit, I said that out loud.

“I told you I wanted you to have my babies.” He was still grinning before he kissed me. He climbed off me and the bed. Once he was up he pulled me to stand with him, then he took me into his arms and hugged me tight.

“Cara, come, let us sit.” He grabbed the sheet and wrapped it around us. We sat on the super comfy sofa, looking out at the moon.

He took a deep breath and started to speak. “I have been with more than my fair share of women, but none have anything on you. You are the only one to grace this bed. There was a place I took those women, a place you will never see the inside of, and one I’ll never step in again. I used women for one thing. When you have power and money, they flock to you, but when I was young, my father taught me to keep the filth out of my home. It’s the place where my wife and kids will live one day, and it shouldn’t be tainted with the past.”

“But you still have money and power. What happens when they come to you? Will you betray me with them?”
Fuck, don’t cry, don’t cry.
You don’t love him, so don’t get your feelings involved. I stood my ground and held back the tears that threatened to fall.

“My dad was like me before he met my mother. Do you know they have been married for thirty-one years and not once has he even thought to stray? He knew she was the one, and despite the fact that we’re bad men, we are men, and real men don’t betray their wives. I have never had a real relationship, but I’ll do everything I can to show you that I’ll be faithful. I hope you never meet one of my one-nighters, because, baby, that’s all they were. But if you do, they will know better than to say anything to you or else. Now you look at me. Never back down from any bitch, okay? But you let me know if anyone looks at you cross. Okay?”

I nodded. I didn’t want to really talk about this anymore. My happy feelings faded as the jealousy in me grew.

He gripped my chin and turned my face toward him, which I tried to hide. “No, answer me. Tell me what you are thinking.”

I sheepishly admitted, “I have to say I am a little jealous of them. After what we shared, I can’t help but imagine you with them. I haven’t had sex with anyone else, but you have. It’s just not fair.”

“Well, I am glad for that shit. If another fucker already had you, I would kill him. Don’t think I am playing. Don’t look at me like I’m crazy. Fuck it, I know I am, but I don’t give a fuck. You are mine. I may have fucked, but tonight was the first time I have ever ate a woman out. Do you know why? Because before you, I never gave a fuck if a bitch came or not. I am ruthless, sweetheart, know that now. I want to clear the air. I’ll give you everything and I’ll spank your ass if you defy me, but I would never put myself before you. Now, enough of this. Let’s get to bed so your pussy can get some rest.”

I couldn’t help it, but I giggled as he carried me. He liked it, and I was rewarded with a kiss on my lips.

“Fucking adorable, amoré. I like when you smile; it’s stunning.” The sweetness in his words was hard to reconcile with the devil I knew he could be. Well, according to him, I had a lifetime to get used to it.

“Goodnight, Luciano,” I sleepily whispered to my deadly lover as he tucked me in.

“Goodnight, amoré mia,” he said as he turned off the side lamp. I gave a contented sigh as he spooned himself behind me and hugged me close.