Stolen Wife

by Carina Blake

  “How wet you are for me.”

  “I’m not wet,” she protests way too loudly.

  “No?” I dip my head a little, my lips nearly brushing the side of hers.

  “No.” Her voice shakes.

  “You have a terrible poker face, but that’s okay. I’ll just see for myself.” She doesn’t stop me, and I’m not sure if she’s too afraid or maybe just a tad bit curious. Either way, I have a point to prove and a need to satisfy. I slide my fingers up her thigh, watching her pupils dilate. Slowly, I inch my hand up, creeping under the soft material, and drag it down. My mouth waters as I stare at her bare mound that glistens for me. My thick, calloused fingers part her seam, pressing gently against her heat. She shivers, but she doesn’t take her eyes off me.

  “You are a beautiful little liar. Still. I don’t like liars. I can’t trust someone who lies to me.” I pump one finger inside of her, and fucking hell, she’s tight. Did he really fuck her or not? Pencil dick bastard. I’m going to hurt her when I do take her cunt.

  “Well, I don’t like you, so you will have to cope with it.”

  I shake my head in amusement. I’m an expert at coping. I’ve had two long years of coping. My thumb rolls over her clit, eliciting a moan from her lips. Step one: get her addicted to my touch. Everything else will hopefully come in time.

  “Fine, beautiful. Let me know when you’re done coping, and I’ll help you out.” I pull my fingers out of her slit. She gasps, and I know I won this round. She wanted to come on my fingers so badly.

  I step back and walk out of the bathroom with a smile. I can’t fucking do her until I know that she’s clean and not pregnant. I want to dive into her pussy and breed her myself.

  Her voice carries as she curses me out. Good. I wipe my hands on a dirty shirt and toss it in the laundry before leaving the room again.

  THE REST OF THE DAY passes by quickly as I deal with other issues with my business. Selfishly, I personally brought her dinner up, but I didn’t stay to join her. The vision would be too tantalizing. I climb up the stairs to check on Giada. She’s lying in bed watching a movie.

  “So good to see you,” she mutters as if she missed me. I think she just misses human contact that isn’t violent.

  “Sorry, I had to work. Did you eat your dinner?”

  “I did.” Her eyes remain on the TV.

  “I hope it was good.”

  She turns her upper body and looks at me with her lips twisted. “It’s definitely better than that shit they fed me there, but honestly that’s not saying much.”

  I ignore her bad attitude because I just love that she’s talking to me at all after leaving her hanging this morning. “Anything good on?”

  “I haven’t seen any television in over six months. It’s nice to just put on something ridiculous to watch.”

  I love that bit of honesty. “That I understand more than you know.”

  “That’s right. Two years in prison. I thought they got all the luxuries that most average working people didn’t.”

  I take a seat on the bench and take off my shoes. “They do, for the most part. However, I wanted out, so I traded my time out of my cell for time working on my company from inside prison and finding out who set me up.”

  “Do you know who did it? Never mind. It’s not like you’d tell me.”

  She’s so damn wrong about that. My feelings for her grow every damn hour that passes. “If I knew definitively, I would. I can say that I believe it’s someone close to me.”

  “Rafael?”

  I nod, taking off my tie and setting it down on the chair. “Yes, but he couldn’t pull it off on his own.”

  “I can believe it. If it’s terribly cruel, then it’s up his alley.”

  “Thank you. How about we get some sleep and then we can talk in the morning?” I finish removing my clothes down to my boxers and tee shirt.

  “You’re going to sleep with me?” she gasps, and I’m not sure if it’s a good gasp or a fearful one, so I take the latter and reassure her.

  “Just sleep.”

  She crosses her arms, pauses, and then asks, “Do you have a girlfriend or a mistress like Rafael?” It’s almost as if she’s offended that I don’t plan on fucking her.

  I need to create some emotional distance since we’re going to be physically so close. “No. I’m just a man on a mission. Don’t try to use sex to get me to let you go. I promise it’s not going to work and will piss me off.”

  “I’m not the one slipping their fingers in places where they don’t belong. Excuse me.” She hops off the bed and goes to the bathroom.

