Page 55 of Keeping My Captive

His men around him sit in shocked silence, and then they burst out in laughter. Mateo smirks and says something in Spanish to them, causing them to laugh even harder.

Fuming, I stalk out of the room, not giving a care in the world. But when I hear the door swinging open behind me, I realize I messed up.

“Aria!” he calls.

My steps falter, but then I decide to act like I don’t hear him. Maybe he’ll just go back to his cohorts and leave me the hell alone.

In a few strides, he’s on me, grabbing my shirt in his fist, spinning me around and pinning me against the wall. My breakfast falls to the floor, and I stare at it longingly. And then I raise my head and glare at him. “Hey, I was going to eat that!” I say furiously.

“Are you hungry,corazón? I doubt if you even know what true hunger is,” he says, seething.

I can tell in his expression and in his dark chocolate eyes that he does. Tearing my gaze from his, I stare at the wall beyond us, ignoring him. Look what my pity for him got me last time. I’m not falling for that again.

He grips my hips in his large hands and then he leans down, his mouth at my ear when he whispers, “Are you always such a brat when you’re hungry?”

My hands curl into fists at my sides, and I defiantly raise my gaze to his. “No. I’m always like this after someone beats me with their belt!” I snap.

My words have their desired effect because he visibly flinches. “Aria,” he starts. “Last night was…wrong,” he confesses, shocking me. His fingers slowly drift down my hips and around to my backside. He gently touches me there, and I wince. His dark eyes study my reaction, and he frowns. “I’m sorry, Aria. I won’t ever do that again out of anger. Do you understand?”

I carefully dissect his words. “You won’t do it again out of anger, or you won’t ever do it again?” I question him.

“I must confess,” he starts, his mouth so close that I can feel the heat of his breath against my skin. “You were so very wet after I took my belt to you. I swear I can still feel your tight cunt pulsing around my cock.”

I shudder and let out a small gasp when he places a kiss to my neck, and I curse my traitorous body. Why do I always seem to melt when he talks dirty to me?I have to stop reacting this way to him, I mentally chide myself.

He pulls back slightly, his eyes meeting mine. “Go soak in a hot bath. I will bring breakfast to you. And then I’m going to feast on your pussy for hours until you finally forgive me,” he says, stepping away and leaving me breathless.

His threat has me clenching my thighs together, and I hate when I see the knowing glint in his gaze. He already knows my body so well. I’m like an instrument that he has fine-tuned. And he’s the maestro, constantly playing me and knowing exactly which strings to pluck to get the sweetest sounds.

On unsteady legs, I walk away from him, inwardly cursing at myself for being so completely and utterly turned on and perhaps the stupidest girl on the planet right now.

CHAPTER41

Aria

“AGAIN,” MATEO DEMANDS.

“Please! No!” I cry out, shaking my head vehemently. I feel like I’ve been wrung dry of every sensation and any sane thought I’ve ever had in my entire life.

I took a bath earlier, just like Mateo asked me to. And he did bring me breakfast, which I ate with a smile on my face. But after the bath, when I walked into the bedroom, he was waiting for me.

He didn’t even give me a chance to protest. He simply threw me on the bed and dove between my thighs, the exact same spot he’s been for what feels like hours now.

“I…can’t,” I say, struggling to catch my breath.

“You can. And you will. Come for me again, Aria,” he demands before sucking my swollen and extremely sensitive clit into his mouth.

“Oh god!” I scream as I feel the buildup fast approaching deep inside my belly.

“Yes, I am. I’m your fucking god,” he says right before I shatter around his mouth for what feels like the hundredth time since I got out of the bathtub.

I shudder violently, my entire body quaking with the mind-numbing release. I can’t even form a single coherent thought or sentence — hell, not even a single word at this moment.

Mateo keeps softly licking me until I come down from the high. “Do you forgive me, Aria?” he asks before placing a kiss to my mound.

Even though I’ve denied his forgiveness since he first began, now I’m ready to concede. It’s either that or perhaps die from too much pleasure. I swear it feels like my heart is going to give out any second. It’s beating a terrible rhythm inside of my chest. “Yes, yes, yes! I forgive you!” I practically scream.

His tongue teases my slit, and my back bows off the bed. I’m so sensitive down there now. “Are you sure?”

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