Claiming My Sweet Captive - Page 8

She gasped and shivered. Her eyes darkened with lust, but her brow furrowed with distress.

“What are you so afraid of, cosita? The pain or the pleasure?”

“What?” she asked faintly. She stopped grinding against me, but I kept my palm pressed firmly against her pussy in a demonstration of ownership.

“Do you really not understand?” I asked. Surely, she knew the pleasure of a man’s touch, even if she didn’t know why her body was reacting this way to punishment.

She pressed her lips together, and her cheeks turned scarlet.

A low, hungry growl rumbled from my chest. If she truly didn’t understand, she was more innocent than I would have suspected for such a lovely woman. That innocence got me hard. I wanted to brand her with my touch, to claim her for myself and no one else.

“How innocent are you, Samantha?”

“I… I don’t like when you touch me there,” she whispered.

My desire spiked. “There? You mean, your wet little pussy?” I rotated my palm against her clit, and she cried out. Her wetness coated my hand, making satisfaction course through me.

“Stop,” she moaned. “I don’t like this.”

“Liar,” I accused again, slapping her labia in rebuke. She tried to close her thighs, but she couldn’t resist my superior strength.

“I don’t want you to touch me,” she pleaded.

Her eyes tightened with fear, and her pulse jumped at her throat. She gasped in a sharp breath, her panic claiming her again.

I removed my touch from her immediately, my hand coming up to cup her cheek instead. “Look at me,” I commanded.

She blinked and focused on me again.

“You will learn to accept my touch.” To prove my point, I rubbed my thumb along her pouty lower lip. She shivered, and her nipples pebbled against my chest. “You will learn to crave it.”

“Please, let me go. You have to let me go.” Some of her defiant strength returned. “You can’t…hurt me. My friends will find me. Do you really think the FBI won’t do whatever it takes to get one of their own back?”

“My brother isn’t so sure of that,” I said, studying her intently. “It’s my job to ensure your honesty. He wants the truth from you, and I will have the truth.”

“I’m telling you the truth,” she said desperately, her eyes clear and beseeching.

“Yes,” I said after a moment. “I think you are.” Despite her awkward attempts to fight me, she seemed sincere. She’d said she used to be a tech analyst before recently transferring to field agent. She must be very green to be such an inexperienced fighter in a high-pressure situation.

“Then you’ll let me go?” she asked, hopeful.

“No.” I scowled at the very idea of releasing her. “That’s my brother’s decision to make. Until he does, I’m keeping you.”

She glowered up at me, righteous rage surfacing. She was a fierce little thing, no matter how innocent she was. “Dex is going to find me,” she warned. “And if you hurt me before he gets here, he will tear you apart with his bare hands.”

Something ugly stirred in my gut at the sound of another man’s name on her lips.

“No one will find you,” I swore. “You belong to me now.”

“You’re insane,” she flung back at me. “I don’t belong to you.”

I rubbed my fingers over her lips, forcing her to taste the wet desire that lingered on them. “Your pussy says otherwise,” I reminded her. “You nearly came all over my hand, just from a spanking. Your body knows its Master. Your mind will follow.”

She snapped at my fingers, but I pulled away before she could bite. She really was adorable, but I couldn’t allow such behavior. I settled my hand around her throat, applying just enough pressure so she was aware of my control. Her eyes went wide, and she stilled, softening on instinct as she realized she was powerless against me.

“Good girl,” I approved. “Don’t try to bite me again, or I’ll find a better use for your pretty mouth.”

Her lips parted in shock, and she trembled as her fear rose again.

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