I flip her onto her back and pull the straps of her dress down to suck on her nipples as I slide back into her.
“Devious… this is too much.” Tears sit on the corners of her eyes.
“I love the tears in your eyes, and hearing you scream my name.”
Her cheeks flush and I fuck her hard, then I pull out, spilling my cum all over her dress.
I grab the scissors from the dresser and cut the zip tie around her wrists as she lies there, smiling.
She gets up on her knees.
“Thank you for giving me my fantasy.”
Roselyn
Iwake up the next morning sore as fuck, and my legs feel like Jell-O, though I enjoyed every moment last night. He made one of my fantasies a reality, and it was everything I imagined. I didn’t expect it to hurt so much my first time. My thoughts are cloudy, and I’m confused. I shouldn’t have had sex with Devious, and I don’t regret it, but our relationship wasn’t meant to get this far. He’s holding me hostage here, and he killed Tommy. I need to stick to my plan and escape him. It feels dirty and icky for me to want to leave here, but I have to do what I have to do. I don’t want to develop Stockholm syndrome. I had sex with my captor.
Fuck.
I got too caught up in what I want and not focusing on what I need, but for the time being I’m going to focus on earning his trust and stick to my plan. My goal is to live a free life, and I’m going to have it.
The sun peeks between the beige curtains, and I realize that I slept in Devious’s bed. He must have carried me here after I passed out last night. I glance around the room. I thought Devious was going to stick around, and I expected him to cuddle with me after sex, but he didn’t.
Aren’t men supposed to comfort you after sex?
Am I supposed to feel this empty after what we did last night?
It was just sex for Devious, and it wasn’t special to him.
I lay my head back on the pillow and exhale, looking at the ceiling. Regret finally sets in. I should have known that when he got what he wanted, he’d leave me alone. I was afraid that this was going to happen, that he was going to take my virginity and discard me. What if my plan doesn’t work to win him over? Then I’ll be stuck in this hellhole forever.
When I toss the blanket off my body, I shower and put on the dress I wore last night.
Devious walks in the room with two cups of coffee. He’s fully dressed in an Armani suit, and a smile spreads across his face. He sets the two cups down on the nightstand, but I head to the door. I just want to get to my room, change into something more comfortable, then lose myself in my art room.
He eyes me and says, “Where are you going?”
“To my bedroom. You got what you wanted, so I’ll leave.”
He frowns, handing me a cup. “Sit your ass back down.”
I eye him suspiciously as I sip the warm beverage, then I set it down on the nightstand.
“So, what now? You’re going to make me your little whore then discard me? I know my place as your wife.”
Devious is starting to grow on me, I realize. But I can’t let him be nice to me, and fuck me how I want, clouding my judgment. My father has told me what my role is in the mafia. I don’t want to be one of those clingy wives who are attached to their husbands after a few good rounds of sex either.
Besides, the men in the mafia only care about ass and you popping out their babies.
He grips my cheeks, stroking my bottom lip. “You aren’t my whore, you’re my wife. Now lie back down. One of my soldiers is packing up your clothes and bringing them in here. From now on, you’re sharing a bed with me.”
My cheeks heat at his words. “So… you’re not using me as a breeding cow?”
“No. My doctor will be here any minute to give you a birth control shot. I don’t want kids right now.”
My heart warms that he sees me more as his wife.
Yep, I’m confused.
