Captured by the Criminal (Taken)

“Promise?”

“Promise, B.”

I forget food as he lifts me into his arms and carries me away from the kitchen, down the hallway to the master suite.

He kicks open his door with such power and force it nearly breaks from its hinges. He sets me on the bed, his breathing ragged. “I need to be deep inside you.”

His eyes lock with mine, and I can’t look away. Gorgeous. It makes my insides sizzle with heat, and I squirm on the soft comforter.

It’s enough for Costi to take notice.

“Am I turning you on?”

I squirm again, trying desperately to get some relief. “Yes.”

He steps closer, dominating, removing his t-shirt. “And I haven’t even touched you yet.”

I study the grooves of his abs and lick my lips, wanting to run my tongue along the carved ridges.

“You’re a needy little thing, aren’t you? I bet you're so wet for me.” His voice is doing things to me. Making me feel naughty. Alive. On fire. Completely and utterly turned on.

Feeling brave, I lie back and reach for him, wanting him on the bed with me. No, needing him on the bed with me. “Why don’t you come and find out.”

He grabs my ankle, tugging me further down the bed. “Careful, B. Don’t ask for something unless you’re ready for me to do it.” He removes my socks and shoes, tossing them onto the floor. “Are you ready for this?”

I don’t know.

Am I?

Fifteen

Costi

* * *

“Yes, I’m ready.”

Just being near Bianca turns me into a madman. A lunatic. Ready to ravage her. If I’m not careful, I’ll rip off her clothes and ram inside her with no thought of anything else. She makes me harder than iron, and my heart beats rapidly inside my chest, demanding I feast on her.

I stalk closer and climb onto the bed, wanting to get her naked, and quickly. Once I do, I won’t be able to go slow with her. I’ll be a savage beast, mounting her without a care in the world.

It’s just what Bianca does to me. When I saw her at the party, I knew one day she’d be mine. “Unzip your shorts,” I tell her, eager to see her soaked pussy. “Let me see all of you.”

She does as I say and pulls them down her toned legs. She moves achingly slow, and I’m nearly ready to finish the job myself by shredding her clothing to smithereens. Would that make her angry?

Do I care?

I shock myself by actually caring about her clothing. How I want to be the one to buy her expensive clothes. Surprise her with designer dresses and fuck her in them before we leave the house. I keep shocking myself as I play out our entire lives together. A life I can’t wait to live once I’ve righted a wrong.

My daze clears, and I return to reality when Bianca removes her tee, revealing a red lace bra.

Fuck. My favorite color.

I lick my lips, ravenous for a taste of the sweet mounds visible above the delicate material.

Bianca, knowing exactly what I need, removes her bra and panties. I suck in a breath, roaming my eyes over her delectable skin. Her bountiful breasts. The curve of her waist. Her sweet pussy nestled in the apex of her creamy thighs. My cock is harder than it’s ever been, and I stroke it to ease some of the pressure.

“You’re perfect.” I spread her legs, dying to taste her.

Goosebumps erupt in the wake of my fingertips as I trace the curve of her torso, lowering until I’ve reached the juncture between her thighs.

Mm. I position my head between her legs and swipe her seam with my tongue. She moans, and I grip one hand on her ass, using the other hand to slide a finger inside of her. I lick and suck until her breathing comes in short bursts.

“How does it feel knowing my dick is rock hard for you? Knowing you’re the one who made it so fucking hard?”

She moans, writhing beneath me.

“You taste like heaven. This pussy will forever be mine.”

She cries out yes, and I keep lashing her skin with my tongue, lapping up her wetness, and running my teeth gently over her clit.

Her fingers fly into my hair, tugging each strand.

“Fuck, you’re so close.”

I know she’s close to unraveling by the mewling sounds coming from her plump lips and the way her body thrashes beneath me. Holding her in place, I swipe my tongue up and down, circling her clit more and more. I remove my hand from gripping her ass, pressing down on her clit, making sure she’s so close to coming she won’t be able to hang on.

I’ll hang on for the both of us, because there’s no way I’m ever letting this woman go.

My cock’s so hard. My body’s so ready.

I’m drunk off her skin. Enraptured by her sounds.