  She closes the door, and then I hear some movement and she comes back. “I have a problem. It’s my time of the month.”

  “Shit. Okay. Give me one minute.” I jump out of the bed, slipping my pants back on and rush out of the room with my phone in hand, waking Rita up. When I get to her room, she hands me two square thin little packets for tonight, and she promises to get more in the morning. “Thank you.”

  I’m up the stairs two steps at a time. “Are these okay? We’ll get you some more in the morning.”

  “Thank you.” She goes back in there with a pair of clean underwear from the bag. I’m kind of glad that she has extras. When she comes out about five minutes later, she’s a bit unnerved.

  “Are you upset?” She bites her lip and avoids eye contact.

  “Why would I be?” If anything, I’m doing cartwheels in my head. She’s not pregnant, at least that we can tell.

  “Because I probably made a mess on the bed.”

  “Oh, shit. I haven’t even looked.” My thoughts were all about making her happy and hoping she wasn’t in pain, but I hadn’t thought of a mess. Frankly, I wouldn’t care. I move the covers, but there isn’t any blood anywhere, not even on the blanket. “Seems like we dodged that one. Come back to bed.”

  “Um...Okay.” She climbs back in and I wrap her up in my arms.

  “Get some sleep, Giada.”

  “Goodnight, Santino.”

  “Goodnight,” I whisper, brushing my lips on the top of her head.

  Chapter Eight

  Giada

  I wake up with my head on Santino’s chest. It’s strange sleeping with any man, but it feels so incredible to be wrapped up in his arms. The soft sound of his breathing fascinates me. Could I be falling for him? No, it’s probably just the fact that someone is being kind, who also happens to be sexy. It’s nothing more than my hormones going wild. Remembering how he reacted to my period reminds me that I need to go change myself.

  I cross my fingers, hoping I didn’t have any accidents while I slept. I creep out of bed and hurry to the bathroom. Thankfully I didn’t ruin another pair of underwear, so once I’m good to go, I step out of the bathroom.

  Santino’s still sleeping and he looks unbelievably sexy. I can’t believe how gorgeous he is. His tee shirt rode up during the night, revealing just the slightest bit of his rock-hard abs. They are lickable, and my mouth waters with the tantalizing idea of thanking him for his kindness. The way I feel around him is so hard to explain. It’s like he’s awakened a lustful side, even though I should be running.

  The more I want to run away, the more I want him to give chase. After he left me hanging, I nearly died, but I realized that he stopped because he wasn’t trying to force me. The idea that sex was more than just a man getting his rocks off wasn’t a novel idea. It’s just something I haven’t experienced. I see something gentle in Santino. That despite everything, I don’t believe he’d hurt me, at least not physically.

  He’s my captor, my abductor, but he’s also my hero. Today I would have met the fate Rafael and his father had in store for me. My period came like it always does, and they would have gotten rid of me so Rafael could pick a replacement. I shiver and can’t stop thinking about it. Whoever that girl will be, she has my pity.

  “Are you okay?” Santino’s deep voice breaks through my thoughts. I look up at him, and he’s leaning on his elbow, mee
ting my eyes.

  “Yes, sorry. I didn’t want to wake you up.”

  “Shit, your face still looks pretty damn bad.” He brushes my hair out of the way, cupping my jaw and turning my head to get a better look at the damage.

  I blush from the embarrassment. Even though he knows what happened, it doesn’t make it any less uncomfortable. It’s nice that I really haven’t seen more than two people since I arrived. I can’t take all these strangers seeing and judging. “It hurts, but it’s getting better. The pain isn’t as intense.”

  “I have medicine in the cabinet. Please take some and try to get some sleep. Our food should be ready in about half an hour.”

  I walk back into the bathroom and find some Advil. I grab a couple of liquid gel capsules, walk back out to the bedroom, and then pick up a bottle of water to wash the pills down.

  Feeling tired, I crawl back in bed and seamlessly, Santino wraps me up in his arms. I’m sure that he just needs the comfort of holding a woman. I’m not sure if he’s gotten lucky with any women since he’s gotten out, but after two years, I’m betting he’s a horny mess. His hard cock digs into my ass, and I don’t even try to move.

