Capture Me: The Complete Trilogy

Chapter 12-2

She’s silent as I lead her into the bedroom, her long, sleek legs drawing my attention as we walk. I suppose I’ll need to get her some clothes of her own soon, but for now, I like seeing her in my shirt, as baggy as it is on her slim frame.

I know that by the moral standards of my childhood, what I’m doing to her is wrong. She’s my prisoner, and I’m not giving her any choice in this. I’m coercing her into a relationship she may not want, despite her physical response and seeming willingness to accept my touch. It would be tempting to justify my actions by telling myself that her job makes her fair game for such treatment, but I know better.

She was forced into this life by circumstances beyond her control, and I’m a cruel bastard for taking advantage of her.

As I strip off Yulia’s shirt, pulling it over her head, I wait for my conscience to rear up, but all I’m cognizant of is a powerful craving for her. The things I’ve done in the past eight years—the things I’ve had to do to survive—rid me of whatever morals my family managed to instill, ripping away the layer of civilization that had always been skin-deep. The man who stands before Yulia now bears no resemblance to the boy who left his upper-middle-class home sixteen years earlier, and my conscience remains dormant as I drop the shirt on the floor and rake my gaze over my captive’s naked body.

“Lie down,” I tell her, my voice roughening with lust. “I want you on your back.”

She hesitates, and I wonder if she’s going to fight me after all. It would be pointless—even at her full strength, she’d be no match for me—but I wouldn’t put it past her to try something anyway.

To my relief, she doesn’t. Instead, she climbs onto the bed and lies down, watching me.

I approach her, my c**k swelling even more. Though Yulia is still overly thin, her body is gorgeously proportioned, with a tiny waist, feminine hips, and high, round breasts. Her bright golden hair is like a halo on the pillow, framing a face that appears to be straight out of some fashion magazine. With her finely drawn features, thickly lashed eyes, and perfect skin, she’s almost too pretty to f**k.

“Almost” being the key word.

Still, I rein in my savage lust. I don’t want to hurt her. She’s had too much of that, at my hands and at those of others. Just thinking about that—about other men touching her—makes me murderous with fury.

If a man ever lays a hand on Yulia again, he’ll pay with his life.

Climbing onto the bed, I throw my knee over her thighs and cage her between my arms. I’m determined to control myself this time, so I hold myself raised on all fours without touching her. Her chest is rising and falling with shallow breaths as she stares up at me, and I know she’s nervous.

Nervous and aroused, judging by her erect n*****s and flushed skin.

“You’re gorgeous,” I murmur, bending over one of those tender n*****s. She doesn’t move, but I can feel the tension in her body as I press my mouth to the pink aureola. The n****e contracts further at my touch, and I close my lips around the taut peak, sucking on it gently. She gasps, her hands curling into fists at her sides, and her eyes close, her head arching back on the pillow.

“Yes, utterly gorgeous,” I whisper, turning my attention to the other n****e. It tastes like her, like warm feminine skin and peaches. After I suck on it, I blow cool air over the distended bud and am rewarded with a small moan.

I move on to the rest of her breasts then, nibbling and sucking on the plump, delicate flesh, touching her with nothing but my mouth. Her body is a sensuous feast, every curve, dip, and hollow silky-soft, her scent intoxicating. Even with the lust raging inside me, I can’t help lingering over the underside of her breasts, her ribcage, her navel… Moving lower, I taste the tender flesh at the top of her slit, and then push my tongue between her p***y folds.

She cries out, tensing, and I feel her hands on my head, her nails digging into my scalp as I find her clit and press my tongue against it. She’s wet—I can taste her arousal—and the uniquely female flavor sends a surge of blood straight to my c**k. My balls tighten, drawing close to my body, and my arms tremble with the urge to grab her and thrust inside her, to take her as I’ve been dying to do since the interruption in the kitchen.

“Lucas.” The word is a breathless gasp as she twists underneath me, her hips rising in a silent plea as her nails rake over my hair. “Oh, God, Lucas…”

Ruthlessly tamping down my own need, I focus on her, using my mouth to keep her on the edge without sending her over. I lave every inch of her p***y with my tongue, then capture her labia in my mouth and suck on the tender folds, knowing the pulling motion will squeeze her clit. Her cries grow louder, her nails sharper on my skull, and I fist my hands in the sheets to keep from reaching for her. I want to give her this pleasure first, make her feel some of the hunger that consumes me around her.

“Lucas!” She’s thrashing now, her heels digging into the mattress on each side of me, and I know she can’t bear much more. Sliding my hand between her thighs, I push two fingers into her and suck on her clit at the same time.

Her back bows as she cries out, and I feel her clenching on my fingers, her flesh rippling around me in release. I wait just long enough to feel her contractions begin to ease, and then I move up her body. Holding myself up on my elbows, I push her legs apart with my knees and line my c**k up against her opening.

“Yulia.” I wait for her to open her eyes, her gaze still dazed and unseeing, and then I give in to my own desperate need, driving into her in a single deep thrust. She gasps, her hands moving up to clutch my sides, and I’m finally lost. Mindless lust descends on me, and I begin pounding into her, taking her hard and fast.

Vaguely, I’m aware that her legs fold around my hips and she starts matching me thrust for thrust, but I’m too far gone to slow down. She’s wet, soft, and tight around me, her inner muscles squeezing my c**k, and the tension that builds inside me is uncontrollable, volcanic. It grows and intensifies, my heartbeat roaring in my ears, and then the sensations finally crest, the orgasm hitting me with brutal intensity. Grasping her tightly, I groan as I jet my seed into her body in a series of long, draining spurts.

To my shock, she cries out again, and I feel her tightening around me once more, her body spasming in her second climax. My c**k jerks with an answering aftershock, and then I collapse to the side, pulling her to lie on top of me.

There are no thoughts in my mind except one.

I’m never letting her go.