His Captive: A Revenge Marriage Romance

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by Cassandra Dee


  So I had to leave. I cut off all contact with the curvy girl, telling my doorman to screen her if she came by, act vague and say that I was out. And I was careful to avoid being seen for a while. I left for work early in the mornings and stayed at my other apartment most nights, so that no one caught me unawares.

  And it worked. I’ve spent a year without Evie now, without her hungry pussy wrapped around my cock, without feeling those heavy breasts in my palms, the nipples hard, the flesh soft and creamy. And even more, I haven’t heard her laugh, seen those pink pouty lips stretch in a smile, those brown eyes gaze into mine with love and lust.

  And fuck, but I hoped it wasn’t too late. A woman’s love is nothing to sneeze at and I’d been a fucker, leaving her with no warning, dropping off the edge of the Earth. So I had to take this opportunity to explain myself, confront her and make her see that what I’d done was actually best for her, for us as a couple.

  “Evie,” I ground out harshly, my mouth watering at the sight of the beautiful female. What the fuck was she wearing? It was some kind of blue thing, totally transparent, sleeveless, stopping just above her puss, showing her swimsuit underneath. How could she walk around campus half-naked like this? My hackles raised and my cock punched out. God, it was an automatic reaction for me around her, I was immediately aroused, turned on to the fucking max whenever in her vicinity.

  And the brunette spun slowly, her eyes widening, taking me in.

  “Mr. Phillips?” she breathed. Then a little louder, “Stone?”

  I growled, drawing her into my arms. We were just outside the pool complex with students streaming by, but I didn’t care.

  “Hey little girl,” I murmured into her hair, savoring the sweet scent of those brown curls. “I’ve missed you.”

  But despite the big boobs pressed against my chest, the quick, indrawn breaths, Evie stiffened, her back going ramrod straight.

  “What are you doing here?” she said in a loud whisper. “What the fuck? Where have you been?”

  I was expecting this and my arms tightened around her, becoming steel bands.

  “I get it,” I murmured into her hair, “I took off but it was for the better. I’m back now and we’ll work it out,” I said soothingly.

  But the little girl was a spitfire and wasn’t having it. She struggled, big boobs bouncing, pushing against my massive chest, eyes shooting sparks.

  “You get it?” she hissed, her face going slightly red. “Stone, you don’t get it at all. No matter where you’ve been, what you’ve been doing, I don’t care! You don’t just get to come back and say it’s okay. The world doesn’t work like that.”

  I was struggling to hold her, the miles of bouncing flesh so arousing, so tempting, but Evie was fighting hard. I wanted to close all distance between us, haul her up against my big form before tossing her in my car but stopped. Being arrested for abduction was not in the cards. So I let her go, both of us stepping back, eyeing each other warily, panting.

  “Evie,” I rumbled, holding a hand out to her. “Listen to me, let’s go somewhere we can talk and I’ll explain.”

  “Bullshit!” she hissed, looking at my outstretched hand like it was poison. “You’re not explaining anything! I have shit to do and you can’t just come waltzing in and disrupt everything!”

  I looked at her, my brows lowered in frustration.

  “What, what do you have to do? What’s more important than this, than us?” I gestured, frowning.

  And her breath hitched at the word ‘us.’

  “For your information, there’s no ‘us,’” she said haughtily. “And if you haven’t noticed, I have my swimsuit on and have a workout planned,” she said frozenly. “The sports facility is right here.”

  I eyed her up and down, my eyes tracing those creamy curves. I almost lost it then, I could hardly stand the fact that there was so much gorgeous, curvy flesh out in the open, barely shielded by that cover-up, dudes walking by blatantly checking my girl out, eating her up with their eyes.

  “What the fuck is wrong with you?” I growled, suddenly possessive. “You walk around campus naked like this all the time? Here,” I said, grabbing her towel out of her hands and draping it around her shoulders, “cover yourself, this outfit is fucking indecent.”

