Page 62 of Keeping My Captive

There’s silence on the other end of the phone, and I wonder for a moment if Mateo grew tired of my complaining and simply hung up. But then he says, “I took care of the problem.”

I glance up at Ignacio, who is looking down at his cell phone with a heavy frown on his face. He quickly backs away from Flora, straightens his back and glares in my direction. And if looks could kill…

“Yeah, I see that,” I tell Mateo, tearing my gaze away from Ignacio, who looks like he wants to strangle me for messing up his playdate with his fuckbuddy. “So, this should be fun,” I groan, rolling my eyes.

“Try to enjoy yourself. I know how much you love shopping.”

I grin. I do love shopping. And I love the fact that he doesn’t care or set limits on my obsession. Several nights ago, I sat on his lap in his office while I shopped for hours online, ordering whatever I wanted. His cock was hard the entire time, and I loved teasing him. And when he finally had enough of the teasing, he took what he needed, fucking me on top of his desk for hours.

I bite my lip, shaking my head to clear my naughty thoughts.

“I have to go, Aria,” he informs me.

“Okay. I…” My voice trails off, but then I decide to suck it up and just tell him how I feel. He’s been gone for three days, and I have an ache in my chest that I don’t think will go away until he returns. “I miss you,” I whisper.

He’s silent for a beat before he eventually says with a contented sigh, “I miss you too, Aria.”

“How much longer?” I ask, and even I’m surprised by how needy my voice sounds.

“Two more days at the most. I promise I’m hurrying.” And then he adds, “Have fun spending my money.”

“Oh, I will,” I say with a grin.

“That’s my girl.”

He hangs up, and I immediately miss the sound of his sexy, deep voice. I stare down at the phone, sighing and wondering just what the hell is wrong with me. Mateo and I have come a long way since he first bought me on that island.

I don’t know what the future may hold for both of us, but I hope that we can find a way to be together. I just pray that when the time comes to make a choice, that it won’t end up in me having to decide between him and my family. Because I’m not sure who I would choose. And that scares me more than anything.

CHAPTER47

Mateo

IGRIT MY teeth as the doctor sews up the gaping wound in my shoulder. I’ve taken a lot of bullets in my lifetime and survived them all. I don’t plan on letting this one be any different.

What started out as an argument over land for my new warehouses soon turned into a fucking bloodbath with one of the local cartel leaders in Guatemala. Needless to say, he shot me first…and missed, catching me in the shoulder instead of my head. I returned fire and didn’t miss. And as he lay there on the floor with a bullet between his eyes, I almost felt sorry for him. His reign was over. Everything he had been fighting so hard for only moments before was gone in an instant.

If he had just given me what I wanted, none of the violence would have ensued. Now his men are my men, and his precious land is mine as well. Such is the life in the cartel. You die, and the world keeps moving on. The war and violence continue until no one even remembers your name. We’re all ghosts here.

“Done,” the doc tells me.

I move my shoulder, grimacing. It’s going to hurt like a son of a bitch the next few days, but I’ll live. And through the pain, I grin, knowing just how concerned Aria will be.

It’s been too damn long since I’ve been inside of my little captive. Blood rushes to my cock as I leave the medical room and go straight to my bedroom, knowing that she’ll be there, waiting for me. My fascination with her has twisted and morphed over the past few months into a full-blown obsession. She is my life now. I live and breathe only for her. And if I were to lose her in some way, I would find a way to leave this earth, because I wouldn’t be able to bear an existence without her.

When I walk into the room, there she is — my reason for living — lying on her stomach, reading a book with her hair pulled on top of her head in a messy knot. My shirt that she’s wearing is riding up her thighs, exposing the bottom of her ass cheeks. And I have an almost overwhelming urge to sink my teeth into them.

But when she looks up at me, her eyes widen with shock. “What happened?” she asks, her voice trilling with anxiety.

I can only imagine seeing myself through her eyes right now — shirtless, covered in blood with a freshly sewn wound on my shoulder. I must be quite the fucking sight.

“I was shot,” I explain as my cock presses painfully against the zipper of my pants.Dios mío, Aria has no idea what is about to happen to her. I feel like a beast ready to be unleashed; ready to ravage her until she begs for mercy. When I take a step towards her, Aria gets on her knees and holds her hands up in surrender.

“Mateo,” she whispers, my name dying on her bee-stung lips.

I stalk over to her and stand at the foot of the bed. “You have been running through my mind for days,mi pequeña cautiva.”My little captive.And that’s exactly what she is. What she’ll always be, because I will die before I ever set her free.

“You’re hurt,” she softly protests.

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