Page 83 of Captured Innocence

“We have a lot of years to make up for.” His whispered words added another series of vibrations skimming across my skin. He continued the spanking, twisting and twirling the brush several times.

When he jerked my hips further away from the counter, I arched my back, taking gasping breaths as he brought the thick piece of wood down more brutally. With his chest heaving, I could tell he was barely controlling his needs.

After a few additional cracks, he threw back his head with a series of growls. Then he tossed the brush aside and wrapped his hands around mine, forcing our fingers to entwine.

“Time for a shower, bellissima principessa,” he whispered, muttering sinful words in Italian as he used his chin to push aside hair from my neck.

I closed my eyes, basking in the dozens of sensations as the current between us became another cocoon. I wanted to wrap the experience up with a bow, keeping it close to my heart for the rest of my life.

“Non c’è niente come fare l’amore con te, principessa. Sei tutto ciò che il mio cuore ha sempre desiderato. E ti fotterò per ore.”

There is nothing like making love with you, princess. You are everything my heart has ever desired. And I will fuck you for hours.

The purr erupting from my lips after he issued the alluring, frank words floated between us. He wasn’t in the mood for wasting time, yanking off his shoes and peeling away his pants. When he was completely undressed, breathing became even more difficult. I turned around, raking my nails down his chest, using the tip of my finger to outline one of his tattoos. “Why is it that powerful, dangerous men crave at least one tattoo?”

“It’s an expression of our domination,” he said as he lowered his head, watching me intently. “The darker the work of art, the more they believe themselves to be gods of war.”

“An interesting analogy. Then the man who captured me believes himself to be invincible.”

He laughed, narrowing his eyes. “How so?”

“He had a bloody skull, the face of it even more ominous.” I glanced up into his eyes, giving him a salacious grin. “But it’s obvious you are by far the most powerful god of war around.”

“Because of the number of tattoos I have?” He grabbed my hand, bringing my fingers to his mouth, pressing wet kisses from one knuckle to another.

“Yes. I adore them.”

“Well, then. Perhaps I’ll need to have my name imprinted in your lovely skin since no man will ever be allowed to touch you again. You do understand those are the rules, don’t you, sweet kitten?” As he pulled me with him, heading to the large enclosure, I pursed my lips in a playful pout.

“We’ll see.”

“And you’ll learn,” he roared before pushing me inside then closing the all glass door behind him.

I backed against the furthest wall, admiring his physique as if seeing it for the first time. He was tall and rugged, every muscle chiseled, perfection in my eyes.

The memories of what we’d shared on the rooftop so long ago rushed to the surface. We were both so different, which made this that much sweeter.

He turned on the water, the three rain showerheads immediately pulsing. I couldn’t help but laugh from the frigid temperature.

“You did that on purpose,” I said, issuing a growl of my own.

“You needed to be cooled down.”

“Be careful. Two can play at that game.” I moved toward him, pressing my body against his, forcing us both under the icy water. Within seconds, I could swear there was steam from the explosive nature of our desire.

He rubbed his hands down my back, caressing my skin as he lowered his head. “You’re not a game player, baby girl. That much I know about you.”

“Then what am I?”

“A woman in need of an owner.”

I punched him, the action meant as a tease. He shook his head as if I’d smacked his face all over again. Then he pushed me against the wall, gripping my hips and lifting me off the floor. “You are so… bad, Mattia.”

“Baby. This is just the beginning.” He didn’t need to guide his cockhead to my pussy, his shaft pressing past my swollen folds with ease.

I arched my back, gripping his shoulders then throwing one leg around his hip. His grin caused a series of vibrations and as soon as he thrust the entire length of his cock inside, I closed my eyes, my breath strangled. As I clung to him, my pussy muscles expanded, my mind blown by how much electricity continued to course through us.

“Oh, my,” I breathed and he captured my moan with his mouth, rolling onto the balls of his feet and pressing me against the wall.

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