Captive (6 page)
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The door to Sidious's quarters opened silently, and Agnus shoved her through. She stumbled, grabbing hold of the back of the chair just inside the opening to right herself as the door closed shut behind her. Raising her gaze, she caught sight of Sidious lounging in the chair across from the one she stood behind. Her fingers tightened against the leatherlike material as her gaze traveled down his bare, muscular chest to his washboard abs and trim waist.
My God.
She swallowed as unexplained lust traveled to every pore of her flesh. She
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d met gorgeous men before -- numerous ones -- but none of them compared to this man, and she certainly didn't understand her reaction to him or this situation.
She wasn't into the whole capture bondage scene, so why? Why did her body tingle when he looked at her with those gray eyes? Those beautiful gray eyes that sent warming sensations through her whole body.
He grinned, making her anger rise to the surface. “Nice to see Agnus is still prompt.”
Her outfit left absolutely nothing to the imagination. A see-through black robe with nothing on underneath. Every inch of her heated with embarrassment as she let go of the chair and tried to close her robe together, not that it hid anything.
“All right. You
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ve made your point.”
“And what point is that?”
“You're man enough…happy?”
He grinned, sending her heart racing wildly. There was something about the devilish spark in his gaze that made her want to melt. “You can't be serious. I don't
want you to just say it.” The devilish look in his eyes turned dark, sultry, sending currents of desire to her womb. “I want you to scream it as you come all over my cock.” She crossed her arms over her chest and licked her lips nervously. Just the thought of screaming that very thing had her pussy getting wet. God, she was so sick. He was her captor, her enemy, and here she was imagining all the things he could do to her and knowing deep down she would love every second of it.
She shook her head. “Not going to happen.”
He tilted his head, studying her. “You're only making me that much more determined. You realize that, right?”
“So if I gave into you, you would leave me alone?” He snorted. “I have a feeling once with you wouldn't be nearly enough…for either of us.”
Now it was her turn to snort. “I'm not lusting after you.”
“So if I walked over there, right now, and touched between your legs, you wouldn't be wet?”
Her mouth dropped open. “You arrogant prick.”
He raised an eyebrow. “If I recall, that right there is what got you in this mess to start with.”
“What? Calling it like I see it?”
His smile faded. “Not knowing when to keep your mouth shut.” In her anger, she forgot what little she wore and stepped around the chair to stand before him. “I
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m not about to submit to you. Not in any way, shape, or form. You can forget it.”
Sidious reached up and grabbed her hand, tugging her to his lap. She landed with a squeal. As her breasts brushed against his chest, the sheer material rubbed across her nipples and sent tingles of awareness shimmying up her spine. He was all hard muscles beneath her hands. Hard-as-steel muscles. She had no doubt he could force her to do his bidding with little effort, and the very idea made her insides flutter.
She shoved against his chest, almost frantic to get away from him. She couldn
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t do this -- wouldn't do this. In a surprising move, he let go and she scrambled to her feet, her heart racing wildly. She quickly moved several feet away and turned to glare at him, intending to put him in his place. His chuckle startled her, and she stared, unsure what to make of the sexy enigma.
He'd pulled her onto his lap, only to let her go seconds later. Was he playing some kind of game?
“What do you want from me?” she asked.
“Everything.”
She pulled the edges of her robe together in front of her breasts. His gaze dropped to stare at them, and her nipples hardened, despite her resolve to remain unaffected.
“Meaning?” she asked.
“Meaning.” His gaze moved back to hers. “Everything.”
She raised her chin, staring down her nose at him. He was the enemy, and despite how gorgeous he was or how sexy…or how much she wondered how those full lips would feel against her skin…she couldn
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t give into him. If she did, she would be betraying her home.
He stood, and she took a step back in reflex. Swallowing, she let her gaze wander down his chest. Bad idea. Very, very bad idea. At least he still wore pants, but she definitely didn't miss the massive bulge behind the zipper of those pants. If that was any indication, he was huge.
Her stare shot back to his as he took a step closer, the desire in his gaze smothering her with heat from clear across the space that separated them.
“You ask for too much,” she argued, trying to buy time. Although truthfully, she had no idea how she would get out of this.
“I don
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t
ask
for anything, Mikayla. I take what I want.”
“Clearly,” she snarled, glancing behind her as she began to back away from him as he stalked forward, like a lion moving in on its prey.
“I expect full submission from the women I fuck.” She cringed at his use of the word “fuck.” “That word is so crude,” she snapped.
“Just like you.”
He grinned and pinned her against the wall, his palms resting beside her shoulders, effectively trapping her in place. “You have no idea just how crude I can get.”
“Oh, I
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m sure you can get very crude,” she replied, angry with just how breathless she sounded. “Most monsters can.”
His grin faded, and a dark cloud passed over his gaze, darkening the gray. Had she made him angry? Had she gone too far?
They stared at one another, neither moving. Mikayla could hardly breathe with him this close to her. She could smell his musky scent, feel the heat off his flesh, and she shivered.
His gaze dropped to her body as he took one hand and gently pulled her robe open. Her fingers loosened their grip, allowing the material to fall away, exposing her breasts to his gaze. Not that he couldn
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t see them anyway, even with the material over them. He brushed the backs of his fingers across her nipple, and she gasped at the shock wave that tiny touch sent straight to her womb.
He turned his hand, gently cupping her breast -- weighing it before pushing upward and squeezing it within his palm.
“You intrigue me, Mikayla,” he whispered as he leaned closer, resting his elbow against the wall above her head.
