Capture Me: The Complete Trilogy

Chapter 19

19Lucas

I enter the bathroom and close the door in a controlled motion, making sure it doesn’t slam too hard. Control—that’s what I need right now.

Control and distance from her.

My c**k is like a spike in my jeans, my balls so full I feel like I could blow any second. I’ve never come so close to f*****g a woman and then stopped.

I’ve never denied myself something I wanted so badly.

She had been right there, stretched out underneath me, her long, slender body naked and vulnerable. I could’ve f****d her any way I chose, taking my rage out on her delicate flesh while slaking the hunger plaguing me for so long.

Instead, I let her go.

Son of a f*****g b***h.

I stare in the mirror, seeing the fury and frustration on my face. She wanted me—I felt how wet she was, how her body was responding to me—and I still let her go.

Despite my body’s burning need, I couldn’t bring myself to rape her.

Disgusted with my weakness, I look away, running my hand over my short hair. Rape is no worse than the crimes I’ve committed in recent years. In Esguerra’s service, I’ve killed and tortured both men and women, and I’ve felt no qualms. Taking Yulia should’ve been the easiest thing in the world—I’ve dreamed of f*****g her every night over the last two months—yet I stopped myself.

I stopped myself because the terror in her voice had been real, and I couldn’t ignore it.

Gritting my teeth, I lift my shirt and examine my ribcage. There’s no blood where Yulia’s weapon grazed me, but there is an angry red scratch. She had probably been aiming for my kidney. If I hadn’t been fast enough, I would be bleeding out in hellish pain on that floor—assuming she didn’t slit my throat immediately. As it is, my jaw throbs where her foot struck me, reminding me how treacherous—and dangerous—she is.

It would’ve been smarter to leave her with the Russians.

No. As soon as the thought crosses my mind, my entire body tenses in rejection. Now that I finally have her in my possession, the idea of someone else tormenting her is unbearable. Everything inside me screams that she’s mine—mine to f**k, mine to punish in any way I choose.

Nobody else will lay hands on her ever again.

Unzipping my jeans, I pull out my engorged c**k and close my fist around it. Squeezing my eyes shut, I imagine that I’m inside her and it’s her inner walls gripping my d**k so tightly.

With the pornographic images filling my mind, it takes less than a minute for me to come, my seed spurting into the clean white bowl of the sink.