Captiva Captive (29 page)

Pressure increased inside her skull.  It wasn’t painful, but it wasn’t comfortable, either.  Then, she saw the same dress tossed across a damask chaise in a bedroom fit for a king… 

“Don’t turn away from me.” Gianni gripped her chin between his finger and thumb. “Face me.  See me for what I am.  Understand what you are.  You have needs only I can satisfy.” He thrust deliberately, lifting her knee with his other hand to drive deeper while reaching that sensitive spot within her. 

They weren’t in
that
room.

She didn’t want him
this
way.  In his bed and lying on his pillow while playing his mind games that spoke of true love and everlasting commitment.  Things she didn’t believe in anymore.

    “You can speak freely in my bedroom.” With his opposite hand, he reached between their bodies, expertly kneading her clit.  “You know that.” Her heart was beating faster, nearing the orgasm she desperately craved. “Pet, why aren’t you?”

    “I have nothing to say,” she moaned around the words, “that would be what you want to hear.”

“Love me, Blythe.” He buried his face against her throat. “It’s a simple thing to love someone.”

“Loving someone is the hardest part, hating is simple.” Her breaths picked up. “To whisper words of love and then turn away from lovers’ promises is the cruelest thing a man can do.”

“Tell me who destroyed your heart, and I will lay his at your feet.”

She gasped, placing her palms against her eyes.  Her lids were fluttering, as she relived portions of her time with him in Italy, frame by frame.  From the moment that she met Gianni until months later when Anthony secreted her away.  There were major gaps. Things were missing…chunks of her life, huge pieces of her existence.  “What happened to me?”

Dark brows slashed over golden eyes. “Even now, you have no recollection?”

“Not everything.” She gathered the covers, hiding her nudity, definitely remembering
the room
. “Who took my memory away?”

“I only fed you once.” He sat next to her, ignoring her flinch. “Still, you should have remembered all.”

“Fragments.” She pinched the bridge of her nose. “My memories are a patchwork quilt, still unsewn, strewn all over the place.”  Her heart raced.  Where was Sixten?  Had they harmed him getting to her? Was he even alive? Fear of losing him overpowered her. A terror she’d never known. “You referred to me as a Donor.”

    “I
did
.” He wrenched the covers away easily. Eyes widening in appreciation as he perused her naked form. “But now, I call you
mine
.”

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Other books by this author:  Sanibel Heat, Sanibel Burn, Sanibel Sizzle, and the upcoming
Sanibel Seduction (Fanged Romance Series Book 4) December 2012.

Acknowledgements:

I want to thank the Fanged Romance Series readers for playing in the sands of Sanibel Island.  I’ve heard from amazing people who share their cozy reading nooks, inviting me into a world that’s much smaller than I realized. Thank you for taking the time out of your busy lives to share some of it with me.