  And the girl gasped, fighting me, struggling under my hands, trying to brush the material off her shoulders, boobs jiggling, butt jouncing. But it was totally futile. I was intent on covering her up because no way, no how other guys were going to look at that delectable body. It belonged to me, that pussy, those tits, those thighs, they were mine.

  “What the fuck is wrong with you, Stone?” she gasped, eyes flaring, as she struggled and twisted, trying to throw me off. “You don’t get to come here and tell me what to do, what to wear, how to behave! You disappeared!” she hissed. “Disappeared without a trace and now you think you can come back and be the boss? Get a clue!” she spat.

  But before I could retort, campus security pulled up.

  “Ma’am,” said the officer, frowning, “This man bothering you?”

  I looked at the intruder and almost laughed. The guy was scrawny, maybe five five, riding a Segue like a mall cop policing a bunch of teens. Really? Get serious, I wasn’t threatened at all. He probably had pepper spray, not even a gun.

  But in the interest of keeping calm and not making a scene, I pulled the brunette close, plastering her to my side before dropping a kiss on the top of her head.

  “Officer, thanks for your interest but we’re fine,” I stated with a fake smile, giving Evie a little shake as she began to squirm again. “My girlfriend and I were just about to go for a swim at my house,” I rumbled, binding the brunette to me with an arm of steel.

  And as she struggled against me, curvy form wiggling, I reached down and pinched her ass, out of sight, clutching that hot, heavy flesh between two fingers, the twinging pressure making her gasp, her cheeks coloring.

  “Right Evie?” I said smoothly, smirking slightly. “We were just going for a swim.”

  And now my hand was stroking her ass, massaging the place I’d just pinched with warm fingers, soothing her, tracing hot circles.

  “That-that’s right,” Evie stammered, thrown for a loop and shooting a weak smile at the police officer. “My boy-boyfriend and I were just going for a swim.”

  And the sense of ownership that flooded me was immense, my chest puffed out, feeling like I was on top of the world. Hearing Evie say the word “boyfriend,” having that fat ass back in my grasp, only cemented my belief even further – that we were right together, that this little girl belonged to me and only me.

  So throwing another fake smile at the officer, I pulled Evie close to my big form and nuzzled her ear.

  “Ready to go, honey?” I rumbled, looking deep into her eyes. “Ready for some skinny-dipping at home?”

  And the girl gasped, her body pressed fully against me now, her nipples hard against my chest. You couldn’t have shone a flashlight between us, there wasn’t an inch of space, nary a crack. And was it my imagination or had her cunt just gushed, a slight spill of warmth hot against my leg. It had to be and I smirked again, pulling her tight against me.

  “Let’s go, baby girl,” I rumbled. “The pool’s heated and the sauna,” I said winking, “is even better.”

  By now our petite security officer was disgusted, maneuvering his Segue around, looking for other damsels in distress to help.

  “Keep it down,” he commanded imperiously from his perch. “Or else I’ll have to cite you next time.”

  And as he rolled off, Evie finally struggled out of my grasp, breathless, cheeks flushed, panting slightly.

  “You are really something,” she heaved, glaring at me. “You know that? You are really one ballsy motherfucker.”

  I smirked.

  “I aim to please,” I said smoothly. “And as for fucking? The only woman I’ll be fucking is you.”

  That made the brunette’s cheeks color, her tits heave up and do
wn with shallow, gaspy breaths.

  “What the hell is going on?” she managed, still panting slightly. “Seriously Stone, what is going on?”

  And suddenly I was somber too.

  “Evie, I want to explain,” I said, hand out. “But I can’t do it here, in front of the Aquaplex with a million people walking by. Come to my house, we’ll talk about it there,” I said persuasively. “And I wasn’t lying, I do have a pool out back.”

  The girl stared at me suspiciously then. State was in the center of town in a ritzy area, and it wasn’t often that people could afford a house, much less a house with a pool. But then again, Evie didn’t know who I really was, my entire backstory.

  “Listen,” I said. “I promise that if you hear me out and hate everything about me, I’ll never bother you again.” I stepped back, both hands up as if waving a white flag. “Just give me this chance,” I added, fixing my gaze on her, already drowning in those warm caramel depths. “Just one chance.”

