Keeping My Captive by Angela Snyder

CHAPTER47

Mateo

IGRIT MY teeth as the doctor sews up the gaping wound in my shoulder. I’ve taken a lot of bullets in my lifetime and survived them all. I don’t plan on letting this one be any different.

What started out as an argument over land for my new warehouses soon turned into a fucking bloodbath with one of the local cartel leaders in Guatemala. Needless to say, he shot me first…and missed, catching me in the shoulder instead of my head. I returned fire and didn’t miss. And as he lay there on the floor with a bullet between his eyes, I almost felt sorry for him. His reign was over. Everything he had been fighting so hard for only moments before was gone in an instant.

If he had just given me what I wanted, none of the violence would have ensued. Now his men are my men, and his precious land is mine as well. Such is the life in the cartel. You die, and the world keeps moving on. The war and violence continue until no one even remembers your name. We’re all ghosts here.

“Done,” the doc tells me.

I move my shoulder, grimacing. It’s going to hurt like a son of a bitch the next few days, but I’ll live. And through the pain, I grin, knowing just how concerned Aria will be.

It’s been too damn long since I’ve been inside of my little captive. Blood rushes to my cock as I leave the medical room and go straight to my bedroom, knowing that she’ll be there, waiting for me. My fascination with her has twisted and morphed over the past few months into a full-blown obsession. She is my life now. I live and breathe only for her. And if I were to lose her in some way, I would find a way to leave this earth, because I wouldn’t be able to bear an existence without her.

When I walk into the room, there she is — my reason for living — lying on her stomach, reading a book with her hair pulled on top of her head in a messy knot. My shirt that she’s wearing is riding up her thighs, exposing the bottom of her ass cheeks. And I have an almost overwhelming urge to sink my teeth into them.

But when she looks up at me, her eyes widen with shock. “What happened?” she asks, her voice trilling with anxiety.

I can only imagine seeing myself through her eyes right now — shirtless, covered in blood with a freshly sewn wound on my shoulder. I must be quite the fucking sight.

“I was shot,” I explain as my cock presses painfully against the zipper of my pants. Dios mío, Aria has no idea what is about to happen to her. I feel like a beast ready to be unleashed; ready to ravage her until she begs for mercy. When I take a step towards her, Aria gets on her knees and holds her hands up in surrender.

“Mateo,” she whispers, my name dying on her bee-stung lips.

I stalk over to her and stand at the foot of the bed. “You have been running through my mind for days, mi pequeña cautiva.” My little captive. And that’s exactly what she is. What she’ll always be, because I will die before I ever set her free.

“You’re hurt,” she softly protests.

I chuckle darkly at her weak excuses as I tower over her. God, she looks so young and innocent on her knees like this. “Aria, I haven’t seen, touched, licked, or fucked you in five days. Nothing on this earth could stop me or keep me away from you.” I grip her chin in my hands and stare into those honey-colored eyes that I’ve been fantasizing about all week. “Tell me you haven’t thought about me at all while I was gone. Tell me you haven’t thought about my mouth between your legs and my cock inside of your wet pussy. Tell me, Aria, and I’ll leave you alone.”

She opens her mouth, but nothing comes out but a disgruntled groan. Ah, so my little captive did think about me. Thought naughty things about me too. I wonder if she touched her perfect, pink pussy while thinking those thoughts? Fuck. Just picturing her touching herself makes my cock turn into pure steel.

“Lose the shirt,” I command forcefully.

She cocks a brow, and I expect her to argue, but she does what I say. She’s completely naked, having decided to forgo panties as well. I swallow hard. “Fuck, you really were waiting for me to come home today, weren’t you, corazón?” I told Ignacio to let her know hours ago that I would be home, wanting her ready for me. But nothing could have prepared her for what is about to happen.

Aria gives me a shaky nod.

“Lay down and spread your legs. I want to see what’s mine,” I instruct her.

I can see the apprehension in her gaze, but her chest rises and falls with rapid breaths and her pupils are blown. This is turning her on already. She hesitates but eventually obeys me. I watch with rapt interest as she lies down on her back and slowly spreads her legs. My god, she’s fucking beautiful.

“Touch my pussy for me,” I demand possessively. “I want to watch you.”

Her hand is practically trembling as she skates it over her flat stomach and down to her shaved mound. Her pointer finger dips between her folds, and the moment she finds her clit, her mouth opens up into the perfect O.

My cock throbs inside my pants, begging to be released. Popping open my button, I tug my zipper down and slip out of my restraining clothes. Naked, I kneel on the bed before her, watching as she touches herself.

Her eyes move to my shoulder and then back to my eyes. “Who…who shot you?” she asks breathlessly.

“A rival cartel boss,” I explain. “He shot at me first.”

“Did you kill him?”

I cock a brow at her, wondering if this conversation is turning her on or off. “Yes, I killed him,” I tell her truthfully.

“Good,” she whispers, her fingers working her clit harder. And then she releases the sweetest fucking moan I’ve ever heard in my life.

So she is turned on by the violence. Fuck, she’s going to be the death of me. “I need to taste you,” I murmur before gripping her ankle and dragging her down the length of the bed closer to me. And then I lift her hips, pulling her sweet pussy to my mouth while I lick, taste, suck, bite and nibble on her. I’ve been craving her taste for days, and I intend on getting my fill of her.

