No way I’m staying here. I spot my bag sitting next to the door. I’ll just sneak out the back. I shake my head at his question. “I’m pretty tired. I’m just gonna head home.” The high I felt just moments ago is already waning, and I’m feeling more and more uncomfortable as I stand and adjust my shorts. I have no clue where my panties are. Not that it really matters since he destroyed them.
My eyes close as the denim push against my sensitive clit. Damn, I want him again. I want him inside of me. But not like this. I’m not going to lose my virginity like this. Not to someone I don’t even know. The thought makes my gaze drop to the floor, and I try to swallow the shame creeping up on me.
Shit, I can see the regret. I don’t fucking want that. I wanna see this girl again. I need to have her cumming on my dick. I barely got a taste of her. “I’ll drive you home, sweetheart.”
I bite my bottom lip and grip the straps of my tote. I put it on my shoulder and nod. I wince as the straps bite down on my tender skin. Fucking hell, why’d I pack so damn much and walk the entire way here? He’s quick to reach out and take it from me. It’s a sweet gesture, and I don’t expect it. I assume he’s hoping to get into my pants when he drops me off. That sure as shit is not going to happen. I think about what’s waiting for me at home and get all pissed off. I can’t fucking believe how shitty my life has become. The reminder makes me close my eyes, and I try to will away the anger.
I don’t like wherever her head has gone. Gently, I place my hand on her shoulder and squeeze slightly. “Stop it, Elle.” Her eyes shoot up at me with daggers as she shoves my hand away.
“Just because we just did that,” I say with anger as I motion to the desk, “does not mean that you have any right to tell me what to do.” Immediately I regret my outburst. It’s not his fault. Shit. I ruined this. Whatever this is. Was. Whatever, it’s over with now.
What the fuck has gotten into her? I have half a mind to throw her ass on the desk and fuck that snarky attitude right out of her. I know just how to do it, too. Deep and slow. I’d fucking torture the orgasms from her until she quits being like this. So damn defensive.
This was such a fucking mistake. I swing the door open and walk out as quickly as I can, leaving him behind. I keep walking, past the opening for the dining room of the bistro and straight ahead. There’s got to be a door to get the fuck out of here where no one will see me. I twist the knob to what I think will be an exit and push the heavy door open.
I finally get a grip and go after her, determined to have her smart little mouth wrapped around my cock again. I take one step out of the office and bolt after her. Not that room! What the fuck is she doing?
Holy fuck! I gasp as my eyes widen at what I'm seeing, and instinctively take a step backwards, but my back hits a brick wall of muscle. Strong arms wrap around my waist and face, and a hand covers my mouth to mute the scream that’s ripped from my throat.
God damn it. I can’t believe this is happening. I hold her tight to me as she struggles in my grasp. I can’t fucking believe she walked back here. Tommy and Anthony are staring back at me with looks of outrage.
I try to scream. I try to pull away. I need to do something, anything. Tears burn my eyes and my body heats, then goes numb with fear. Fuck! It’s useless. He won’t let me go. “Please!” I try to scream, but his hand stays clamped over my mouth. Tears fall helplessly down my heated cheeks as my body racks with sobs.
I wish I could let her go, but if I do, I know the family will have to get rid of her.
If he’d just let me go, I wouldn’t say anything.
She’d swear up and down not to talk, but it wouldn’t be enough.
I’ll plead with him, he has to believe me. I try to speak, but his hand pushes harder against my lips.
I wish I could believe her, but there’s no way I can risk it. I tilt my head to the door, letting them know I’m taking her away.
My feet drag and stumble as he pulls me back into the office. I’ll offer him anything. There has to be some way to convince him.
She hardly struggles against me as I close the door. I don’t think there’s any way I could convince the familia to let her go. Maybe there’s a way.
I’m going to have to keep her until they’re convinced.
She’s my hostage now.
Chapter 1
Earlier that day…
Elle
I shift my weight and groan. This bag is freaking killing my shoulder. I don’t know why I packed so many textbooks. I shoved all three in to my bag along with my laptop before I took off. Barely 15 minutes later, the straps are digging into my skin, making it feel raw and destroying my resolve to study. Part of me just wants to drop the bag and go to a bar. I’m so fucking pissed off. I shake off the bitter resentment and walk a little faster. I shouldn’t have brought so much grad work. It’s not like I’m in any mood to do it anyway. Not after fighting with my mother again.