  And the girl scrutinized me, taking in my supplication, before nodding slowly.

  “Okay, but I have class in an hour, so I’ve gotta be back before then,” she said carefully. I could tell she was just being cautious, that she didn’t want to give in entirely. But it was enough for me, the opening was more than sufficient, and I smiled at the girl genuinely.

  “You won’t regret it,” I rumbled, turning to escort her to my car. “I promise, you won’t.”

  And I had every intention of making good on my word. Because I loved Evie, she was mine and I was hers … I just had to make her see it.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  Evie

  I gasped as we pulled up to the big stone house. Because it wasn’t even really a house, it was a mansion. Acres and acres of manicured lawns surrounded the imposing building with a fountain in front, a big circular drive, and a huge, sparkling infinity pool that dropped off to the horizon on the side.

  “Is- is this all yours?” I stammered. My spidey sense had been tingling for the last fifteen minutes because the car Stone drove was no mere car. It was a luxury sports car, a top of the line silver Jag with all the accoutrements, buttery leather interiors and touchscreen displays, a motor that hummed like it was pure sex itself, rumbling with a deep growl.

  And Stone could tell how shocked I was, how arousing I found it all

  “Like what you see, baby?” he asked silkily. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you drive it.”

  And I colored, my knees drifting apart as if he’d just touched me, his warm words gusting against my cunt. The big man laughed, attuned to every inch of my body, every shiver of sensation that coursed through my frame.

  “Oh I’ll let you drive it and then some,” he growled, eying me hungrily. “This gearshift is good for something, don’t you agree?” he asked, his big hand stroking the ten-inch protrusion, the knob a gleaming silver, curved just so.

  And to my shame, heat coursed through me again, my pussy tingling, electricity running through my pelvic region, making me wet. Oh my god, Stone was so fucking dirty and I loved it. What could we do with the gearshift? Hump it? Wipe my kitty all over the knob, bearing down until it slipped inside, my pussy lips parting over the sleek metal? Oh fuck, I was a dirty bitch, a horny little girl. And reading my body like a master, the big man just laughed again, eyes wicked.

  “That’s right, and I have even more planned,” he ground out, devouring my plump form, my swimsuit suddenly so hot, tight and uncomfortable. “But first, we need to talk.”

  And I almost died then. I was so desperate at this point that I wanted Stone to fuck me right here, in this little cab of a car, take me, use me, make me his cumslut once more. But the big man was already shutting off the car and getting out, striding to my side before opening the door and hauling me out into his arms.

  “Mmm,” he breathed. “I’ve missed you little girl.”

  And that made me come back to my senses. Because Stone had disappeared for a year with no trace, breaking my heart and now he was back, playing with me, toying with me, making me want him within twenty minutes of reappearing. Shame coursed through me. How could I be so weak, so spineless?

  So I took a deep breath and squared my shoulders, looking him straight in the eye.

  “We do need to talk,” I confirmed. “Like adults, no ass-pinching, no name-calling.”

  The big man quirked an eyebrow at me.

  “You didn’t like the butt stroke, baby?” he drawled. “I could swear you liked it, and besides, I never call you anything … except in bed.”

  And I colored again.

  “The past is the past,” I said stiffly, trying my best to shoot him a glare. “We’re here to talk.”

  And Stone smiled secretively before bowing at the waist, gesturing towards the house with a flourish.

  “After you,” he rumbled, eyes dancing.

  I ignored his dramatic ways, making my way to the huge double doors of the mansion. And when they swung open, I gasped again because the interior was magnificent, straight out of Architectural Digest or another decorator’s magazine. White couches were scattered about a massive living space complete with two flat screen TVs, parquet floors, and even a small bar with ornate wood paneling and countless high-end liquors. I was astonished, my eyes growing wide at the luxury.

  “Beautiful, isn’t it?” remarked Stone. “Plus, there’s this,” he said, fingers flying over a remote.

