Page 40 of Captivated

He’s circling me.

He’s testing me.

He’s seeing how long it’ll take for me to tire before he can lead me willingly into the trap he’s set for me.

“I’d get on my knees for you,” I tell him. “In fact, I distinctly recall already having done so. If you ever want a repeat, then you can show me you have no problem dirtying your expensive suit for me.”

“Piccante,” he says smoothly, with an edge of amusement. “I have no problem getting any part of me dirty for you. I’d take you any way or place you’d let me.”

Standing slowly, Nico loosens then slides his tie free from its knot. Approaching me, his eyes never leave mine until he circles behind me. I sit still, and he grabs each of my wrists and brings them around the chair behind my back.

“What if I want to touch you?” I ask him, turning my head to the side so it’s near his as he’s bent down to secure my wrists.

“I want to see how fast I can get you to come with just my mouth, and I don’t want you distracting me.”

“What are you going to keep me quiet with if you’re already using your tie?”

“You’ll see,” he whispers in my ear, making me shiver with excitement.

Nico turns my chair out so my legs aren’t under the table, and lifts my chin with a single finger. “You look good like this. Even better if you were naked, but still…” He smirks playfully, and I scowl, pulling at my restraint to try and break free. “It’s no use. I know how to tie a knot that stays.” He winks, and my anger flares.

I don’t want to picture him with other women, tying them up, and fucking them so good they could pull at their restraints with all their strength and they remain tight through it all.

“Does that upset you,piccante?”

“No,” I say through a clenched jaw, and Nico smiles triumphantly.

“Don’t worry” – he leans down so his eyes are even with mine – “the thought of any other man having you like this has me thinking murderous thoughts, too.”

“That’s not what I was thinking,” I lie.

“I see it in your eyes, Cassandra. There’s no use in lying. But just so you know, I haven’t had another woman since I had you. The first time,” he makes sure to clarify.

“Sure you haven’t,” I counter, and his eyes flare.

“You think I’m lying? Am I lying when I say I’ve dreamt of you and your pussy every night, and had to settle for jerking off, wishing it was you. My thoughts have been consumed with you, Cassandra.” Nico rubs his thumb over my bottom lip. “Your lips. Your kiss. Your scent. Your touch. Your sounds. Your voice. Your warmth. Your hair. Your sassy mouth that loves to talk back. Your insatiable need to have me that matches my own for you.You. All of you. Everything about you haunted me, waking and sleeping, and if I hadn’t seen you Friday, I don’t know how much longer I would’ve lasted before I showed up at your door begging for anything from you. I would’ve taken any crumb of attention you were willing to give me. Still am.”

I’m rendered speechless.

I don’t even know how to process everything he just said, let alone form a coherent answer that doesn’t come out asfuck me, please.

“You don’t have to say anything,” Nico assures me, his voice soft like velvet as it caresses my racing heart to keep it from exploding. “Finally telling you is all I’ve thought about, and now that I have, I need to taste you again so I know you’re real and this isn’t just another dream.”

My head nods, with every word in my vocabulary frozen in my throat while my head is screaming to tell him that it’s beenthe same for me. That I’m just as haunted by him, day in and day out.

Nico places a soft kiss to my lips, sending a zap of electricity straight through me – setting every nerve ending on fire. I feel him everywhere. Inside of, and all over, me.

He lowers to his knees before me like a soldier or knight pledging his allegiance to his queen, and I can’t wait to be worshipped like one.

Nico’s hands reach for the waistband of my sweatpants and I lift my hips as he tugs them down and off me. My panties follow the same path, and the cold air hitting my wet pussy sends another shiver through me.

The way Nico looks at me… Like a hungry man who hasn’t seen a meal in days, or a thirsty man who hasn’t had a drop to drink while stranded in the desert.

“Così fottutamente bella,” he murmurs while his eyes roam all over me and settle between my thighs.

“Say it again,” I urge, and he gives me a little half smile.

“Così fottutamente bella.”

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