Page 79 of His Kidnapped Queen
“I don’t know,” I say, as honestly as I can. “Now, let’s fix this door.”
We work for an hour, replacing the door with one from the shop outside. It fits perfectly, and it has a deadbolt on the outside, too. By the time we’re finished we’re both sweating, but it works and the room is safe again.
I scoop Sophia up bridal style and she doesn’t even wake to put her arms around me, so I cuddle her against my chest, carrying her into the room and placing her on the bed gently.
Diego watches me as I try to extricate myself.
“Luca, don’t go,” she whispers, clutching onto my arm, and I look down at her.
“I’ll be right back,” I say quietly, but she won’t let go, her blue eyes wide as she looks up at me.
Diego gives me a small smirk and I want to hit him for it, but then he closes the door, locking the deadbolt, and Sophia relaxes slightly.
“You said you wouldn’t go.”
“I won’t, pixie,” I soothe her, rubbing a hand over her hair. She leans into the touch, putting her arms around my waist.
“I feel so scared, all the time.”
Her voice is slightly higher than a whisper; I can barely hear her.
“I told you I wouldn’t hurt you.”
“I believe you. But someone else is after me, and they’re going to use me for god knows what,” she babbles, nuzzling against my stomach.
I draw in a sharp breath, her hands on me making my blood heat.
“Don’t touch me like that, pixie.”
“Why not?” she asks, almost desperate. “I just want you close.”
“I’m here. I’m close. But if you keep?—”
She slides a hand under the waistband of my slacks and my breath comes out in a rush, interrupting my words.
“Make love to me,” she whimpers. “Make love to me and make me forget I’m afraid.”
“Sophia…”
But she’s determined. She’s got that glint in her eye and next thing I know she’s straddling my lap, kissing along my throat.
“Just…let me ride you,” she mumbles, unbuttoning my slacks. It’s like she’s in heat or something, her slim fingers making quick work of my zipper. She frees my erection and I hiss.
“Take what you want, pixie,” I tell her finally, unable to hold back as her small fingers wrap around the base of my cock.
She pumps her fist slowly, up and over the head and I can’t breathe suddenly, my chest heaving. All I want to do is flip her over, give it to her rough like she likes.
But that’s not what she needs right now. She needs something to be in her control, and if that has to be my dick, so be it. I’m not complaining.
She huffs out a frustrated breath, standing up and wiggling out of her sweats. She doesn’t bother with the t-shirt and her nipples pebble through it. I cup them, dragging my thumbs across the peaks.
Sophia gasps, taking hold of my cock again to guide me into her. She slowly seats herself, inch by inch, and it feels so good I have to bite down on my lip not to moan so loudly Diego hears it.
“Luca,” she whispers.
“What’s wrong, baby?” I coo, unable to be cruel to her when she’s like this, desperate for me, desperate to be close in any way she can. I’m aching to flip her over and fuck her like an animal, but I won’t.
She needs this.
