Kira
I’m let out of my room again in the morning, but I have breakfast alone. Miguel is nowhere to be found, and I dare not try his office again. I’ve discovered my new guard is Lyle, Jarred’s brother, and they are both Miguel’s cousins.
He follows me downstairs and into the living room. He stands at the door while I curl up on the sofa, turning on the television. It’s still on the Spanish drama channel I left it on the other day, and I just try to vegetate on the sofa, trying not to think of anything. I can’t help it, though-the thought of Raphael being confused and sad that I’m not there is too much for me to bear.
Tears fill my eyes, and I sniff, trying to keep them at bay. I wipe furiously at my eyes, but they keep falling until I start sobbing, first quietly, then louder. I just want to hold my son in my arms and make sure he is taken care of. It’s all I’ve wanted from the day I found out I was pregnant, and no one, not Miguel or my father, could stop me.
I hear the front door open and close.
“What happened?” I hear Miguel’s voice.
“I don’t know, she came here and was watching a show, and then she started sobbing.”
I hear footsteps and look up, the tears streaming down my face.
“What’s wrong?” Miguel demands to know. “Did one of my men hurt you?”
He is such a fucking idiot. I stand up angrily and push past him and Lyle. I continue to sob as I hurry upstairs to my room. I slam the door after me and dive into the bed, sobbing heartily into my pillow.
The door creaks open and then shuts.
“Kira, what happened?” Miguel asks again. “Who hurt you?”
“Who hurt me?” I shriek, scrambling to get up. “Who hurt me?” I shriek again.
I start punching his chest. “You fucking kidnapped me, Miguel. You took me out of my life, a life I was just getting back, and you took me as a hostage. What do you want with me? What good am I to you? What is so important that you had to kidnap me?”
“You think I wanted you?” he roars at me, stopping my tears. “I wanted the Sorvino sister so I could negotiate better territories for my family, and instead, I got you. The one person I had hoped I would never lay eyes on again. Do you want to know what I want? I want you to go back from wherever it is you ran off to and fucking stay there while I make things better for my family. I have treated you fucking well. My hostages are beaten and tortured, not housed and fed at my estate where they can relax on my furniture.”
“Let me go, and I’ll make your dream come true,” I shout at him.
“You’ll never see me in New York again.”
“Not before I get what I want,” he snarls. “You’re still close to Don Sorvino, and he is willing to negotiate with me for your safe return. You’re not fucking going anywhere, so get used to it.”
I want to slap him, but I control myself. Instead, I turn my back to him and cross my arms.
“Get ready for dinner.” It’s a command, not a request. “I expect you down within twenty minutes or else.”
I hear the door swing open with a loud creak and then slam shut, rattling the window. I clench my fists and try to think straight. I need to come up with a better plan because fighting with him isn’t resolving anything. It’s just making things worse.
If he gets sick of my bullshit, he could start beating and torturing me. Alessandro always told me never to underestimate what a person will do for their family.
I had heard about Arianna, how they had removed her fingernails before Carmine had saved her. I don’t want that to be my situation. I picture Alessandro receiving a package with my fingernails or, worse, my fingers. I don’t want to be maimed, so I need another plan.
I go to shower so I can freshen up, and as I wash up, I wonder about Miguel. He’s so desperately passionate about hating me…could that mean he still has feelings for me? If he does, could I use that to my advantage? I mean, if I could convince him that I’ve started to have feelings for him again too, maybe I could seduce my way into lax security or an excursion out of the estate, then I can escape.
I don’t know if it will work. It might entail sleeping with my captor, and I know that won’t be easy. I will do what I must, especially to get back to my child, but I know it will stir old feelings I might not want back.
I must take the risk, though.
If there is even the slightest chance I can make it out of this, I have to try-before Miguel starts sending me back in pieces.
I dress and do myself up, I take care this time but keep in mind I only have twenty minutes in total, and I’ve used at least ten for showering.
I put on the heels he’s provided and grimace at his grotesque idea of hospitality, is it even that?
I open the door to find Jarred standing there instead of Lyle.
“Where’s Lyle? Are you out of trouble?” I ask.
Jarred keeps quiet, and I know he’s still pissed that I gave him the slip. I bow my head. “I’m sorry I got you into trouble. We’d better get to dinner.”
I walk past him and sense rather than hear him behind me. I sweep into the dining room, and as Miguel looks up, I give him a small smile.
