Keeping My Captive by Angela Snyder

CHAPTER53

Aria

I’M LYING ON the beach just minding my own business when a huge shadow engulfs the sun I was trying to bask in. Squinting, I look up and see Mateo standing above me with a pissed off look on his face.

“What the fuck are you wearing?” he growls.

Rolling my eyes, I spit out, “A bathing suit.” Of course, I knew Mateo would be upset by the tiny bikini, but I’m not letting him ruin my time outside. I haven’t so much as felt the sun on my skin in months since he’s been keeping me under lock and key. This is my one day I get to do something like this, and you better believe I’m going to enjoy it. Consequences be damned. I’ll deal with his wrath later after I’m tan and full of vitamin D that I’ve been desperately deprived of.

“Where did you get it?” he demands.

“One of the maids let me borrow it.” When he doesn’t budge, I sigh. “It’s just a bathing suit, Mateo,” I huff. “I am on the beach after all.” I’m so close to rolling my eyes at him again, but I refrain at the very last second because the dark and stony cold look on his face is frightening.

A muscle jumps along his locked jaw. “Your smart, little mouth is going to get you in trouble, Aria,” he warns before running a thumb over his bottom lip, stewing in his anger. “I overheard some of my uncle’s guards talking about you and your choice of bathing suit. I almost scooped out their fucking eyes with a spoon and cut out their tongues.”

“So, why didn’t you?” I ask boldly.

“What?”

I clearly caught him off-guard for once. “Why didn’t you scoop out their eyes and cut out their tongues?” I ask. I’m sure he’s killed men for less.

“Because they aren’t my men. It would be disrespectful to my uncle, taking out some of his top men in his own home.” His gaze darkens as he adds with a smirk, “I did shoot one in the shoulder, though. He was bragging about how he thought he could make you moan his name in five seconds.”

I’m not sure if he’s telling the truth or not, but then I decide that I don’t want to know. Maybe I’ve just become so accustomed to his violence that it just doesn’t faze me anymore. “Can you move, please?” I ask. “You’re blocking the sun that I was enjoying.” I lie back down on the towel and close my eyes, effectively shutting him out.

“Run, Aria,” he says in a deep whisper.

“What?” I ask, thinking I must have misheard him somehow.

“Run. And you better pray I don’t catch you, mi pequeña cautiva.”

My eyes snap open, and I stare up at him. He’s serious. Dead serious. I’m about to say something sarcastic, but my fight or flight senses suddenly catch up to my brain. Scrambling to my feet, I take off running down the beach.

It’s a private beach, and there are no other people down here, but I know Domingo has his men stationed around the perimeter. They’re going to see me running like a crazy woman and stop all of this. Right? Okay, maybe not.

My legs pump furiously as my feet dig into the sand. I run as hard as I can, but it’s not fast enough. Mateo gains ground on me within the matter of a few seconds, and I can almost feel his breath on my neck.

Suddenly, he grabs my arm, twists me, and we tumble into the sand together. It reminds me of the first time I ran from him at the airport. I was terrified last time, but this time…it’s exhilarating.

He flips me onto my stomach and crushes me under his weight. “You’re a psychopath!” I scream at the top of my lungs as he grinds his hard dick into the crease of my ass through my bikini bottoms.

“I’m your psychopath,” he tells me with a dark chuckle before he raises his hand and slaps my ass cheek. Hard.

I’m about to yell something else, but suddenly he hauls me up out of the sand. I’m hoisted over his shoulder like a lifeless doll, and then I’m being carried off towards a small surf shack on the end of the beach.

It’s open on one end, housing surfboards and swimming gear. Mateo pushes me up against the wall, locking my arms behind me, my face grinding against the hard wood as he sinks against my backside. Speaking of hard wood…

“Fuck, you drive me crazy, Aria,” Mateo says, grinding against me. My bikini bottoms are pulled down my legs even as I attempt to wrestle against him. “I love when you fight me, corazón.”

I instantly stop fighting just to spite him, and a small bout of laughter erupts from his chest.

“You can’t be mad at me for wearing a bikini on the beach, Mateo. Do you know how messed up that is?” I ask accusingly.

I feel him fumbling with something, and then I feel his cock pressing against the crack of my ass. He runs the velvet steel over my skin, caressing me. “I’m mad because you wore it for others to see. You’re mine, Aria. All mine.”

Keeping my arms locked in one large hand, his other hand reaches around my hip and teases my clit. I sink my teeth into my lip to stop myself from moaning out loud. I’m not going to give him the satisfaction. His thumb dips into my pussy, and he sucks in a harsh breath. “You’re already wet for me.”

I hang my head in embarrassment. The chase down the beach gave me such a thrill. And the thought of him catching me turned me on. Oh god, I’m so screwed up.

He fingers me until I’m panting hard. And then his hand suddenly stops. I let out a soft sigh of displeasure, and it makes him chuckle. “Don’t worry, corazón. I’ll have you seeing stars soon enough.”

