Page 10 of Captive Desires
Four.
Then she chooses the stairs, scrambling upwards and out of sight.
Five, six.
The instinct to chase her is almost unbearable. Seven. Eight. Her footsteps echo on the floor above.
Fuck it.
I don’t wait for ten. Whoever said I would play fair when it came to getting my woman? I’m a ruthless billionaire mafia boss, and I’m Scottish. I make my own rules.
The stairs are eaten up two at a time by my strides, my cock bobbing as I throw myself after her and reach the landing in time to see her at the end of the hallway. On this floor there are a suite of rooms I use as my office, with interconnecting doors that lead back to the corridor. My clever lass hasn’t trapped herself. Yet.
I pound down the corridor and barge through the door to see Cleo’s heel disappear into the next room. I see her hair streaming behind her as she takes the last steps and slams the door behind her. I grin as I run after her and yank the door to the corridor open. She’s fleeing back down the hallway back to the stairs. I gain on her easily as my longer strides eat up the distance and when she checks behind her that I’m following, I must be closer than she expects because she squeaks with alarm.
I’m right behind you, my love. I’m coming for you.
Running naked after her is a primal thrill. I’m hunting my bonnie deadly prey. My shirt flies around her like a floaty white nightgown and I’ll fuck her on the floor of the corridor when I pull her to the ground and hold her down. But right now, I let her lead. Cleo leads me upstairs to the bedroom level and my heart expands as I breathe hard.
The power of the prey. She controls where we go until I catch her, and I know she’s taking us to my bedroom to be surrounded by my scent and masculine possessions as I fuck her.
My feet slap hard on the floor and my knees twinge as I put on a burst of speed so I’m right behind her as she lunges through my bedroom door.
I grab her with both arms, clasping her around the waist and lifting her off her feet, while still running towards the bed. She shrieks and kicks, and the movement rubs her peachy arse onto my rock-solid cock. I cannot wait to take her from behind, bending her over a table or bracing her between my chest and a wall.
Blood rushes in my ears as I hold her to me and tumble us onto my bed.
I caught her. She’smine.
When she tries to escape I flip her onto her back use my weight and bigger, more muscled body to keep her down. She struggles, hard enough to challenge me. And she’s wicked canny, my lass. She lands a couple of blows to my biceps before I get her under my control again. She licks her parted lips as I shift to trap her thighs with mine.
All I can see is her.
“I’m going to fill you up and breed you.” My voice is gravelly from running. “You’ll be overflowing with my seed, and then swollen with my baby.” Releasing her partially, I tear my shirt she’s wearing open, buttons pinging. She pretends to wriggle and attempt to get away, but lifts her arms and pushes on my chest, while holding herself up, allowing me to release her arms from the shirt. Her hair cascades down and fuck, her tits are more perfect now than earlier. I’m wild for this lass. “No going back. You belong to me.”
“Please, Ian. I’m begging you,” she whispers as I resettle my bulk onto her slight young frame. “Take me. I want your cock inside me. Be my first, my only. I’m aching and empty without you.”
My cock throbs, hard as stone. “I’m your man now. No changing your mind. I’ll never let you go.”
I have half a second to delight in the contented anticipation on her upturned face—snub nose, big blue eyes, pink mouth—before our lips touch and I’m lost. I clasp the back of her head and hold her down as I slip my tongue against hers. We both moan at the intrusion. She’s soft and returning my kiss, tangling us up. I’ve never had a kiss like the ones with her, so smooth it feels like coming home after a long absence, but also desperate, combative and hard. She clutches at my shoulder, trying to drag me closer.
There’s no hesitation from either of us as I settle between her legs.
This is right.
My cock finds her entrance. She’s soaking wet, and soft. She’s so turned on from our chase foreplay that she’s covering my cock with her cream. I’m one push away from sinking into all that slick heat.
I can’t wait. I should reassure her with tender words that this won’t hurt or that I’m sorry if it does and I’ll make up for it all the thousands of times we’ll do this again. But my mind is a storm of Cleo. If she wanted me to be soft and gentle with her, she should have chosen that earlier, and not run. I’d have wooed her with patient touches and a slow slide of my hardness into her soaked folds, waiting for her to be ready and easing her into pleasure. I would have been a gentleman and looked after her.
Instead, she’s awakened a covetous animal.
All this beauty, for me. I have to have her, right now. I look into her fathomless ocean eyes.
And thrust. Hard.
She gasps. I moan with the tightness of her ruined virginity and withdraw a couple of inches before pushing back in, deeper. Another cry and she writhes. Her slick passage drives me beyond reason. I flex my hips, beginning to take my pleasure in her heated body. There’s resistance as well as the slide of her wetness.
I want to consume her. I suck one pretty pink nipple into my mouth and she whines as I lick and nip and tease until first one nipple then the other is pert. Cleo shudders under me as I thrust again. I can’t stop touching her. I won’t ever get enough of sweeping my hands over her impossibly soft skin, discovering every curve and line of muscle on her body. I cram my hand between our bodies and slide through her wetness until my fingers meet her clit and she jerks.
