“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.
My cock may think that’s a perfect plan, but I’m not that much of an asshole.
I probably shouldn’t have made her strip, or fucking touched her to begin with.
In my defense, I had to be sure they hadn’t harmed her, had to see with my own eyes there wasn’t any lasting damage to her body.
Once I got my hands on her, caressing her delicate skin and bringing her to
climax had been instinctual. Watching her let go, embrace the pleasure I could give her, and forget about the world around her, made my cock ache and my heart light. I had sensed her attraction to me earlier, and I needed to see how she’d respond to my touch. Her wet cunt squeezing my fingers in orgasm told me all I needed to know.
Never in a million years would I have thought Lily was a virgin. A fucking virgin. Even though I’ve had my fingers in her tight pussy and felt her barrier, I still can’t believe no one’s ever fucked her. Miracle.
Lily’s innocence has me wanting to both corrupt and protect her in equal measure. Nothing is stopping me from doing both. She’s the type of woman I’ve been unknowingly searching for. Cultured. Intelligent. Untouched. It’s just my
luck that I find her in a fucking Hong Kong brothel.
She’s mine now.
And I protect what’s mine.
