Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 54029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
I was left, panting uncontrollably, largely incoherent and unable to move for a good long while, until I realized with a start where I was and practically leaped off her and to one side, but still mindful enough to retain a hold on her wrists regardless. The damage having been already done. I wasn’t of a mind to let her go any too soon.
I stretched out next to her, tossing the condom, zipping my fly, which was the only part of my own clothing that had been somewhat rearranged, and enjoyed the sight of her lying there naked, a bright red sex flush still staining her chest and breasts.
“I didn’t realize you were a virgin.”
Tears leaked out of the corners of her eyes as she slowly nodded her head, her gaze skittering nervously away from mine, which sent a twinge through my chest that I had no interest at all in examining.
I had turned into a monster and I sure as fuck didn’t need to dive into the deepest, and darkest depths of my soul to find out why.
I used my hold on her wrists to pull her to my side and said, “I’m sorry if I hurt you. I know it must not have been easy losing your… well, it must not have been easy.” I stroked her hair, gently swiping the loose pieces that fell in front of her eyes to join the mass of luscious chestnut brown atop her head. Her wide brown eyes looked up into mine. She seemed to be examining my features, taking in every inch of my face. Her eyes sparkled from the leftover tears, but they ceased flowing. Her breathing evened and her body relaxed. What a true beauty she was.
“What’s your name?” she asked. “Can you at least tell me that now?”
It was a normal question to ask… humane, civil. It was the least I could do. I couldn’t just fuck her and not allow her to know a little about me.
“I’m… Matthew. Matthew Price.” I released her right hand long enough to offer her my own, and when she took it, I turned hers over so that I could kiss the back of it. With a sheepish smile, I reclaimed her hands in mine, saying, “Kind of fucked up to introduce myself now, I suppose.”
“I think everything about you and me is fucked up,” she said, though I didn’t see anger in her at all. She was simply stating a fact.
“If I had known you were a virgin—"
“What?” she interrupted. “You wouldn’t have fucked me? Or you wouldn’t have kidnapped me? Or would you have offered me roses and candlelight beforehand? Or—"
“You didn’t act like a virgin in your bedroom,” I countered, feeling a bit more justified for not being aware. “I thought you were more… experienced.”
Would I have changed my mind in fucking her had I known that she not only looked pure and angelic, but that she truly was? I would like to say I would have, but then again, the need to be inside her was overwhelmingly powerful.
Taking her virginity complicated things which frankly pissed me off. It made it more personal. It would have been a hell of a lot easier had she just been the kinky daughter of my enemy who attended sex parties and not a girl saving herself for the right man.
I was not Mr. Right.
Her mouth opened and then shut. She looked away as her face flushed. I didn’t want to embarrass her or shame her. That wasn’t my intent.
“And yes, you deserve roses and candlelight. I’m sorry that our circumstances stole that away from you.”
9
Aria
Matthew Price.
I finally knew his name. For some odd reason, I expected that as soon as I heard his name, I would recognize it somehow. At the very least, recognize the last name as belonging to a mafia family.
But nothing.
I couldn’t remember my father mentioning him once or having heard his name brought up in passing.
He took a bite of cheese and then placed a piece in my mouth.
Although I detested being treated like a child, or weak… or however you would classify this situation of being hand-fed, I swallowed my pride and did exactly as I was told. Although I would never admit it out loud, I had very little choice, and I didn’t have any more energy to continue to fight the man. He was the one with the gun, and I couldn’t forget that this man was on the run from my father. My father would do whatever it took to get me back.
Not out of love but out of pride. I was pretty sure that everyone at the party was aware by now that I had been kidnapped. So, my father would have to save face more than anything else. Matthew Price had no idea just how suicidal his actions of stealing me were.