Captured by the Criminal (Taken)

I keep moving, sliding in and out, and then repeating the circuit.

I’m so close to losing control, but I want to make sure Bianca comes before I do. “Keep rubbing yourself against me.”

“I’m so close, Costi,” she calls out.

“You’re mine,” I tell her over and over again, making sure she knows who she belongs to.

Because there’s no way I can ever let this woman leave me. Not now. Not ever. As of this moment, I’ve claimed her as my treasure, and there’s no turning back now.

Sixteen

Bianca

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An uncontrollable burn begins deep inside me, moving from limb to limb, centering on my core, making my body ready to explode. Costi keeps moving inside me, filling me up, stretching me open.

“I’m going to come,” I pant out.

“Bianca, come all over me. I need to feel your tight little pussy clenching all around me. Fuck, it feels so good.”

“I’m coming,” I whimper, my breathing erratic, my body nearing its crescendo.

This orgasm isn’t like the ones before it. It starts at the tip of my head, fans out, lingers, and decimates me with its power.

“Fuck,” Costi rasps.

I ride the wave until it crests and tranquility laps my insides.

Costi grips my ass and rolls us over to where he’s lying flat on his back and I’m straddling him. “I need to watch you ride me.”

The new position makes his cock fill me deeper, and it takes a second to get used to. He’s just so big.

I do as he says, rubbing my sensitive clit against his skin. His dick moves in and out of me, and Costi reaches up to palm my bouncing breasts with both hands.

He groans. “Yeah. Ride me.”

I lean into his touch, loving the way he makes me feel in control. I sit up straighter, taking his full length deep inside me, leaning my head back to where my hair nearly touches my ass. “It feels so good.”

“Keep riding. Keep grinding, and it’ll feel so much better.” He bites his plump lower lip, and I gaze into his hooded eyes.

I like it up here, where I can ogle him. And I do, unabashedly. I run my fingers over the grooves of his abs and watch as his eyes darken when I tilt my body and then slam down harder.

I watch him curse under his breath when I reach around and play with his balls.

“Fuck, Bianca,” he groans out.

It makes me heady because I’m the one bringing him pleasure. I’m the one making him lose control.

I rock back and forth, up and down, riding his full length as fast as I can.

Costi grips an ass cheek in each hand and moves my body in tandem with his. Costi’s eyes focus on the connection of our body, and he curses under his breath.

Sweat trickles down his brow, and I know he’s getting close to finishing because his grip on my ass tightens.

“Fuck, you need to focus on your next orgasm. I’m getting close, and I’m not sure how much longer I’ll be able to hold back.”

I feel sexy at this moment. Powerful. I work my body until the ignition of heat starts low in my belly and burns throughout, notifying me another orgasm is on its way. And I welcome it, beg for it. Crave it as I rock against this confusing man.

His eyes fall shut, and he begs for my release. He begs for me to make him come, and it makes me explode into a million shiny pieces as my orgasm blasts through me.

Costi sits up, wrapping his arms tight around me, cursing through his own orgasm, telling me how good I feel.

He feels better than good—rapturous—and as my body calms, I’m already wondering when we can do this again.

After raining a tsunami of kisses across my face, Costi removes himself from me and lifts me up. “Let’s clean up.”

I kiss his stubbled cheek as he carries me into the en-suite bathroom and rests me on the edge of the ginormous tub in the center of the bathroom.

“Are you coming in with me?” Because this thing is as big as a pool.

“Not tonight. I’m going to let you bathe alone, so you can be with your thoughts.”

He turns the knob, and water pours out of the spout, heating quickly. Costi removes a bath salt bottle and tosses a few lavender scented salts into the tub.

“When you’re done, come and sleep with me.” It’s not a request, but not a demand either. Maybe he means it as a hope, or a wish.

I nod, knowing I want to be in his arms tonight, and every night after that. It’s my Costi from when we were younger, always making sure I’m well taken care of. Always putting me first.

I knew he wasn’t a bad guy after all.

The next morning, I open my eyes and Costi isn’t in the bed with me. My sore muscles from last night groan as I crawl out of bed. It’s eerily silent as I move through the house, wearing my night shorts and tank top.