“Good evening, Don Rossi,” I said submissively.
Miguel snorts and shakes his head, returning to the plate of food in front of him.
A plate is placed in front of me, and I quietly say, “Thank you.”
Miguel casts a glance in my direction with narrowed eyes. I wait until he starts to eat before I tuck into my food. I chew on my food quietly, and when a few moments pass in silence, I decide to break it.
“I’m sorry for how I’ve behaved,” I say quietly. “I am grateful for your hospitality and the kindness you’ve shown me.”
I don’t know if he can tell if I’m sincere or not, but I give it my all.
“Perhaps we can start over?”
“From when,” he asks, and his voice is dripping with sarcasm. “From when I kidnapped you or from college?” “Miguel…”
“Don Rossi to you,” he snarls.
“Don Rossi,” I concede, “please, I really thought about how I’ve been behaving, and I’m sorry I’ve been rude to you in your own home. I promise to be absolutely golden from now on.” I meet his green eyes, and he stares me down until I look down at my food.
We continue to eat in tense silence, and every time I glance up, he’s looking at me-not looking, leering. Goose flesh erupts on my skin, and I shiver slightly.
“Are you cold?” he asks, his voice is low, and to me, it sounds dangerous.
“A little,” I say quietly.
“Jarred,” he looks to the door, “start the fire in the library. We can have drinks there after dinner and see if Miss Sorvino and I can start this kidnapping over. With a little more grace,” he looks at me pointedly.
It’s working. He’s warming up to me. I’m a little suspicious that it was so quick, but I do think he has old feelings for me. They are clearly fueling his rage, and now he thinks there’s a chance to explore those feelings with me.
I feel sick for emotionally manipulating him like this, but I know what my priorities are.
We finish eating in silence, and when our plates are cleared, I go to stand, but Miguel holds up a hand. “You’ve never stayed long enough at dinner to realize there’s dessert before drinks.”
I try to give him a warm smile as a big slice of cheesecake dripping in strawberry sauce is placed in front of me with a fork.
Miguel
She honestly thinks I’m a complete idiot. I try not to smirk as we tuck into dessert. She comes down and suddenly starts being nice to me, trying to reconcile, and what? Flirt? Does she really think I’m dumb enough to be manipulated like that again? And by her? Fool me once, shame on me, but there isn’t going to be a second time, you whore.
We eat our dessert in silence, but I keep an eye on her, trying not to smile or give myself away. She glances up periodically, and the third or fourth time she catches me looking at her, she clears her throat. “This cheesecake is delicious.”
I sit back and give her a sly smile. “It’s your favorite, I
remembered.”
“From that place in the city center?” her eyes widen, and she smiles. “You got me one every weekend to share while we watched movies.”
I nod. “That’s right, and you’d always eat more than me when it was a sappy chick flick.”
She grins and nods, taking another bite. She’s about halfway through the cheesecake. She’s not lying about enjoying it. I know that, but she is straining to try to talk to me. It seems hard for her to be nice to me, her captor, but she should know how to do it by now.
I finish my cheesecake and push the plate away and wait for her.
“So, what did you do today?” she asks as she starts on the last part of her cheesecake.
I shake my head. “I don’t discuss business at the dining room table.”
“Sorry, my family is like that too. Did you do anything that wasn’t business today?” she asks, pushing her plate away.
I stand. “I only deal with business on a day-to-day basis.”
She nods and stands, gathering her dress around her like a princess.
“Well, thank you for a wonderful dinner.”
“Drinks, remember?” I ask. “We’ll have them in the library by the fire.”
She awkwardly smiles widely and nods. “Okay, yes. That would be lovely.”
I hold my hand out to her, and she takes it. I escort her to the library, and a sofa in front of the roaring fire Jarred has lit. Jarred stands at the door, and I wave him off. “Wait outside. We want some privacy.”
She looks slightly panicked under her smile, and I try not to laugh. I wonder how she would feel if she was used and tossed away. I go to the bar and pour two glasses of whiskey, handing one to her and sitting beside her. I put one arm around the back of the sofa behind her.
She smiles at me, and I take in the dress. It looks better on her than I imagined. Strapless, corset sewn to a long wispy skirt made of layers of chiffon with an underskirt as the bottom-most layer. I look down into her eyes, remaining quiet.
“So,” she says, sipping her whiskey, “you haven’t gotten married or had children?”
