Page 8 of Kidnapped Wife

She didn’t know what she believed anymore. Was she in the way? She was an outcast, but had been all her life, so this was nothing new.

“I can hear you thinking,” Massimo said.

Elise turned her head to find Massimo had moved a little closer. She missed her opportunity to try and escape. She knew she wouldn’t get very far. Massimo had the only key to the main door, and he probably had changed the security code.

“You’re awake.”

“Do you want to tell me what is going on in that head of yours?” he asked.

“It’s nothing.”

“Nothing?”

She nodded her head and then refused to look at him.

He sighed. “Do you remember a time when you would tell me every single detail of your life?”

“I’m sorry about that,” she said.

“Damn it, Elsie, you don’t have to be sorry about that.” He threw the blanket aside and climbed off the edge of the bed.

She tried not to look at his body, but Massimo was not known for wearing clothes to bed. He’d been sleeping naked for a long time.

As for her, she was used to being bundled up in pajamas.Since she’d been married to Massimo, he had insisted on her being completely naked at all times when they were alone, especially in bed together.

He had way too many staff at his main home for her to freely walk around naked. The cabin was a different story. Their honeymoon had been spent without any clothes, and the truth was, she’d loved every second of it. Massimo had made it a honeymoon to remember. He’d not been able to take her abroad or to a luxurious hotel. His cabin had been all she needed.

Elsie tried not to be aroused, but Massimo was her husband. Glancing up, she caught sight of his body, including his erection as he stood at the edge of the bed.

“Nothing fucking happened. Nothing is going to happen. I do not even like Isabella.”

“You don’t have to like her to have sex with her.”

He glared at her. “You’re right, I don’t have to like her, but I at least have to want her, and I don’t.” He wrapped his fingers around his length. “You see this!”

She didn’t want to look, but he didn’t continue so she knew he was doing this on purpose. With very little choice, she glanced down at his erection and saw just how thick he was. There was a soft glow coming in from the sun, and she saw the tip was already glistening with pre-cum. She didn’t want to want him, and yet, that was exactly what her body was craving. Him and him alone.

He gripped his cock tightly within his fist, and began to work it up and down. “You’re the only one I want, Elsie. I’ve broken rules for you. I’ve done everything I can to show you that you mean the fucking world to me, and I’m never going to screw that evil bitch. You told me if I ever stuck my dick in another woman, we were over. I believed you. The courtesy you could give me is believing me and actually trusting me.” He let go of his cock, and then walked away.

Elsie didn’t like the feeling that spread within her chest. That horrible feeling of guilt.

****

“You look pissed off,” Romero said, coming to the main front door.

Massimo opened his arms, and his brother stepped in them, hugging him back. “It has been a long few days.”

“Is she still not budging?” he asked.

“She is, we’re talking now, which is a step up. She hasn’t poisoned my food, and she is still making me food and coffee.”

“Do you want me to take a sample back to a lab and have it checked out?”

He couldn’t help but laugh because the truth was, he was so tempted.

“No, that is fine.” He knew Elsie wouldn’t attempt to poison him. Even though she had told him that story about what she did, he also knew it had affected her to the point that she didn’t want to hurt another living soul.

“Did all the Christmas supplies arrive in time?” Romero asked.

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