Page 102 of His Kidnapped Queen
I grunt as I start to hit the back of her throat, getting a rhythm as she bobs her head.
“Fuck, pixie, not gonna last,” I manage, trying not to arch my back and pull my stitches more as my balls draw up.
She rolls them in one hand and my breath catches in my throat. Her mouth is so hot and wet and slick… I grunt as Isuddenly spill into her mouth. She moans around me, licking and swallowing every drop.
“I should make you mad more often.”
“You better not,” she says, coming off me with a pop and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
I adjust myself back into my sweats and she sits up, seemingly satisfied.
“That’s really it? That’s all you wanted?”
“Yep,” she says brightly, smiling. “I’m gonna go see if Diego wants to finish the movie.”
I frown. “Thought you said you wanted me to stay. That you couldn’t sleep without me.”
“I slept,” she answers, and I groan and rub a hand across my face.
“I guess we could all watch your cheesy movie.”
“It’s not cheesy. It’sromantic,” she insists, swinging her legs to the side of the bed.
I look at her and words bubble up in my chest. Words I want to say to her, so badly I think I might have to sew my mouth shut to keep them in.
I love you. I missed you every day for three years. I want you to be mine.
But that’s crazy. I can’t say any of that. She’s my prisoner. She’s acop, for Christ’s sake.
“Sophia,” I start, not sure where the conversation is going to go.
She tilts her head, looking at me.
“Where does this end?”
She freezes. “What do you mean?”
“This. All of this. Us. Where does it end?”
Despair settles over me like a shadow. There’s no good way for this to end, is there? There’s nothing we can do to stay together.
“That’s…that’s up to you,” she says quietly.
“What do you mean, it’s up to me?”
She huffs out a breath. “You’re the one who took me. You’re the one who keeps me here, aren’t you?”
She’s right, but I don’t know what the end game is, either.
“I guess so.”
“So tell me, Luca. Where does this end? Because I…” she trails off.
I cup her face in my hands, staring into her eyes.
“Because you what, pixie?”
“Because I’m in love with you,” she blurts, and my mouth falls open as I keep staring into her eyes, searching her face. I want to believe her. I want to because my heart is soaring and I feel like I’m ten feet tall.
