Page 10 of Caged Captain

Christ, that thought makes my dick ache. I pull her closer to me, needing to feel every inch of her body against mine as I stroke my tongue against hers and swallow down her soft whimpers.

I finally break the kiss so I can turn my head and stare at the fucker who dared to steal my girl away from me. I snarl at him, fuckingsnarllike a territorial beast. It works. The coward scampers off, leaving me alone to devour my prey.

Imogine’s arms loop around my neck and pull me back down, her lips meeting mine halfway. She totally owns this kiss. It makes me impossibly hard to know she's been thinking of me like this, too, that she felt whatever I felt at the fundraiser ball. And Iknowshe did. I can taste it in her kiss.

We finally break apart, both of us gasping for air. Imogine’s lips are swollen, her cheeks bright red from our kiss. My eyesdrop to her heaving chest, and I barely restrain myself from burying my face into her cleavage and licking the sweat off her skin.

“Your drinks, sir,” the bartender says, butting into our intimate moment.

I gather the drinks and toss a few fifties in his direction even though I know the drinks are on the house. I remember what it was like living off of tips before I started working my way up in the ranks of the Caparelli family.

Turning back to Imogine, I see she’s still breathless and unsure of what just happened. “Come on,” I murmur, nodding toward the table. “Let’s get this over with so we can do that again.”

5

IMOGINE

My lips still tingle from our kiss as Marco leads me back to his car. I was shocked by the ferocity of Marco’s desire when he pulled me against him and fused his mouth to mine. The way his hands slid down my curves, grabbing my hips and grinding against me… I squeeze my thighs together to try and find some relief from the ache he created in my core.

“Gotta get you home,” he grunts, quickening his pace. I’m not sure if he means my home or his.

My head is all over the place. I know I’m his fake girlfriend, so it makes sense that he would have to kiss me at some point. It felt so real, though. The passion, the need, the outright primal lust flowing through him and into me was intoxicating. He couldn’t fake that, right?

Then again, what the hell do I know? That was my first kiss, not that I’d ever admit that to Marco.

He helps me into the car, and then we’re off, speeding down one street and then another, notably heading to a different part of the city than my shitty neighborhood. I’m about to ask where we’re going when Marco places his large, warm hand on my barethigh. A shudder racks my body at that simple touch, and he tightens his hold on me.

“Fuck,” he breathes, sliding his hand further up my leg.

I spread my thighs slightly, hardly aware of what I’m doing. My body moves on its own, and I squirm in my seat, my hips angling up to give him more access. A breathy whimper escapes my lips as he strokes my sensitive skin.

The car comes to an abrupt halt, and Marco snatches his hand away, leaving me a wanton puddle in the front seat. A second later, my door flies open, and Marco nearly rips my seatbelt off before pulling me out of the vehicle.

“Where are–” Before I can finish my question, the sexy, chiseled man who’s captured my heart scoops me up in his arms.

“My house. I can’t hold back any longer.”

I nod and wrap my arms around his neck, nuzzling into him and letting him know I feel the same. As soon as we burst through the front door of his home, Marco sets me down and backs me against the wall.

“You drive me crazy,” he murmurs, ghosting his nose across my jaw and down my neck. “Everything about you. Your curves, your strength, your sassy little mouth.” Marco takes my lips in another devastating kiss, dragging me further and further down into the depths of lust and longing. My body is buzzing, my nerve endings sizzling with each swipe of his tongue. “Be very sure you want this, beautiful. I can’t let you go. I won’t. Tell me now if you want me to stop.”

He leans back slightly, giving me space to gather my thoughts. I close my eyes and rest my head against the wall behind me. Yes, yes,yes, this is what I want. My body is screaming at me to climb him like a tree and give in to the overwhelming pleasure he’s offering.

After a few seconds of tense silence, I open my eyes and stare directly into his dark gaze. “Is this part of the deal?” I whisper, holding my heart in my hand.

“Fuck the deal,” he says right before claiming my lips as his own. All worries about the future, our agreement, and all the other obstacles in our way fall right out of my head. All I can focus on is being moved away from the wall and then lifted by Marco’s hands on my thighs.

He sets me down on a nearby desk, and I part my legs for him, whimpering when he steps in between them. His rough hands slide the sequined material of my dress higher and higher up my thighs until he’s rubbing his hard cock over my panty-covered pussy.

“I feel your heat, angel. Are you wet for me? Do you need this?” He thrusts his hips, hitting my clit through the thin lacy scrap of underwear.

“Yes, yes, I need you.” The words come pouring out of my mouth, almost without my permission.

Marco kisses me again and again, each swipe of his tongue wiping away my fears and doubts until all that’s left is his taste, his smell, his touch.

“Please,” I gasp, though I’m not even sure what I’m asking for.

Marco grunts and rubs his fingers against my pussy, over the fabric of my panties. I grind down on his hand and bury my face in his shoulder to muffle my cries.

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