Chapter Ten

After hearing Marco on the speaker, I am determined to get the most out of this man and his unbelievable stamina tonight.

The last night he was here was all about his own needs, but after my dream, I'm craving even more of him.

And since it doesn't look like I'm going to be going home anytime soon, I've decided that I might as well have some fun while I'm here.

I clean myself up, put on makeup, and wear my sexiest underwear.

Luckily, Marco has every kind of toiletry in his house because I desperately need to shave and razors weren't in my bag.

I don't think anyone thinks about shaving when they're being kidnapped. I also find some perfume that I lightly mist myself with.

Feeling confident and sexy, I find a few candles, their flickering flames casting a warm glow in the room.

It"s a small touch, but it transforms the cold atmosphere into something softer. The scent of vanilla and sandalwood fills the air as I light each one carefully.

Next, I search for some music. I want a melody that"s not too overpowering, something to break the silence without being too intrusive.

The soft notes of a piano fill the room, creating a backdrop for whatever unfolds tonight.

As I move around the space, adjusting the candles and setting the mood, I can"t help but wonder about the unpredictability of this night.

There is a delicate dance between danger and the unexpected intimacy we"ve found ourselves entangled in.

Tonight is going to make up for this week of me nearly losing my mind from boredom.

As I sit down on the living room's loveseat, right under the window, I hear Marco turning the key in the door.

He walks in slowly, a bit uncertain, and probably surprised at what he's walking into. I watch him as his dark smoky eyes take in the scene.

He thinks that he's the big, tough cartel man who makes all of the rules, but he's about to see that captive or not, I can control a situation just as well as he can.

In the candlelight, his usually hard face looks softer, and I'm pretty sure I can see the stress in his eyes.

I tilt my head at him and smile softly, motioning with my index finger for him to come over to me.

He puts his keys down and walks over, removing a piece of clothing with each step that he takes.

I have to admit that I am enjoying the striptease he is giving me. It's like an unexpected gift after the many days of stress and boredom that I have suffered.

By the time he reaches me, he's down to just his underwear, which I slowly slide off as he stands in front of me, kissing his thighs as I do.

I stand up and guide him to sit down in my place. Running my hands over the firm muscles of his abs, I admire my full view of the tribal Aztec tattoos that seem to cover his entire sculpted frame.

We don't have to talk.

Our bodies seem able to move together naturally.

With him sitting on the loveseat, I kneel down in front of him and smile again at his hard dick pointing up at me.

I take it in my mouth, slowly at first, doing my best to fit the whole thing inside my cheek.

His right hand moves to grip my hair, his left hand on my shoulder, and I can feel by his grip getting tighter that this is doing exactly what I hoped it would.

I want him relaxed before we start anything.

I move my head up and down, taking as much of his cock in as I can, and using my tongue to massage the shaft lower down.

I look up at him while I take a breath and his face has definitely taken on a softer expression, his gray eyes glazed and his shoulders less tense.

He pulls me up to straddle him, but I still have my lacy lingerie on, so his cock sits in between our stomachs.

Marco pulls my head closer to his and kisses me. The touching of our lips shocks me, because it's the one thing he didn't do last time.

I think of the movie, Pretty Woman. I wonder if men really do avoid kissing girls they don't want to get too attached to.

We hadn't kissed since the wedding. His lips are soft, though, and I melt into the kiss, getting wetter by the second.

He moves his mouth down my chin, over my neck, and onto my chest. Then, without letting go of me, he stands up and carries me to the bedroom.

Laying me down on the bed, he slowly takes off my lingerie and moves to hover above me. I grip the back of his neck and pull him in for more kissing. He obliges, sucking on my bottom lip before adjusting his body and entering me.

I gasp as I feel him inside of me, releasing his lips.

This feels different from the last time.

He's gentler, and I feel so much more connected to him.

He's looking down at me now, which is different since he mostly just entered me from behind previously.

He has one arm propping him up above me, but his free hand moves to my breasts and massages them one at a time.

I can feel him hitting all of the right spots inside me.

His pelvis is grinding on my clit, and his hands are stimulating my breasts perfectly.

The combination of all these feelings sends a heat through my body. I hear myself moan loudly, then arch my back slightly.

Marco moves his hand underneath my back to bring my body right up against his and continues to thrust into me.

"Faster," I just manage to breathe out.

He listens to me, quickening his thrusts, and it doesn't take long for me to climax, wrapping my legs around his waist as I do.

It feels amazing to finally be listened to by someone, even if it's just in bed.

He lets me finish before he unwraps me and sits up, smiling.

"You cum so easily, mi chica." Hearing him call me an endearment sends more pleasant shivers down my spine than the orgasm did.

