Page 71 of Captured Innocence

“You’re crazy.” I closed my eyes and he issued another growl.

But he forced me to, using a single finger, gently easing my face forward. “You did wait for me.”

“Why would I do that? You didn’t,” I said in a blatant jab. I’d reverted to being that girl again, the one who’d been hurt and left behind. I hated myself for it.

After taking a deep breath, he shook his head. “No one else has mattered in my life, Sophia. I don’t know what you were told or what you think you saw, but my bed has remained empty.”

“I wish I could believe you.”

There was a strange look of sadness in his eyes, as if my distrust of him was worse than any act of violence or betrayal.

“Perhaps one day you can, la mia bellissima bambina”

“I’m not your beautiful baby, Mattia. I can’t be.”

“That’s where you’re wrong.”

Why did I have the distinct feeling that he was holding something back from me? I didn’t have a chance to worry about it, his actions becoming needier, the growl erupting from his throat leaving me aching all over.

He slipped a single finger inside my tight channel, flicking it back and forth as if coaxing me into trusting him. Then he rolled his tongue all the way up the length of my pussy, finally sucking on my clit. Within seconds, the pleasure became so intense my eyes rolled in the back of my head.

I threw my arm down, digging my fingers into his muscular shoulder, clinging to him as if he was a lifeline. Maybe that’s exactly what I should consider him, his brutal actions just the beginning of exacting revenge. Somehow knowing what he was capable of made his rough actions that much sweeter.

Panting, I dragged my tongue across my lips, clenching and releasing my fist in time to the way my pussy muscles were responding. He drove two more fingers inside, flexing his fingers open as he licked up and down in no particular hurry. He was taking his time tasting me, bringing me so close to an orgasm then pulling back that my mind was driven into a place of madness.

As he continued, now using a combination of his tongue and fingers in a perfect orchestration, I rode the wave with a smile on my face and wicked thoughts in my mind. I could envision his cock, long and thick, veins pulsing on both sides like the cords in his muscular neck did every time he clenched his jaw.

I wanted nothing more than to feel the thickness as he thrust it deep inside, fucking me like a crazed animal. I bit back a laugh as I was pushed into a fiery moment of raw electricity soaring through me.

“That’s it, princess. I need you to come for me. Come on my tongue.”

A part of me wanted to hold back, to keep this going for as long as possible, but my body couldn’t tolerate the building pressure.

When he pulled my swollen clit between his teeth, I lost it, the choice stripped away.

A wave crested over me that was so intense, so powerful and unstoppable that I was driven straight into a moment of pure ecstasy. My voice was gone, my mind blown by how sensitive I’d become, the eruption unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. I jerked up as I’d done before, the arch in my back so high that my head was hitting the table.

He covered my pussy with his mouth, burying his head into my slickness. And he refused to stop until I had another orgasm, this one equally as destructive and incredible.

“Oh. Oh. Oh…”

I heard the slight strangled scream erupting from my throat and all I could do was smile, trying my best to bite it back.

Seconds later, I fell back onto the table, the solid thud a reminder that what we were sharing wasn’t decent or helpful. What we’d just done was a sin in every language as far as I was concerned.

And I hated him even more for making my body respond like he was a puppet master. But I also craved him just as much as I had before. The dichotomy was making my head spin.

He rose to his feet and I stared at him through hazy eyes.

“That was amazing, sweet princess. I assure you there’s more of that where it came from.” He grinned as if he owned the world, taking another swipe of my aching pussy with his hot, wet tongue. “But only if you’re a very good girl.”

With that, he reminded me that he was nothing but a brutal, repulsive man.

And one I longed to have in my life.

As he held his belt in his hand, I shuddered even more, trying to control the images and thoughts racing through my mind. I’d waited so long to indulge in seeing his muscular frame that as he yanked his shirt over his head, I rose onto my elbows, watching him intently. I was mesmerized by the additional ripples in his abdomen, certain his chest was broader than before. When I licked my lips in appreciation, he grinned, his eyes sparkling in the gorgeous sunlight shimmering through the window.

After he unzipped his cargo pants, I eased off the table and he snapped his hand around my wrist. “You’re not going anywhere.”

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