Page 20 of Kidnapped Wife

She stared up into his eyes as he pulled out, only to fill her once again.

He did this multiple times, with his hands pressed either side of her head. She thrust up to meet each stroke, feeling him hit a spot inside her so deep to the point of being painful. She still took every single inch of him.

“Please,” she said.

“That’s it, baby,” he said. “Let me fuck you.”

Elsie stared up at him, giving herself and her body over to him.

She couldn’t believe she had tried to run, rather than fight. This was the man of her dreams. The moment he walked into the café, she knew he was going to be trouble. What she didn’t realize was he’d be trouble for her heart.

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Massimo stared into her eyes, and he knew she was once against all his. Elsie stared back at him, and there was a glint in the dark brown depths. Something he couldn’t quite put his finger on but he knew was there.

He felt the tightness of her cunt as she wrapped around him, and he continued to drive inside her. Glancing down at where they were joined, he watched his slick cock fill her pussy. Their arousal coating his dick.

He’d already fucked her twice today. Before they left this cabin, he wanted to make her pregnant, to fill her with his seed as another way of keeping her. He didn’t want to give her a single chance to run away.

Elsie belonged to him, and he wasn’t ashamed to admit how desperate he was to keep her. He knew if his father was alive, he’d warn him that no woman should interfere with a man’s ability to have control. He and his father were completely different. While Massimo loved his wife, his father hadn’t loved his. His parents’ marriage had been an arranged one, and there had been no love lost between the two.

Massimo had never intended to find love. He’d stumbled upon it. With a cute, reserved, but sweet waitress, who had no interest in him to begin with. She didn’t want to lose her job by getting involved with customers. The only problem was, he wasnot willing to take no for an answer. Especially as she might not have shown him interest, but he’d seen glimpses of a few stolen looks. Also, he loved how she’d not felt comfortable with his wealth.

There was not any one thing he’d enjoyed about her. He’d fucking loved it all. The fact she didn’t accept his lavish gifts. Their dates had been cheap and yet everything. She asked him about his day, but not about work. She wanted to know if he had a good day or a bad day, how he’d been feeling.

She’d been the first person who had insisted on taking care of him when he got sick. Massimo rarely got sick, but there had been some kind of bug going around, and as Romero would often say, he was too stubborn for his own good. He’d insisted on going on his date. When he got to Elsie’s apartment, she’d taken one look at him and told him he looked like crap. By this time, he’d done a full day’s work, which hadn’t been limited to killing someone, and he’d been sweating profusely. He’d also felt a little sick. He’d vomited on Elsie’s carpet right in front of her.

They hadn’t even had sex at this point. Massimo didn’t know what happened until he woke up. He’d collapsed, and Elsie had told him she struggled to get him to the bed, where he’d been for several days, much to his brother’s annoyance, as Romero had been terrified that someone had kidnapped him or killed him. Instead, a woman had taken care of him.

She’d bathed him, given him medicine, and fed him. She cleaned up after him, and for the first time in his life, he got to experience what it felt like to be looked after without someone expecting a paycheck. Elsie hadn’t expected anything. She’d insisted on taking his temperature and asked for him to see a doctor.

Maybe that was when Massimo had known he was going to marry this woman. She’d gone from being a placid woman, to very bossy when it came to his health.

Of course, he’d seen a doctor, who had been irritated that he’d not been called. Elsie didn’t trust anyone, and seeing as she knew who he was and what he did, she’d not been willing to risk putting him in danger. Massimo had asked her about it later. Elsie had said she didn’t know if there were other gangs or people like him who would see it as a moment of weakness. If his illness had gotten worse, she’d have taken him to the hospital. It was after that moment, he gave her Romero’s number and introduced the two. His brother had been hesitant at first, until Elsie won him over by just being herself.

Massimo was pulled out of his thoughts by Elsie cupping his face.

“What is it?” she asked.

He hadn’t even realized he stopped fucking her and instead was staring into her eyes.

“I just realized how much I love you,” he said.

This made her smile. “You have only just realized it?”

“I knew it before, but now I know you’re one of a kind.”

He kissed her hard, and then with his cock still hard, he didn’t hold back and claimed her, hard, fast, watching her as she took everything he gave her and moaned his name as she did. He loved the sounds she made. So honest, so fucking sexy, as he drove balls-deep inside her again and again.

His orgasm was so close, and this time he didn’t hold back and went straight to the hilt and over the edge, flooding her pussy as he did so. She whimpered his name, and he wrapped his arms around her, holding onto her.

Seconds passed, or minutes, Massimo didn’t know. Time with Elsie never seemed to matter to him. He rarely watched the clock when he was with her.

Pulling away, he stared into her eyes.

“Where did you go?” she asked.

“I was thinking about that date,” he said.

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