Page 17 of Captured Fantasy

“Reconsider what?”

“Taking my debit card. And my car keys,” I said. “I promise, I wouldn’t tell anyone that I had them.”

“Well,” he said slowly. “The problem is, you driving yourself around town isn’t an easy thing to conceal.”

“Could I at least have my debit card back?”

Federico’s brows rose and he rested his chin in his fingers. “You’re very pretty, Mrs. Russo. Is there a possibility that you came here, looking like that, because you felt you could manipulate me?’

Goddamn it, they weren’t as stupid as I’d assumed. I flushed, feeling suddenly warm even though the air conditioner was running full blast. Composing myself, I looked up at him, keeping my lashes low.

“Why? Are you easy to manipulate?” I said softly.

“Not usually. Mind if I smoke?”

“No, may I have a cigarette too?”

He shook his head as he lit up. “I don’t believe in women smoking honestly. It’s a disgusting habit, you don’t need to pick it up.”

I gaped at him and he got to his feet, circling the desk and closed my mouth with his finger. His touch traced slowly down my throat and he lifted me to my feet, taking my hand. My heart began pounding again, but I forced myself to keep calm as he bent me over the desk. The cool wood pressed against my breasts, the side of my face, and my open palms.

“Stay there,” he ordered.

I nodded, aroused by how vulnerable it felt to be in this position. Behind me, the lock clicked. I kept still and quiet, on my toes with my body laid out over the desk. He brushed up against my skirt and I smelled cigarette smoke waft over my shoulder. His touch traced down my spine and a shiver moved through my body.

“When was the last time you got fucked, Mrs. Russo?” he said, his silky, deep voice making my stomach flutter.

“Almost three years,” I said. “Gino was sick for a while.”

Silence as his touch brushed my thigh.

“Perhaps I should wait until the proper mourning period is over,” he said. “But the thing is, Mrs. Russo, I don’t think you’re in mourning at all.”

I didn’t know what to say to that so I kept still. After all, obediently keeping my mouth shut and spreading my legs was something I understood.

“Are you on birth control?”

I nodded. “I take the pill.”

“Good,” he said. “Because I’m going to fuck you before Amadeo comes to bring you home. Are you going to be sweet and take it?”

“I thought you weren’t suppose to fuck me,” I whispered.

He bent his body over mine. “I’ll handle my affairs.”

“I understand, I’m sorry.” It was better to agree with men like him. It stroked their ego to have a woman take their word as gospel.

He set his cigarette down in the ashtray before me and I focused on the spiral of smoke. He tugged up my skirt and a blast of icy air hit the wet lace of my panties. I hadn’t been wet after my encounter with Lucien, it had been too awkward and unsettling, but I was wet now.

Federico sucked in a breath as he ran his finger over my panties. “Wet for me already, sweetheart?”

I nodded.

“Fuck,” he swore, tugging my panties down.

I’d gotten waxed not long ago so I was as smooth as silk. Federico ran his fingers, rough and hard at the tips, over my pussy and cupped it. Blood pounded in my veins, throbbing inside me, begging for a release I knew I wasn’t going to get.

The blunt head of his cock pressed against my entrance and I gasped aloud as he pushed it in. I was tighter than I remembered and a ripple of pain moved through my hips as he seated himself. He felt bigger than Gino had, although I doubted he was quite as big as Lucien, and his cock had a slight upward tilt.

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