His free hand slid lower along her ribs to her hip. Mikayla held her breath, unable or unwilling to move. She had no idea which. He had a power over her she didn
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t understand -- didn't want to understand -- and needed to be able to fight.
Unfortunately, she was powerless against it, and she had a sinking feeling that he knew it as well.
“Then study me from a distance,” she said.
He smiled slightly. “And miss exploring this luscious body? I'm supposed to be proving to you that I'm man enough, remember?”
“I didn't.” She swallowed as his hand slid around and cupped her ass, squeezing it before sliding back up along her ribs again. “I didn't mean what I said.”
“Yes you did,” he whispered against her lips. “And I meant what I said. I want you screaming.”
His breath brushed over her mouth as he spoke, and her lips parted in silent invitation. She knew she would hate herself tomorrow, but God help her, she wanted him.
“Then I
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ll scream for help,” she whispered, her mind refusing to accept what her body already had.
“No one would come to your rescue,” he murmured, then licked his tongue along her bottom lip. “No one would dare.”
His hand moved lower, down her thigh, then back up again to swipe around her hip.
“Do you want me to kiss you yet?” he teased.
“No,” she answered, but her body said something else entirely as he cupped her ass and pulled her hips from the wall.
He pressed his thigh between her legs, putting gentle but insistent pressure against her pussy.
“Liar,” he said, his lips spreading into a grin. “You
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re proving to be quite fun, Mikayla. I think I enjoy seducing you. I'm definitely enjoying this body. Especially this
ass.” His palm squeezed her ass hard, pulling it toward him and causing her pussy to rub against his leg. The coarse material of his pants caused friction, sending heat searing through her veins. She closed her eyes, fighting the desire to moan in pleasure.
He slid his fingers to her pussy from behind, and she gasped as they swiped through the juices coating her labia. Her face heated in mortification. He would know now what he did to her.
“And this wet pussy,” he whispered. “It
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s going to feel good when I get inside you.”
She shook her head.
“I will get inside you, Mikayla. I know it, and so do you.” She shook her head again. He moved his hand around to the front and slid two fingers deep inside her channel, making her cry out as he thrust deep enough to push her to her toes.
“I like that,” he whispered. “The sound of your cries. Such a sexy sound.” She bit down on her lower lip, swallowing her own whimpers of delight as he slowly fucked her with his fingers.
“Your body doesn
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t lie, no matter how hard you try to hide it…or fight it. You'll be so tight.” His voice sounded rough with desire, sexy, and it sent shivers running down her back.
Her hands fell to her sides, fisting in the material of her robe. His fingers continued to slowly thrust in and out, teasing her, offering her more, then denying it.
He pulled out, twirled his fingers around her clit, then thrust back in hard. She gasped, shoving her hips outward against his hand.
“The things I could do to you,” he whispered against her mouth.
God help her, the things he
could
do to her? What about the things he
was doing
to her? He still hadn
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t kissed her, and vaguely she wondered what he was waiting for.
Juices poured for her pussy to coat the insides of her thighs. No one had ever made her feel like this with just his hand. No one had ever made her this desperate for sex. Just the fact she was willing to fuck her captor said it all.
“I won't be…” She panted as he increased his rhythm, fucking her hard, forcing his fingers deeper.
“Won't be what? Won't be my sex slave? You already are. This is just the beginning.” He turned his hand so that the butt of his palm pressed against her clit, sending sharp lines of pleasure from there straight to her core. “I plan to make you come over…and over…and over,” he added in a soft whisper.
She moaned as the pressure inside her built from deep inside. Her fingers fisted in the waistband of his pants, holding tight as a thousand pinpoints of light exploded behind her eyes. Her pussy throbbed against his fingers, sucking them deeper. He held them still inside her, pressing his palm more firmly against her clit and causing her to
explode all over again. She ground herself against his hand, riding out the waves of pure bliss.
With a sob, she sagged against the wall. Angry with him, but mostly with herself.
“The night isn't over,” he murmured, and she squeezed her eyes shut. “I haven't even kissed you yet.”
Sidious couldn't stop watching her. Her lips were parted, her eyes half-closed, the green several shades darker in her desire. Her skin was flushed pink, and a thin sheen of sweat dotted her brow. He could do this all night -- watch her come.
He removed his fingers from her pussy and lifted them to his lips. She watched silently as he pushed them into his mouth and licked them clean. She tasted like honey, and he smiled before sliding his hand back between her legs, gently stroking her pussy.
She moaned, her hips working back and forth along with the motion of his palm.
He could feel her heat, smell her arousal, and his cock threatened to burst free of his pants. He was so damn hard.
“Sidious…please,” she whispered, her eyes pleading for him to understand.
He did understand, more than she would ever know. She thought he was her enemy and in some ways he was, but he wasn't the monster she believed, and before the night was over, he'd prove that to her.
He continued stroking her pussy. Juices coated his palm, and he knew she wanted him, despite what her heart was telling her.
“You're mine now, Mikayla,” he whispered.
She closed her eyes as he moved his fingers back, spreading her juices between the cleft of her tight ass.
“You're mine to do with as I want.”
She swallowed and shook her head in denial. “Maybe my body.” He twirled his finger around the tight, puckered hole, and her eyes flew open, shock, trepidation, and desire mingling within the deep green. No one had ever taken her there, and the thought both shocked and thrilled him. As big as he was, she would need more preparation than he had patience for at the moment, so he moved his fingers back to her sopping pussy.
