Page 59 of The Capo

“After this, you belong to me. Do you hear what I’m telling you?”

Francois’ eyes remained unblinking, the powerful and piercing manner breath-stealing. “Yes, sir. I don’t want to walk away.”

He threw his head back for a few seconds and when he lowered it again, the color of his irises had changed. “Then so be it.”

He was a man obsessed, which is what I’d always known him to be. He parted my lips with ease, taking what he wanted, thrusting the tip of his tongue towards the back of my throat. I was so tightly pressed against him that I could feel his ragged heartbeat, could sense the rush of adrenaline that was fueling the bolts of electricity. Nothing had adequately prepared me forthe feeling of letting go, of being with him in a carnal way free of lies and pretense. Just the two of us and no one else.

It was life altering, leaving me aching all over, shivering in his hold. He was more dominating than before, rolling his hand down my back, kneading my bottom before taking a handful. As he lifted me onto my toes, I swept my arms around his neck, tangling my fingers in his hair. It was strange that I was marveling in the softness of his thick curls, the way his hair tickled my fingers.

My heart continued fluttering as quickly as the butterfly wings were in my stomach, the kiss much more powerful than any I’d shared with him. Maybe that’s because we both felt free of the chains used as anchors, keeping us from dealing with the intensity of our feelings.

Wants. Needs.

Every raw emotion was welding together, tightly woven like the way our bodies molded together. Where one began and the other ended I was at a loss to explain. And in truth I didn’t care. The taste of him was amazing, the moment explosive, lights flickering all around us.

“I want you,” I managed, praying he wouldn’t change his mind.

“Oh, God, woman. I crave you more than I have anyone.”

When he picked me completely off the floor, I could tell I was swooning, no longer able to feel my arms or legs. He crushed his mouth over mine for a second time, his actions even more deliberate than before. He continued sweeping his tongue back and forth, every other breathing sound he made a husky growl. Francois was more beast than man and I loved every bit of his brutal actions.

When our lips parted, I darted my tongue out, sliding it all the way around his mouth as I reached for his shirt. He allowed me to yank it from its tight confines before issuing the kind of deep, guttural sound that sent vibrations dancing into every muscle, every blood cell. This wasn’t just about being electrified, on fire from his searing touch. This moment and the explosive nature of our passion was about a continuation of our toxic need, one that would never allow us to be free.

But I didn’t want to be free of the man. I needed to drink in his essence, to bask in the insanity of our togetherness. And to forget anything but the two of us together.

He pushed me away, cocking his head and allowing his fiery gaze to fall to my feet. Then he gripped the front of my shirt with both hands, ripping it with ease, tearing it from my body. I was certain he would have a heart attack from the way his chest was rising and falling, his entire face contorted.

“You’re mine. Do you know that?”

“Yes.”

“Is that what you want?” he muttered in his gravelly voice as he cupped both my breasts, immediately flicking his thumbs back and forth across my aching nipples.

“God, yes.” I struggled to reach for him again, finally doing the same thing to him, ripping the buttons from his bloody shirt. There was something even filthier about the knowledge that he’d killed for me. The rush of adrenaline was powered by the knowledge, the need for him intensifying tenfold. What did that make me? A monster alongside him?

Or was I the light to his darkness?

He ripped at my shorts, maneuvering them over my hips, snapping the elastic of my thong and within seconds, I was completely naked. Now a wild feeling of embarrassment washed over me. His men could walk in at any time, yet he didn’t seem concerned in the least.

“You’ll get everything you need and want. If you’re a good girl.” He pinched my nipples, twisting and plucking them until stars formed in front of my eyes.

“Oh.” The pain was extraordinary, my mind washing blank, the need to touch him the only possible thing I could handle thinking of. I palmed his chest, kneading his skin, fearful I would fall to the floor.

He slowly lowered his head, his eyes never leaving me. He laved my right nipple, taking his time to soothe the burn and ache. There was something so extraordinary about his actions, his need to explore every inch of me written all over his face. I was certain the brute would ravage me and that excited me even more.

As he took the hardened bud between his teeth, biting down until I cried out, he allowed his hand to slide down my stomach between my legs. His fingers easily found my slickened pussy, teasing me relentlessly as I issued several whimpers.

I was finally forced to grip his arms for fear of collapsing. I threw my head back, laughing, then whimpered as the sensations increased.

He brushed his lips to my other breast, rolling the tip of his tongue around my areola before sucking. They were so sensitive already that I couldn’t stop quivering. As he slipped his fingers inside, slowly and tenderly pumping, the rhythm perfect, I fellinto a state of peaceful bliss. All sound was shoved aside, all complexity of who and what we were in the wind.

I was vaguely aware he’d started pressing kisses between my breasts then down the length of my stomach. Unable to breathe, I was still tingling all over. I lolled my head to the side, trying to keep my eyes open, desperately longing to watch everything he was doing. It was impossible.

“My beautiful doll is a bad girl. Aren’t you?” He pinched both nipples again until I cried out, allowing me a taste of his sadistic side.

“Oh, God. Oh…”

“Answer me.”

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