  “Sorry he’s not behaving. It’s been an awfully long time.” My chest clenches at that revelation.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be. I’m a big boy.”

  “I can see. Or rather I can feel.”

  “That’s not helping. I’m about to come in my boxers.” He chuckles, and the sound rushes through me like a jolt of energy so damn intense that I’m horny as well. I want more of it.

  I spin around in his arms and I reach out, rubbing his shaft through the material. I want to please him. “You don’t have to do that,” he stammers, but he doesn’t pull my hand away.

  “I want to do it.” I stroke him, but it’s not enough. I want to see him come because of me. Reaching inside, I pull out his cock. He lowers his boxers just enough to give my hand the room it needs. “Fuck, I’m going to come fast as hell, Giada. God, Giada,” he groans as my hand picks up pace. He’s so thick and long that I rotate and straddle his thighs. Then using both hands, I work his massive meat. He reaches up and pulls my blouse over my head. His hands go straight to my breasts, squeezing them. I’m moaning and arching into his grasp.

  “You’re so fucking sexy. I want to come all over and in you.” My pussy’s throbbing, and I wish I didn’t have my period or I’d slide down him and let him show me how sex should be.

  He jerks in my hands, squirting jets of cum all over my fingers and his belly. My hands are a sticky mess, but he takes his hands and smears his cum on my stomach and chest. “If I can’t breed you, I’m certainly going to mark you.”

  “Give me your mouth.” He slides his hand around my head and drags my body down onto his before kissing me fiercely. “Soon, I’m going to put my baby in here.” His hand splays on my belly. Despite everything, I want that. I don’t know how we’ll even survive when Rafael learns of it, but at the moment I don’t care.

  A knock at the door interrupts our kissing. “Yes?”

  “Breakfast.”

  “One minute.” He lifts me off of him like I weigh nothing and sets me on my feet, and then he stands too. Swatting my ass, he growls, “Get your naked ass in the shower. I’ll be there.” He slips on some pants and a shirt, opening the door after I dash into the bathroom. A minute later, he sneaks into the bathroom, disrobing as quickly as possible.

  “You shouldn’t be in here. I’m showering.”

  “Well, you shouldn’t make me come, but it’s not going to stop me from helping you get nice and clean.”

  His mouth goes to my neck. “Santino,” I moan. He reaches around, twisting and pulling on my nipples. It shoots straight to my aching pussy. His fingers move, dipping lower. “You shouldn’t. I’m...”

  “I know, but I don’t care.” He cups my mound as the shower beats down on my body. His finger slips past my entrance and he strums my pearl, making me cry out. I’ve never come before. “I want to hear you come. I want you to know what I’m going to give you every chance I can. Orgasm after orgasm.” He pushes in deeper, stretching me, and it hurts but in an incredibly good way. I lean back on his chest and let him work magic on my pussy. “You’re going to come for your man, aren’t you?”

  “Yes, please.”

  “Tell me you need it, Giada.” He growls in my ear and I come apart in his arms, experiencing my first orgasm. My body’s shaking hard against his. “God, that’s sexy. Next time, I want you facing the mirror so I can watch you as you come for me.” He pulls his fingers from me and then we wash up. His dick is hard again, but he keeps it away from me as much as he can. “Now we’re even. We have breakfast out there getting cold. And if you learn one thing from Rita, it’s that she gets pissy if you don’t eat her food when it’s ready.”

  He kisses my cheek and steps out of the shower first, wrapping a towel around his waist. I rinse off and he hands me one. Thankfully, he leaves me so I can pee. After five more minutes, I’m back in the bedroom with a robe around me and a towel in my hair.

  We’re in the middle of eating breakfast when he says, “The doctor will be here to check on you soon.”

  “You called a doctor?” Apprehension runs through me because if someone else sees me they might tell Rafael where I am.

  “Yes. Well, he was there when I brought you home.” That’s some relief.

  “Oh. Um. Okay.” I haven’t had a physical since before I married Rafael, and it was to make sure I was truly a virgin. Santino, I’m guessing, wants to make sure I’m clean from STDs. And I can’t blame him. Hell, it’s something I’ve worried about since being with Rafael.

