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Beauty doesn't cross my mind often Not until I saw her in the flesh

She shifts a little in ht of her has id in the confines of my pants I can't help it—her beauty, her scent, her captivity that I now hold, it’s sickeningly arousing If only it were the right ti mine means, I would do it here and now But it’s not Not yet

“Your name? Who are you?” Her voice has a tremble of fear and, dare I say, a hint of arousal

My cock was made for her, and no matter the severity of this twisted start, her body can't deny it

“DeLuca, piccolina My na else Got it?” I practically snarl, so fucking turned on the heat inclothing from my own body

“And and if I don't?” she stutters, testingme, really

I don't answer her Instead, I thrusther core, the heat undeniable even through our clothes God, she’d be exquisite to fuck

“Please, don't—not againstout into a ainst my lap… none of it matches the words she says I’m positive she’d like it if I did just that My sweet captive keeps surprising me

“Behave and I won't” I hear her s, the o slow

Taking a breath to speak, she stops abruptly when the car rolls to a stop Maxwell cli the hood to open my door I s toher soul at the devil's feet She shouldn't fear Ferro, no; it's me she should be afraid of, run from, and hope to find an escape

She won't I won’t ever let her But her trying her da I enjoy far too much

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My instincts tell me to trust my captor

Is it driven—this trust—by e at the hands of a erous and deadly than ? Have I read sothe hearts of antiheroes that I’ve trickedthis could be my reality, when really, this man has sinister, more deadly plans for me?

Though, for so about him thatfate all at once, and I haven't even seen him yet All I know is his touch and his name DeLuca And I don’t even know if that’s his first or last name

How is this real? I knoas bad at home, knoanted out, but at this cost and risk?