Page 3 of Kidnapped Wife

Sitting up in the bed, she looked down at her hands and feet, and was surprised to not see herself shackled to the bed.

“What did you expect?”

She looked up to find Massimo standing in the doorway, arms folded across his wide chest.

“Chains.”

He smiled. “I can still do that if you like. I know how you like to be pinned down.”

She swung her feet off the side of the bed and gripped the edge. There was no way she was going to react to his teasing. Of course she liked it when he was in control. Who wouldn’t? Massimo was a master and an expert lover, and she had no complaints about their time in the bedroom even on the night he’d taken her virginity. There had been pain but he had made it so slight, there was no point even being upset by it. He’d made it a magical night. He’d been so patient, so loving, so everything.

“I don’t find any of this funny. Now, let me go.”

“No,” Massimo said.

She took a deep breath. “You can’t do this.”

“Actually, as your husband, I can, and I will. Trust me, no one is going to stop me.”

Elsie stared at him and waited, and knew it was pointless.There was no point in calling the cops. Besides, there was no landline at his cabin, and he would be the only person in possession of a phone. Also, there was the fact that the cops were in Massimo’s pocket, and no one was coming to help her.

“So I’m trapped here. I’m your captive. You kidnapped me.”

“You and Romero have the same viewpoint.”

“Your brother was here?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“And he didn’t advise you to stop?”

“He … doesn’t understand our relationship.”

“We don’t have a relationship.” She was about to pass him but he suddenly caught her around the waist, and she started to struggle. It was hard to do because her body was a traitor. She had fallen in love with Massimo so hard and fast, all she wanted to do was cave into him. It was like her body didn’t feel the betrayal.

He was so close and she stared up into his gorgeous blue eyes. His eyes had hypnotized her from the start. They made her think of the ocean. Until she met him, she’d never been to the beach. He’d been the first one to take her there. He promised to take her to many places, even those she didn’t even know about.

“Are you sure about that?” he asked, and then his lips pressed down on hers, and at first she couldn’t bring herself to push him away. She craved his lips, wanted them on her own. He felt so good, and like so many times before, her body sang to his tune.

“He doesn’t want you. You’re a passing fancy, but when I’m pregnant with his child, you will be nothing more than a joke.”Isabella’s cruel words came back to haunt her and she pulled out of his arms. She had no reason to believe he would cheat on her and yet, every reason to believe it. Isabella was a beautiful woman. She could have any man and she set her sightson Massimo. Elsie knew there was no chance of competing with her. She came from nothing. She was nothing.

All her life, she’d been told she was nothing more than a burden. It was only a matter of time before Massimo grew bored with her.

Staring at him, she wanted to slap the smug smile off his face, but she didn’t believe in violence, so she shook her head and then stepped out to the main corridor. She didn’t even bother going for the front door. Knowing Massimo, he would have locked it and he was the only one that had the key.

Instead, she went straight to the kitchen and grabbed a mug out of the cupboard. Unlike his precious mistress and other women, Elsie knew her way around the kitchen. She knew her way around surviving. She didn’t need personal assistants or any of the other crap. She could do this.

Massimo had kidnapped her, but by the end of it, she knew he would grant her a divorce.

She looked toward Massimo, and she was tempted to give him the silent treatment, but instead she held a second mug out. “Do you want one?”

“You’re not going to try and play hard to get?” he asked.

“Although that is tempting, and trust me, it is, I’m not interested in playing games. Do you want a drink?”

“I’d love one, and you know how I like it.”

“Can’t forget.” She added two sugars to his cup, and she had no choice but to grab the luxury espresso.

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