Page 11 of Captive Desire

“Come for me, Charity.” Despite giving me the power to be in charge, his demand hits me deep.

Like he owns my body, I do as I’m told. My walls clench around him, squeezing as a rush of pleasure floods my system. Convulsing around him, nothing stops the cry from leaving my lips.

Left dizzy from such a powerful orgasm, I watch in a haze as he moves to stand. Without another word, he’s drawing my lips to his, kissing me hard.

I want this man. A realization that runs on repeat as I taste myself on his tongue.

Unable to think, my breathing remains erratic for what feels like minutes before an unwelcome sound fills the room. My stomach growls, reminding me that I haven’t eaten in hours.

Terrible timing on my stomach’s part. I can’t help but feel a new sort of embarrassment as this man pulls away and lets out a laugh I feel deep enough to reach my soul.

“You’re hungry?” With one of those winning smiles, he licks at his lips. His chin is slick, glistening with my juices. “It is a good thing we are in this room. What are you craving?”

I hate to admit it, but I only want this man. Unfortunately, he’s not enough to stop my stomach from growling again. What in the world has become of me? Horny and hungry.

Despite the hardened curve of his cock pressing against the zipper of his pants, he’s in no rush to take more than what I’ve offered. Instead, he focuses solely on my needs.

Having barely looked at the cabinets’ contents, I shrug my shoulders. “Anything, really.”

Romeo nods and pulls away, and I watch him start plucking out ingredients around me. Despite knowing I should get off of the counter and clean up the mess we made, my legs are currently feeling like jello. I’ll save that part once I can stand on my feet again.

“Are you telling me that someone as powerful as you cooks his meals?” I lift a brow, a smile teasing my lips. “I would expect you to have your own personal chef.”

Amused by my questions, he pulls out ingredients around me. “Sometimes we have the wives of these men gather to cook a feast. Those are typically on nights worth celebrating. Now that you are here, we’ll have to throw another one soon. On other nights, people are always in and out of here. As terrible as it sounds, we use the microwave more than we do the stove.”

Romeo continues to surprise me. While I’m sure he acts differently around those he’s in charge of, he seems so normal and casual around me. When hunger isn’t fueling him, he’s tolerable.

Despite his words, he does make me a meal. Big enough for the both of us to share. Halfway through, I get the sense to hop off of the counter and pull my clothes back on before catching any unwanted attention.

While he finishes cooking, I scrub my seat clean and make sure there is no evidence left over. If everyone used this kitchen, I don’t want to imagine them discovering the mess we made.

Once the food is done and my stomach is rumbling on its own accord, he shows me the dining space.

Entering the room, the long table full of empty chairs catches my attention. This place seems like it’s made for one large family. I’m sure during the feasts Romeo was talking about, it gets quite lively in here.

Will I really stick around long enough to see the event with my own eyes? Even if it’s the celebration of my arrival, having all those people around is the perfect chance to take advantage of all the distractions to try and slip away.

There’s only so far a pregnant woman can get out here in the middle of nowhere. Surely, someone would find me. They’d take me right back and I would have to deal with Romeo’s reaction to being betrayed.

That’s to say I’d run away in the first place. Strangely enough, I haven’t thought about getting away even once. Knowing that something must be wrong with me, I try not to figure out why. I don’t want to suddenly accept my new life laid out for me.

I’d be leaving so much behind if I said yes so easily. To leave without my best friend putting up a fight and causing enough of a stir to get unwanted attention pointed her way, I’d have to pile lie upon lie on her shoulders to make her believe everything is fine.

I don’t want that.

Despite my earlier hunger, I’m left poking at my food. Catching on to my disinterest quickly, he nudges his knuckles against the back of my hand.

“Tell me what is on your mind.”

My eyes flicked up to meet his dark ones. “Thinking about everything I’m leaving behind,” I answer truthfully. “Will you let me return, even if it’s to simply visit?”

His jaw sets, just as I figured it would. Leaving this place is not allowed.

“I don’t want to be stuck here, Romeo. I’m willing to negotiate.” Squaring my shoulders, I return his frown with one of my own. “Don’t make this place feel like a prison.”

“I have guards with me when I leave, or my brothers. You’d have to get used to the additional company if you were to leave.” He lets out a small sigh. “However, I’d prefer to be the one at your side if possible.”

Just like that, I’m reminded of his feelings. How obsessive he is, the demand to always be at my side. Now I know he’d be capable of killing a man if they looked at me for too long.

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