Her moans turn to whimpers and then screams as I ravage her with my mouth and tongue. There isn’t an inch of her pussy or ass that I leave untouched. Fuck, I’ve missed her body, her scent, her taste. But most of all, I missed her. Even though I enjoy fucking Aria, since it feels like nirvana every single damn time, I missed her company more than anything while I was gone. I missed the looks she always gives me with what can only be described as the worst poker face in the world. I can always tell what’s going on in that mind of hers with a single look or glance. I missed the way she looks fresh out of a shower with no makeup on and her hair undone. I missed the way she throws invisible daggers in my direction whenever I piss her off and the smile on her face that’s more beautiful than the rising sun.

When Aria’s thighs begin to shake, I stop my ministrations. I want to feel her come around my cock. No, I need to feel it. It’s like a craving that’s so strong I could never fight it. I would never want to. She’s my obsession, a bad fucking habit, and I only want more of her. Damn the consequences.

I toss her down on the bed, my shoulder throbbing. Fuck, I must have pulled some of the stitches out already. I quickly run my hand over the sore spot; and when I pull away, my palm is covered in fresh blood. Aria watches as I reach down and fist my cock. I expect her to cringe or shy away, but I think even this is turning her on. And now I know that she was made for me.

I stroke my cock and let out a low growl while she plays with her clit once more. I can tell she’s getting close again by the sounds she’s making. “Don’t you dare come, Aria. I want to feel you come on my cock,” I demand.

She slows down her ministrations, practically pouting. She really thought I was going to let her get herself off when I’ve been thinking about her tight little cunt milking my cock for five days straight? I don’t fucking think so.

Hovering over her, I grip her delicate neck with my bloody hand. I squeeze gently, testing her, loving the feel of her erratic pulse under my thumb. Her eyes grow wide, but she doesn’t try to escape. And when I pull away, the bloody handprint left behind with my unique fingerprints marring her beautiful skin does things to me. I marked her as mine. Only mine. And suddenly, I want to bathe her in my blood. “Hands on the bedframe,” I instruct her.

She slowly raises her arms above her and grips the metal bars. I stare down at her beautiful body. Gripping my cock, I seek her entrance and enter her. She moans loudly as I fully seat myself inside of her wet channel. Her body trembles under me as she works to take all of me. I give her a moment to adjust to me before I’m moving inside of her. I can’t hold back. Not now. I want her too badly.

My hand wraps around her neck as I stare into her eyes. There are so many things running inside of my mind right now. So many things I want to say to her. But the only thing that actually comes out of my mouth is, “You’re mine, Aria.” Okay, so not really romantic, but I’m not exactly the type.

I stare down at our connection, watching my cock move in and out of her tight pussy, stretching and filling her to the brim. “Dios mío, that’s so fucking hot,” I rasp. Pressing my chest against hers, my blood coats her skin as I flex my hips, fucking her hard. Her hands strain to keep hold of the bars as she moans loudly.

Her thighs clench and quiver around me, her liquid heat coating my length as I pound into her with vicious, unforgiving thrusts, eliciting the sweetest sounds from her throat. She loves the way I fuck her, and I’m happy to give her what she wants. What she desperately craves.

We fuck like animals, time having no place here as my blood coats our skin and the bedsheets. Aria begs me to let her come, and I realize this is my new favorite thing. Making her beg for it does something to me. Having control over her has the beast inside me rearing its ugly head. I make her beg until her voice is hoarse and her entire body is trembling uncontrollably. I edge her to the point of no return until finally I demand, “Come for me, Aria.”

A scream tears from her throat as she ultimately lets go, her body succumbing to the unsurmountable buildup of pleasure that I’ve been giving her. Sobs wrack her body as her cunt grips my cock so tightly, I wonder if it will leave behind bruises. Hot tears leak down her cheeks, and I’m quick to lick them away, savoring the salty taste. “Cry for me, Aria. You’re so fucking pretty when you cry,” I praise her.

I bury myself deep inside of her and allow myself to give in to my own bliss. My balls tighten up as the pleasure hits the back of my spine, traveling all the way up my body. I shiver as my orgasm takes over, every nerve ending firing all at once. I roar with my release, flexing my hips and giving her all of me, as I fill her up to the brim with my seed.

I know it’s risky as hell, especially when she was asking me about birth control before I left for my trip. But when I think about her belly swollen with my child, it unleashes a different kind of beast inside of me. I want to see that. No, I need to see it. I root myself inside of her, staying there, making sure she gets every single drop as her sweet, tight pussy grips me hard, pulling my cum right in.

Out of breath, I slowly pull out of her and collapse onto the bed beside her. I gather her into my arms, her head resting on my heaving chest. “Mine. You’re mine,” I murmur. Swallowing hard, I then confess, “And I’m yours.”

She lifts her head and stares at me, an indecipherable expression on her face. “You’re mine,” she agrees.

A smile graces her lips then, and she suddenly looks ethereal to me. Too beautiful to be real. And I realize in that moment what a lucky bastard I am to have found her in this fucked-up world. Our meeting wasn’t conventional by any means, but we still managed to find each other. Call it fate, call it whatever, but I’m never going to let her go. We belong together. In this life and the next. I’d gladly follow her into the afterlife and make her mine all over again until the end of time.