  And I watched, stunned, as the drapes drew back on motorized wheels to reveal floor to ceiling windows, showing off the manicured grounds behind the house as well as the infinity pool, the blue water glowing with interior lights, almost too beautiful to swim in.

  But Stone was having none of it.

  “Come on,” he said, opening the patio door and pulling me outside. “We might as well sit by the pool as we chat, it’s gorgeous and honey, you look delectable in that swimsuit,” he remarked, throwing another grin my way.

  I flushed.

  “We’re talking business,” I admonished, trying to keep things kosher. “Strictly business,” I reminded.

  And the big man shot me a broad smile before sitting down on a lounger, gesturing for me to do the same.

  “Of course,” he said, eyebrow quirked. “I wouldn’t think otherwise. Now what did you want to talk about?” he said innocently.

  And I exhaled with impatience.

  “Stone,” I said, exasperated suddenly. “Let’s start with the obvious. Where have you been? Why did you disappear without a word? Especially after- after,” and here I choked, “after you took my virginity?”

  The big man was serious then, his blue eyes darkening into a stormy grey, looking at me with feeling, with fervor.

  “Honey,” he said quietly. “I wanted to do what was best for us and leaving was best,” he stated. “I know it was sudden, that I gave you no advance warning but trust me, the less contact we had, the better.”

  I shook my head, disagreeing.

  “Whatever your reasons, they couldn’t have justified leaving me like that,” I said slowly. “Who does that? Who takes a girl’s virginity and then beats feet out of town?”

  Stone sighed.

  “I know this is going to be tough to understand, but I was doing it for you, Evie,” he said gently. “When you came over for dinner, suddenly I realized we’d entered new territory and the stakes were high. Real high.”

  I still didn’t get it.

  “Like they weren’t high before?” I asked, shaking my head. “I mean, we were fucking on an air mattress in an empty classroom, if we’d been caught, it would have been disaster for your career.”

  And Stone nodded slowly.

  “That’s true, but I wasn’t thinking about my career,” he chose his words carefully. “I was thinking about my heart.”

  Suddenly my pulse was pounding, the beating in my chest so thunderous my hearing was muffled, the world spinning on its axis.

  And Stone turned to me, his blue eyes full of feeling.

>   “Baby,” he said quietly. “When you came over for dinner I realized this wasn’t some lunchtime fuck, this wasn’t some dalliance that I was going to shrug off with no emotions. You were so amazing, so gorgeous, so perfect, I wanted to bury myself in you, keep you with me, make you mine, and that shook me to my core. It shouldn’t have, but it did.”

  I was so overwhelmed by his words that I just stared at him with wide eyes. I was perfect? Gorgeous? Stone wanted to make me his? Oh god, it was beyond my wildest dreams, I could hardly believe my ears. I’d thought Stone was going to offer some lame excuses like “I was really busy” or even “my grandmother died,” but instead he was declaring himself. Stone Phillips was speaking words that I’d never heard a man say before and my heart jumped into my mouth.

  But something still didn’t jive and I was cautious after a year apart.

  “Stone,” I said slowly, “if I meant all that to you, then your actions make even less sense. If that was true, that I should have been the first person you told when you left town, the first person you reached out to. Why would you ghost someone you loved?”

  And finally the words were said, they were out in the open. I half-expected Stone to deny that he loved me, that that was an overstatement, but the big man didn’t fight it. He just nodded soberly, blue eyes clear, acknowledging the truth, the rightness of my words.

  “I know honey,” he said quietly. “It makes no sense, but trust me, I did it for you,” he said softly.

  “For me?” I repeated, dumbfounded, my cheeks coloring. “Don’t turn this around,” I warned. “There was nothing worse than realizing you’d left town without a word. Do you know how depressed I was, how miserable, how I’ve been walking around in a fog for an entire year?”

  And the big man reached a hand out, taking my small palm in his, his fingers square and warm around mine.

  “Honey, there’s not a day that I don’t think about it,” he said roughly, emotion filling his voice. “But the problem is that you’re a terrible liar. Every emotion, every feeling can be read on your face, you’re an open book baby and if someone asked you, you’d give everything away.”

 

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