I despise small talk, she should remember that, but clearly, she doesn’t care. I shake my head. “No, never found the right person. I don’t really want children. You?”
She falters, and I raise an eyebrow, but she shakes her head. “No, me neither.”
I get an unsettling feeling in my chest, but I brush it off. Once upon a time, I imagined her to wed me and be the mother of my children.
That will never happen now.
She swirls her drink in the glass, staring down into it.
“Miguel, I’m sorry I went away. Things happened…”
I shush her. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“But If I could explain….”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” I say again. “It’s history.”
“Is it a history we could look at starting again?” she looks up at me with heavy eyes, and I smile. She thinks she has me. What an idiot.
I pull away from her and down my drink before I sit back. “How could I trust that you won’t leave again?”
“I’m not a naive little girl anymore, Miguel. I have learned a few things since you last saw me.”
I’m sure she has. The thought disgusts me, but if she wants to go this route, then that’s exactly what we will do. I sigh and settle back. “Kira, that’s a lot of talk for someone who’s been cursing and disrespecting me for days. I’m afraid I can’t take your word for it. Action speaks louder than words.” I look at her pointedly, and she swallows.
“Is there nothing I can do?” she asks, and I’m pleased her voice is shaking.
I shrug. “I’m sure I can think of many things for you to do to prove yourself, but I want the inspiration to come from you.”
She swallows what’s left of her whiskey and sets the glass down. She stares into the fire, and I’m almost sure she will return to her room and try another day. She stands up, and I smile at her, but she reaches behind her to tug on the lace holding the corset.
I watch her curiously as she slowly drops the corset and skirt to her feet. She’s only in a black thong, with her hair cascading down her back. She turns to face me, swallowing hard, and to me, her breasts seem a little heavier. I don’t even act at this point.
I spread my legs, unzip my pants and pull my dick out. I leave it lying there, and I look at her expectantly.
“It isn’t going to suck itself, Kira,” I say after she doesn’t move.
She blushes, and her eyes are shiny, but she kneels between my legs and slowly starts to stroke my flaccid cock, coaxing the beast awake. It grows as it stiffens, and I sigh, keeping an eye on her.
She looks me in the eyes before she bows her head and softly sucks on the tip of my now-hard dick. I get comfy and watch her. She’s gentle as she plays with my balls and licks up and down my shaft.
Hesitant.
I click my tongue. “Come on, Kira, I know what you’re capable of. Give it your best.”
She pulls off and blushes. “It’s been a while.”
I snort. “I thought you wanted to prove yourself?”
She nods and takes my cock in her mouth again. I don’t give her a choice this time. I grab her hair and force her head down, the tip of my cock grazing the back of her throat. I grunt and let her up for air before I push her down again, causing her to gag loudly. There’s a loud slurping noise as I release her, she is panting now, but she goes down on me again, taking as much as she can before she gags and pulls off.
I close my eyes and relax for a moment before I push her off and stand up. “Here, let me help you.” I hold her head in my hands, hips height. “Open your mouth wide and stick out your tongue.”
She does as she’s told, looking up at me fearfully. I smile and push my cock into her mouth deeply, and then without warning, I start fucking her mouth. She holds my hips for balance and tries to breathe around my member shoved into her throat again and again. Tears begin rolling down her face, and I smirk at her. I pull her off me hard, and she tumbles back against the table.
“Get up,” I command, and she scrambles to her feet. “Bend over the table, Kira.”
“Miguel…” she says shakily.
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” I sneer, looking into her eyes.
She turns around and bends over. I shove her thong to the side, line up my tip with her pussy, and push into her. She cries out as I bury myself balls deep inside of her. Fuck, she’s tight. I forgot how tight she felt.
I hold her hips and start pounding her, the sound of slapping skin filling the air along with the crackling of the fire. I work up a sweat as I lean forward to grab her breasts. I grope them as I pump my hips, thrusting hard and ignoring her cries. I can’t even tell if they’re from pleasure or pain, but soon enough, I feel my balls tighten. I grip her breasts hard and bury my cock in her as I come.
Once I’m done, I pull out and get dressed. Kira stays there for a moment before she turns to look at me, and I look down at her coldly, “That was fine. You can go to your room now.”
She looks like she’s going to cry, and I ignore the stabbing pain in my chest as she pulls her dress on loosely and hurries out of the room.