Page 32 of Stolen By the Enemy

Her pendejo brothers might have pissed me off, but if she’s going to willingly give herself to me, I might not have to take any of that anger out on her.

Chapter Ten

Grazia

After hearing Marco on the speaker, I am determined to get the most out of this man and his unbelievable stamina tonight.

The last night he was here was all about his own needs, but after my dream, I’m craving even more of him.

And since it doesn’t look like I’m going to be going home anytime soon, I’ve decided that I might as well have some fun while I’m here.

I clean myself up, put on makeup, and wear my sexiest underwear.

Luckily, Marco has every kind of toiletry in his house because I desperately need to shave and razors weren’t in my bag.

I don’t think anyone thinks about shaving when they’re being kidnapped. I also find some perfume that I lightly mist myself with.

Feeling confident and sexy, I find a few candles, their flickering flames casting a warm glow in the room.

It's a small touch, but it transforms the cold atmosphere into something softer. The scent of vanilla and sandalwood fills the air as I light each one carefully.

Next, I search for some music. I want a melody that's not too overpowering, something to break the silence without being too intrusive.

The soft notes of a piano fill the room, creating a backdrop for whatever unfolds tonight.

As I move around the space, adjusting the candles and setting the mood, I can't help but wonder about the unpredictability of this night.

There is a delicate dance between danger and the unexpected intimacy we've found ourselves entangled in.

Tonight is going to make up for this week of me nearly losing my mind from boredom.

As I sit down on the living room’s loveseat, right under the window, I hear Marco turning the key in the door.

He walks in slowly, a bit uncertain, and probably surprised at what he’s walking into. I watch him as his dark smoky eyes take in the scene.

He thinks that he’s the big, tough cartel man who makes all of the rules, but he’s about to see that captive or not, I can control a situation just as well as he can.

In the candlelight, his usually hard face looks softer, and I’m pretty sure I can see the stress in his eyes.

I tilt my head at him and smile softly, motioning with my index finger for him to come over to me.

He puts his keys down and walks over, removing a piece of clothing with each step that he takes.

I have to admit that I am enjoying the striptease he is giving me. It’s like an unexpected gift after the many days of stress and boredom that I have suffered.

By the time he reaches me, he’s down to just his underwear, which I slowly slide off as he stands in front of me, kissing his thighs as I do.

I stand up and guide him to sit down in my place. Running my hands over the firm muscles of his abs, I admire my full view of the tribal Aztec tattoos that seem to cover his entire sculpted frame.

We don’t have to talk.

Our bodies seem able to move together naturally.

With him sitting on the loveseat, I kneel down in front of him and smile again at his hard dick pointing up at me.

I take it in my mouth, slowly at first, doing my best to fit the whole thing inside my cheek.

His right hand moves to grip my hair, his left hand on my shoulder, and I can feel by his grip getting tighter that this is doing exactly what I hoped it would.

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