“How come no one’s ever fucked your gorgeous body before?” he asks conversationally. I look up into his face, which no longer seems cold. With every gentle stroke against my clit, my body is betraying me.

“I never met any man I wanted touching me,” I admit breathlessly.

“Do you like me touching you?” he whispers lazily into my ear as he nuzzles

my neck.

Before I can answer, he slowly slides his fingers partially out of my sex, before sliding them back in, all the while continuing to tease my clit.

“No,” I lie as my sex floods with pleasure, wetting the man’s fingers with my cream.

“Liar,” he replies amused, continuing his ministration. “Well, I certainly enjoy touching you.”

I attempt to swallow a moan as his fingers begin to increase their rhythmic

movement and tighten my hold on him as pleasure overtakes my body.

“Sir.” I cry out, not being able to stop myself as my hips buck greedily against his hand.

The hand fondling my ass moves up my back and into my hair, fisting it and

directing my mouth to his. He nips my lower lip, and when I open, he takes over.

His tongue probes my mouth in the same manner his fingers are possessing my

sex.

My heart is pounding, and I’m breathless as he ends the kiss. The man takes

his fingers, wet with my juices, and places them on my lips. His eyes spark with passion as I obediently open my mouth and suck them clean, tasting my own

salty-tang for the first time.

I melt further. Fuck!

The man pulls his hand away from my mouth, but not before I’m able to take

another nibble, and his eyes flash amusement.

“You’ll be begging me to fuck you before the night is out,” he tells me confidently. The man moves his hand out of my hair and down my back to caress my ass lightly while the fingers I had just sucked grasp my breast.

“No.” I shake my head in denial and attempt to step back—away from danger. “Never.”

“I can be very persistent.” His soft lips descend on mine, barely touching as he teases me with phantom-like kisses. Uncontrollably I lean forward, wanting to feel the full pressure of his mouth on mine, but he pulls away, his eyes alive with desire. “I can also be very patient.”

I back away, confused and anxious with unwanted desire.

My thoughts and feelings war against each other. I can’t possibly like this man; I should be afraid of him. But his touch sends a calming warmth through

me, and all I want to do is get lost in his arms, his touch, scent, and taste. But he is my captor—my enemy.

A small voice in my head argues, But he didn’t kidnap you. He is not the reason you are here. And he cannot be too bad; he hasn’t struck you or forced himself on you. He’s only touched you, which you can’t deny you enjoyed.

“When was the last time you ate?” The man breaks me out of my thoughts,

and I look over to see him pulling his shirttails from his pants.

“What?” I ask, stepping further away. My gaze locks on his large fingers—

the ones that had just been inside of me—as he begins fumbling with the tiny buttons.

“When did you eat?” He shrugs out of the shirt, leaving him in a tight-fitting white t-shirt. Stepping forward, he cups my cheek gently, sending a spark of warmth through me. His thumb touches my lip which I didn’t realize I’m biting, and he comments casually, “You must be hungry.”

“I stole some crab cakes.”

“Good choice.” He removes his hand from my face and holds out his shirt.

“Put this on. You’re a beautiful distraction, Princess.”

“Thank you.” I take the well-starched garment, quickly putting it on and doing up as many buttons as possible. The sleeves dangle past my wrists and luckily the shirt is long enough to cover my ass.

With the shirt covering me, I begin feeling more comfortable. More myself.

Safer.

“What would you like to eat?” he asks, moving over toward the bedside table

where a house phone sits. “I’ll call down for something.”

Food. Real American food. Sounds like heaven.

“I’d kill for a burger and fries,” I tell him, moving to sit on one of the chairs at the small round table in the corner. “Or a meat lovers pizza.”

Eyebrows shoot up on the man’s face as a smile appears. “Meat lovers?”

The innuendo isn’t lost on me, and I stammer quickly, “A hamburger.”

Picking up the phone, he speaks perfect Mandarin into it—I don’t understand

a word.

Why did I take fucking French?

5

FINN

F uck! I thought having Lily cover up her gorgeous, tight little body would make her less distracting— enticing. But seeing her sitting here in nothing but my shirt has me wanting to toss her onto the bed and fuck her right now.