Page 8 of Forced Wolf Bride

"Well, damn," he says, blowing out a breath. "I think those witches might be onto something."

He seems to be mulling something over. His handsome face is a mixture of confusion and lust as he looks at me. Despite all my feelings of shame, I want nothing more than to climb onto him, to know how he tastes... my eyes flicker up to meet his, and I see my passion reflected in them. Looking down at the hard plains of his muscular body, I notice his cock is already hard again. Only now can I see his full size. My inner walls clench in anticipation, but sheer panic overrides my desire.

What the hell am I doing?

I push myself up, grabbing the remnants of my dress and the sheet as I go, shifting so my back is against the headboard. I hold my knees to my chest. Diego looks at me and rolls his eyes.

"No point hiding what I've already seen and had my hands all over." He smirks before adding, "I don't think you've had a man in a long time, Quinn. I think you're the tightest I've ever had."

He's fisting his cock now, and my eyes are fixed on the hard length, my thoughts so clouded with desire that I have to look away.

"Stop, Diego. None of this is right." Despite my efforts, tears start to fall down my face.

I hear him sigh and then see his large hand reach for me. I flinch, but he still rests it on my knee.

"I get you're angry. I'm not going to tell you not to be, but I'm sure as hell not letting you leave." I can feel his eyes on me as he adds, "I wouldn't have kept you last night if my wolf hadn't sensed something, and what happened this morning seems all the proof I need. If you and that bond can make me stronger, then you're staying. You might as well let yourself enjoy it."

I look up just in time to see him wink at me. I want to slap the suggestive look off his ruggedly handsome face, but I know better than to ever raise my hand to an alpha like Diego. As if he can tell what I'm thinking, I see the wolf flash in his eyes, forcing me to look away.

"Y-you have to let me go," I say, unable to stop fresh tears from falling. "I won't tell anyone about any of this."

I feel a whoosh of cool air on my breasts as he snatches the sheets away from me and pulls me under him. I gasp at the intrusion and mentally chastise myself as my body immediately responds to his casual domination, my legs falling open as he settles between them.

"If you think for a second I'm giving this up," he says roughly, palming my core that's still wet from his cum, "you're making me stronger already. And you loved it. Your wolf responds like my own. Whether you want to admit it or not, you came screaming on my cock. You wanted it."

Angry and embarrassed, I push with all my strength, but he laughs at my attempts. Once I've worn myself out, he casually rolls off me and gets out of bed.

"Stay in bed naked or wear one of my shirts. Whatever," Diego says while dressing. "I'm going out. I'll set the house to secure, so don't even bother trying to escape. I've got things to do today. I'll have someone sort out some stuff for you, because youarestaying. You really don't want to piss me off, Quinn."

With some distance between us, I'm able to summon some courage. Enraged, I pick up a book on the nightstand and throw it at him. "Piss you off? You kidnapped me!"

I'm looking for something else to throw until his anger stops me in my tracks. "Enough! You think I care about kidnapping? Besides, it was you who started things this morning. You wanted me to fuck you, and you loved it."

I know he's right, but his words are still like a slap to the face. I honestly don't know how to respond because it's true. What on earth does that mean for me?

Diego storms out of the room, slamming the door. I sit in silence for a moment until I hear some beeps throughout the house—presumably the security system he mentioned—and then the slam of the main door. Only when I'm completely alone do I break down and cry.

What have I done?

I lie in bed for over an hour, letting my tears dry as I try to think through everything. Diego doesn’t come back. Part of me is relieved because I still feel so drawn to him, though I'm also terrified of him.

If he’d come back, I know he'd have taken me again. And worse, I'd have let him. I want to run—I need to run. But I'm scared. I don't even know where I am, really, except somewhere in the heart of Diego's territory.

I quickly shower in the large en suite and pull on one of Diego's huge flannel shirts, deciding to take control of the situation. I need to find a phone or a computer, anything that might help me contact Gina. I can't just sit here, waiting for him to return.

I start with the top floor, looking in all the bedrooms. Each one is simple but luxurious. I don't find anything helpful, though. Heading downstairs, I hope to find a study with a computer or something, but the cabin is huge. Some rooms are also locked, making me suspect they're the only ones that could help me. Diego wouldn't leave me here alone if he thought I could access anything useful.

After going in circles, I finally find myself in the kitchen. Passing the table by the door, I catch sight of some framed photos. One of Diego with his arm around a young boy makes me pause. He must be Diego’s son. The image of the happy father and son seems at odds with everything I’d heard about the family. Losing his son must have been devastating.

I inwardly groan. Now I’m sympathizing with the enemy. Not to mention sleeping with the enemy. My kidnapper.

I try the large patio doors, but they're locked. I briefly consider trying to smash the glass, but after a simple inspection, I've no doubt they're made of reinforced material.

My stomach groans with hunger and relief as I find the kitchen fully stocked. Helping myself to a pot of coffee and a fresh pastry, I sit on one of the high stools overlooking the balcony and the forest beyond. The view is spectacular but does nothing to calm my racing mind.

My wolf, however, feels surprisingly calm. Edgy but calm. Diego's scent is everywhere, permeating my senses in a way I can't describe.

What have I done?

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