  “Listen. I have to run some errands. Be good and watch some movies.”

  Immediately my ire’s raised. I thought he’d be different and I’m crestfallen. “Am I ever going to be let out of our room?”

  “Yes. Just not yet. I don’t know if he thinks I took you. So until I’m sure, you’ll have to stay here.”

  “Do you promise?”

  “Would you believe me if I did promise?”

  “I’m not sure.” I can’t determine the change in his expression. It’s as if he’s almost closed himself off to me, emotionally.

  “Then why should I bother even saying it. Excuse me. I have to make some calls.” Did what I say upset him? Does he expect me to believe him? Should I?

  “Have fun,” I remark petulantly.

  “Hardly.” He gives me his own attitude spurs on more sass from me.

  I toss my hair over my shoulder as I brush it. Glaring at him, I hiss, “Then don’t.”

  “I like it when you’re feisty.” He smiles and then leaves. I nearly melt from that look. He’s going to turn me into a simpering fool if I’m not careful.

  An hour later, Santino comes back into the room with a bag, and he’s not alone. A handsome older man enters. “Hello, Giada. You are looking better.”

  “I’m afraid you have me at a disadvantage.”

  “I’m Dr. Francisco Reynaldo. Please take a seat over on the bench so I can get a better look at you.” I do as he commands while Santino looks on.

  The doctor takes my vitals and then brings out a needle and several vials. “Shit.”

  “What’s wrong?”

  “I hate needles.” Tears well up in my eyes.

  Santino comes to my side and holds my hand. “Look at me, okay? I promise that it won’t be that bad.” I stare into his beautiful honey-colored eyes, and I barely feel the pinch. “It’s almost over.” Santino’s thumb brushes over my cheek, easing the tension.

  After everything that I’ve been through, it’s surprising that I’m afraid of needles. “There, Giada. Now, I just have one more thing for you to do.” He waves a clear cup with a blue lid. “You don’t need to fill it completely.”

  “But, I have...Well, I have my period.”

  “That’s fine. Start your stream and then catch a small sample.”

 
“Thank you.” I stand up and take the cup.

  It’s awkward, knowing that they both know what I’m doing, but when I come out, Santino’s not there. “Sorry, he had a call he had to take. So I have a few personal questions that I need to ask you.”

  “Go ahead.” He reads off a list of medical questions, making notations. When I peek at the file on his tablet, the name for the patient isn’t mine, but I’m guessing that’s just in case someone starts asking questions.

  Santino comes back and walks the doctor out. “I’m going to take a nap,” I tell him. Suddenly with the blood taken, I’m extra tired.

  Chapter Nine

  Santino

  “Santino, don’t worry. I’ll have the results to you by tomorrow under a different name. Nothing I tell you will be shared with anyone you don’t want,” Francisco says as we walk down the stairs.

  “Thanks, Rey,” I say, shaking his hand.

  “No problem. She’s sweet, and I hope that everything comes out well.”

  “Me too. Me too.” After he leaves, I go upstairs to check on Giada. She’s sleeping softly, and I’m lost in how beautiful she is. The past two days have been insane. I need Giada more than I ever expected to need anyone before.

  I cover her up and head back downstairs to work. It’s hard to do, but she needs as much rest as she can get. Once I have the all clear, I doubt I’ll give her a good night’s sleep again.

  LOOKING AT THE CLOCK, it’s now after four. The day flew by so fast I forgot about lunch. I hope Rita brought something up to Giada. I’m about to summon Rita when my phone rings. I scoop it off my desk and bring it to my ear and say, “Santino Marchetti speaking.”

  “Brother, it’s good to know you’re out.” I hold back the bile that rises in my throat. “Where’s my wife?”

  I’d love to slam his head into the ground right now, but I have to keep it together. “Wow. What a fucking greeting! I don’t know where your wife is. Why would you think I’d know anyway?”

  “Dad told me how you were eye fucking the little whore.” Of course he told him. I have a lesson to teach that old bastard soon. You never put your hands on a woman like that—especially my woman.