I feel his cock notched at my entrance, and then he enters me, taking me roughly. I cry out from the intrusion as my pussy desperately tries to adjust to his girth. He doesn’t allow me much time before he’s shoving up to the hilt, claiming me. Owning me.

He feels impossibly thick inside me, and I groan as he stretches me, my fingernails digging into the wooden wall as he drives his cock in and out of me in a relentless rhythm.

My legs begin to tremble, but Mateo clicks his tongue. “Not yet, Aria.” And then he pulls out of me and turns me around. Lifting me, he props me up on a narrow bench and drops to his knees. His tongue licks over every inch of my pussy and ass until I’m panting harshly. Clutching fistfuls of his hair, I pull his face closer to my center needing more. Wanting more.

I feel a finger sink into my wet channel and then another prodding at my back entrance. I gasp from the intrusion as he pushes his fingers deep within me. It doesn’t hurt. It just feels different. But when he adds his tongue to the mix, it feels absolutely mind-blowing.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant. My thighs clench around his head, and I don’t even care if I suffocate him at this point. He deserves it for ruining my beach day.

“Come for me, Aria,” he whispers against my flesh before flattening his tongue against my clit.

I detonate around his mouth, coming on command; my body so attuned to him and the pleasure he gives me. I cry out his name as he continues to lick me until I’m a quivering mess in his arms.

I’m barely aware of him standing until I feel the thick crown of his cock resting against the rim of my puckered hole. I watch in awe as a trail of spit travels from his mouth down to his cock. His dick is so wet from my pussy and his added lubrication that he pushes in the first inch with no resistance.

“I want to claim all of your holes. I want to ruin you for all other men,” Mateo grinds out as he presses in slowly.

“You’ve already ruined me for anyone else. I’m yours,” I confess, my breath hitching in my throat.

“And I’m yours,” he says before his mouth claims mine. He kisses me then, his tongue delving into my mouth as his cock pushes past the tight rings of muscles in my ass. He takes his time until he’s fully seated and there’s no resistance. “That’s my good girl,” he rasps. He gives me a few moments to adjust before he begins fucking me deeply and slowly.

His fingers travel to my heat, dipping into my wet channel. He curls his fingers, softly stroking against my front wall as his thumb tortures my clit with rhythmic circles. My nails dig into his muscular ass as I pull him closer to me as he rolls his hips lazily.

“Such a good girl,” he says against my ear before licking the side of my neck. His mouth places a kiss against my skin before it’s replaced by his hand. He wraps his hand around my neck and gently squeezes.

Panic instantly sets in, and I try to fight him off. He shushes me, holding me still. “I told you I wanted you to see stars. Do you trust me?” he asks, his voice thick with desire.

I think about it for a moment. Do I trust Mateo? My brain is shouting obscene things at me, because I know I shouldn’t. But my stupid mouth opens and I say, “Yes.”

He drives his hips up into me, fucking me while his hand grips my neck. Every nerve ending in my body lights up as he continues to finger me and rub his thumb against my clit. All of the sensations are driving me crazy with desire.

Mateo squeezes my neck harder, taking my breath away. Black dots appear in my vision, and I see an explosion of the night sky. He wasn’t kidding about seeing stars. Just when I fear I’m going to black out, Mateo releases his hold, and I scream as the rush of oxygen hits my lungs and my orgasm slams into my body. I violently spasm around him, and he holds me close to him as he whispers into my ear, “That’s it, Aria. Come all over my cock like a good little girl.”

It's the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had in my life, and it feels like it’s going to destroy me from the inside out. I shatter into a million pieces, and I know I’ll never be the same after today.

Mateo’s fingers tighten on my hips almost to the point of pain as he thrusts into me, chasing his release. I can feel his cock spasming inside of my ass as he growls, slamming a hand onto the wood beside us to steady him and filling me up until his release spills out around his thick cock.

“Fuck, you were made for me,” he breathes against my neck.

We stay in that position for a while, our ragged breathing competing with the sound of the ocean beyond the shack. Mateo places a kiss on my bare shoulder before gently pulling out of me. I can feel his cum leaking down my thighs as I shudder from the sudden cold of not having his warmth pressing up against me.

My brain is trying to process everything that just happened as I stand there, shocked. Tears instantly form in my eyes, and I think all of my emotions are finally catching up with me. My body and mind have been on a rollercoaster in the past half an hour. A sob suddenly escapes from my mouth before I can stop it.

Mateo’s dark brows draw tight as he reaches for me. He wraps his arms around me, holding me as I cry against his chest. “It’s all right, mi corazón,” he whispers as he strokes my back soothingly.

I’ve never heard him call me that before. Sniffling, I look up at him and ask, “What does thatmean?”

He hesitates. And just when I think he’s not going to answer me, he finally says, “My heart.”

I open my mouth to speak, but he shuts me up by sealing his lips over mine. He pours all of his emotions into that kiss. And he doesn’t need to say anything else because that kiss tells me everything I need to know.