Page 17 of Captivated

My heart starts racing at the thought of hearing his voice right now.

A part of me doesn’t want to answer because of that, but the other, larger part of me, wants to hear his voice right now.

It’s probably not a good idea, and I shouldn’t indulge myself in what I know is a bad idea, but tonight hasn’t exactly been going the way I thought it would, so screw it.

I swipe my finger across my screen to answer. “Hello?”

“Hi, Cassandra.” Nico’s voice floats over the line and I feel it pool in my stomach like liquid gold – a divine burn. “I wasn’t sure you’d answer.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” I’m not about to admit that I wasn’t sure I would or should. “Maybe I wanted you to hear my voice when I told you to stop texting me.”

“Maybe. But I’ll bet any amount you’d like that you’re lying in bed right now and contemplated answering because you were afraid that hearing my voice would be too much for you.”

My jaw drops. The audacity of this man. “Wow, you’re really full of yourself. What makes you believe your voice is so special it would be hard to hear while I’m lying in bed?”

“So, you are lying in bed right now?”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes,” he assures me, the low timbre of his voice making me bite my lip. I knew this was a mistake. “So, are you?” he asks seductively, and I curl onto my side, holding my phone tighter to my ear.

“Yes,” I whisper, and Nico makes a little grunt of a sound like he pulled the phone away so I wouldn’t hear him. “Is that a problem?”

“Yes, because now all I can think about is your flawless skin in the dim glow of the moon as I trace the curves of your body until your dripping wet and begging me to take care of you. First with my mouth so I can taste your moon drenched skin and honey on my tongue, and then I’d bury my cock in your magic pussy that will take me to the fucking stars and back. I want to hear your muffled scream of my name into the pillows as I fuck you from behind, and then feel you rake your nails down my back when your next scream is stuck in your throat and your blue eyes are staring into mine. I could drown in your eyes and I’d die a happy man.”

Holy fuck.

Is he real?

“I could keep going, Cassandra, but then I’ll be stuck with an even bigger problem than I have going on right now, and I only have my hand to take care of it and not your hot little mouth or tight little pussy.”

Oh, my God, he has to stop.

I pinch my eyes closed and rub my thighs together, trying to focus on not drowning in my own desire.

“Nico,” I whisper, knowing my voice can’t be trusted.

“Yeah,piccante?”

“You can’t…you can’t say things like that.”

“Why not?”

“Are you drunk?”

“No. Do you think I need to be drunk in order to tell you how much I want you?”

“I thought we said just that one weekend. Nothing more.”

“We did. But I don’t agree to that anymore.”

“You don’t?”

“No.”

I swallow the lump in my throat and push every feeling of hope down. I can’t let it bubble up. I can’t let myself believe that Nico wants me.

I know what men like him are capable of. What they’ve done and will do. I also know how quickly they can turn on you and cut you off like you never meant a thing when you were once considered family.

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