My Spanish might not be as good as my Italian, but I know when I'm being called someone"s girl.

He kisses my stomach, which makes me twitch again. I try to pull him back down to me, but he stands up instead.

"You're done?" I ask.

He shakes his head and walks out of the room, coming back in with a bottle of tequila. "Not even close."

I laugh. "Where was that hiding?"

"I'll never tell." He smirks and opens the top and drinks from the bottle, offering it to me. I take a smaller sip than he does, not used to drinking straight tequila.

He takes the bottle from me and takes another swig, before pulling me up by my arms and leading me to the bathroom.

Turning on the shower, he turns to me and kisses me again, slipping his hand in between my thighs. I'm not sure I can handle this standing up.

We step into the shower together, and he continues to massage my clit, lifting one of my legs up to his waist and pushing me against the wall.

I can tell he's a little drunk already, but he's still being much more attentive to my body than he was last time.

"I'm going to make you cum again and again and again," he growls slowly.

He pushes two of his fingers inside me, and I bite down on his shoulder.

I'd prefer he switch the fingers out for his cock, but the pleasure rushing through me is too good for me to stop him.

Soon enough, he does lift my hips slightly to meet his and enters me.

I put my head back slightly, the hot water running down my chest and pooling where our pelvises meet.

I've never had sex in a shower before, but the feeling is so fucking amazing that this might be my new go-to place to fuck.

My body is shaking, but I don't want him to let go of me.

Marco lets me cum again, but when I try to make him cum, he stops me and turns the shower off.

Again, he leads me back to the living room, where he picks up his pants and takes a condom out of the pocket.

Drunk or not, the man is never stupid.

He puts the condom on and sits down on the sofa, beckoning me over to him. I sit on his lap, shift so that he can enter me, and he hugs me tightly into his firm chest.

He takes control, moving his hips to thrust, so I do my best to match his rhythm and not take too much of the lead.

He's been so soft with me that I feel the need to do the same, lightly placing my lips on his neck, softly sucking at his earlobe, and moving my hands up and down his sides.

Our naked bodies touching feels electric, and again I feel myself about to climax. I want him to cum with me, so I pull back and kiss his lips.

"Lie down," I whisper, and to my surprise, he does.

On top of him, I place my hands on his chest and move my hips slowly but purposefully.

I can now see his face perfectly, and I see the enjoyment in his eyes. He's staring up at me, watching my expression.

I keep my eyes focused on his face for a while longer, moving my hips and grinding down on him harder, pushing his cock even deeper into me.

I bite my lip as he grabs my hips and pulls me towards him, then pushes me away, guiding my speed.

I let him show me what he needs, looking up at the ceiling and arching my back, my tits practically in his face. I hear a loud moan, and it takes me a minute to realize it came from me and not him.

His hands are still on my hips as he starts to guide me a little faster, so I follow his lead, feeling more of that heat, our moans getting louder.

His mouth is open, he's breathing hard, and the moans coming from me are almost louder than the music.

I can't hold out any longer, moving my hips back and forth even faster until I collapse onto him in euphoria.

He keeps moving his hips, though, and I soon hear his own release, into the condom but still inside me.

We lay there for a few minutes, both trying to control our breathing again. Eventually, I sit up and get off Marco.

He sits up as well, looking worn out, still a bit drunk, but relaxed. I'm glad to see that he does know how to relax.

"Let's go to bed, mi chica," he says, his voice heavy from the alcohol, and perhaps the climax he's just had.

I stand up and take his hand, moving into the bedroom and letting him pick a side. He lays down on the side closest to the door, which works for me, since I've been sleeping on the other side.

I lie down next to him, and he pulls me to place my head on his chest. We're still both completely naked and a little wet from the shower.

I can't help but feel odd at us falling asleep, together, in the same bed.

This is not how I thought tonight would end, but I'm feeling a lot safer with him now, and I don't feel worried about falling asleep next to him.

I wonder about what made him come over tonight. From his initial frustration, and the copious amounts of tequila in his system, I assumed it was business that was bugging him.

As I watch Marco, already asleep, a sliver of a smile tugs at my lips.

His usually stern expression is now softened by the peacefulness of sleep, and for a moment, the layers of power and danger that he's shown me since I've been here seem to fade away.

He looks vulnerable, which I am sure he would not be happy to hear. I decide I won't tell him this tomorrow.

It's better that he continues to feel like he's in charge, otherwise I worry that he might shift back into being the cruel and cold man he was when he brought me here.

I shift slightly, making sure not to disturb his rest.

The silence is broken only by his occasional snoring, and the weight of the night"s events settles in my mind.

A strange sense of contentment washes over me, an emotion I never expected to feel while being held captive in a foreign country by a dangerous criminal.