Chapter 13
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13Yulia
“You f****d me without a condom again,” I say when I can find the breath to speak. I’m lying next to Lucas, my head resting on his shoulder as I wait for my galloping heartbeat to slow.
My captor chuckles, the sound a masculine rumble in his chest. “Oh, yes. I forgot about your million diseases. Well, you’ll be glad to hear that I got the test results back from Goldberg, and you only have crabs.”
“What?” Horrified, I jerk to a sitting position, but he’s already laughing, deep guffaws escaping his throat as he sits up as well.
“You asshole!” Furious, I grab a pillow and smack him with it, wishing it had a brick inside it. “That’s not funny!”
Laughing even harder, Lucas grabs me and wrestles me back down to the mattress, rolling on top of me to hold me in place. With maddening ease, he captures my wrists, pinning them above my head as he subdues my kicking legs with his powerful thighs. “Actually,” he says, grinning, “I thought it was hilarious.”
“Oh, really?” Unable to throw Lucas off, I use the only weapon I have left. Lifting my head, I sink my teeth into the muscular junction between his shoulder and neck.
“Ouch! You little animal.” Transferring my wrists into his left hand, he fists my hair with his right, pulling my head down on the mattress. To my annoyance, he’s still grinning, not the least bit fazed by the red mark my teeth left on his skin. “You shouldn’t have done that.”
“Is that right?” Despite my helpless position, the old memories are dormant, leaving me free to focus on my anger. “Why’s that?”
“Because”—he lowers his head, bringing his mouth close to my ear—“you made me want you.” And raising his head to meet my gaze, he nudges his hardening c**k against my thigh, leaving no doubt of his meaning.
Incredulous, I stare at him, seeing the now-familiar glow of heat in his wintry eyes. “Are you kidding me? Again?”
“Yes, beautiful.” His mouth curves in a darkly carnal smile as he wedges his knee between my thighs, forcing them open. “Again and again.”
It’s well over an hour before I’m able to take refuge in the bathroom and gather my scattered thoughts. My body is sore and aching, worn out by the endless orgasms, and the residue of s*x is crusted on my thighs. After I take care of my most pressing needs, I turn on the shower to take a quick rinse.
Before I can get in, the door opens and Lucas steps in, still fully nude. “Good idea,” he says, glancing at the running water. “Let’s go in.”
Horrified, I gape at my insatiable jailer. “You can’t possibly.”
He grins, white teeth flashing. “I could, but I won’t. I know you need a break. Come here, baby.” Grasping my arm, he pulls me into the stall. “It’s just a shower, I promise.”
He’s true to his word, his big hands soaping me without lingering more than a few moments on my breasts and s*x. Even so, I’m aware of a slow heated pulse between my thighs as he washes me thoroughly, his fingers sliding between my folds and up into the crevice of my ass. Shocked, I clench my buttocks as the tip of his finger presses into that hole, and he lets out a soft laugh, releasing me when I push at him.
“All right, I can wait,” he says agreeably, and I turn away, my stomach roiling at the knowledge that it’s only a matter of time before he takes me that way too, regardless of my thoughts on the matter.
Thankfully, Lucas finishes washing himself quickly and steps out of the stall. “Come out when you’re ready,” he says as he towels off, and then he’s gone, leaving me alone in the shower.
Exhausted, I slump against the wall, letting the water beat down on my chest. My n*****s are painfully sensitive, as is my swollen, aching s*x. Prior to meeting Lucas, I had no idea that pleasure could be so draining, that it could take everything out of me, both physically and mentally. I can’t resist him, and it has nothing to do with the fact that he’s my captor.
Even if I were free, I’d never be able to deny him.
Protection in exchange for s*x. The words circle through my mind, filling me with a confusing mix of outrage and longing. Is it possible he meant it? Did he really bring me halfway across the globe to be his s*x toy?
It seems ridiculous—except I felt the strength of his desire for me. Even now, my body aches from his relentless passion. Would Lucas really do that? Let bygones be bygones and simply keep me if I tell him about my agency? When I was thinking of establishing a bond with him earlier, I was hoping to buy myself some time without pain and a shot at escape before I’m killed. However, if what he says is true, my not-so-terrible captivity could go on indefinitely—or at least until Esguerra demands my head on a platter.
No matter what Lucas says about favors owed, I don’t believe his boss will spare me forever. Sooner or later, Esguerra will want to get his pound of flesh, and then I’m dead. And even if, by some miracle, Lucas really can protect me, he won’t do so for long.
He’ll throw me to the wolves once he realizes I’m not going to give him the answers he seeks.
Straightening away from the wall, I turn off the water and step out of the stall. As I towel off, I try to figure out if this turn of events changes anything and decide that it doesn’t.
All it means is I’ve gotten incredibly lucky.
I will have time to plan my escape.
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