Page 23 of Captured Fantasy

The corner of his mouth twitched. “Those are the sins of a pretty woman with ordinary needs. My sins are biblical.”

I wondered what he’d done, but I also doubted that he would ever tell me.

“You can always start attending mass again,” I said.

He shook his head. “I’d rather be damned than be a hypocrite.”

We finished our drinks and I got down on my knees and sucked him off. He kept quiet as I finished him and when I looked up there was a deadness in his eyes. My fingers shook a little as I attempted to close his pants and he took the zipper from me and did it himself.

The interaction felt as sexual as washing my hands and it left me bewildered.

He ran a hand over his hair, slicking it back. “Mind if I stay the night?”

I stared at him. “Yes—I mean no, that’s fine. I’ll get the guestroom ready.”

His lids flickered. “I’d rather sleep in your bed.”

It was that moment that I realized he was struggling with something I didn’t understand. He hadn’t come here for a blowjob, but he wasn’t supposed to admit he needed anything else. He was a powerful, hardened man living in a world where he couldn’t admit that he had needs that went beyond sexual release.

“Sure, that’s fine.”

He followed me upstairs and I went to the bathroom and changed into my silk slip. I took a while washing my face and combing out my hair, tying it atop my head so I would have fresh waves in the morning.

I left the bathroom and found him stripped to his boxers, laying against the pillows. He lifted his eyes from his phone.

“I think you’re the only single woman in the outfit who has a house like this,” he commented. “Or has a house at all.”

“Gino made sure I was taken care of,” I said.

He shifted, rolling onto his side and laying his phone down. “You must have given him pretty good head.”

I stared at him.

“It’s a joke,” he said.

Shaking my head, I slipped into bed beside him feeling awkward. Gino had never stayed in my room after sex and it felt strange to have a man in my bed. Especially such a large one with such an overpowering presence. I turned out the light and rolled over to face away from him. Overhead the ceiling fan whirred and a tree frog trilled outside the window.

His arm slid around my body, his palm pressing to my stomach.

“You ever had anal?” he said sleepily.

I lay there too shocked to speak and my face flooded with heat. My God, these made men could be coarse when they didn’t have anything to lose. I doubted Lucien would speak to his woman that way when he finally got around to marrying her.

“Yes,” I said stiffly.

His hand moved down my back. My spine stiffened involuntarily as he traced the ridges beneath my skin.

“I love it,” he admitted, his mouth pressed against the back of my neck.

“How’s that going to work with your wife?” I asked.

“Hmm, she’s not my wife.”

“Fine, once she’s your wife then. Are you going to ask her to do anal?”

There was a short silence. “Either she’ll take it or she won’t. Do you like it?”

If it had been Federico who’d asked me, I would have lied and said I liked it. I would have gritted my teeth and hoped it was blessedly short the way it had been with Gino, but I wouldn’t have dared to refuse him. But I knew Lucien wasn’t looking to fuck me—he was just thinking aloud.

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