Chapter 64: ALL’S FAIR IN PLEASURE AND WAR

MIA

He stood up and removed the visible camera with a few twists. He showed me the wires, then pocketed it. “No more obvious surveillance. You’ll have your laptop this afternoon—monitored for safety, of course, but you’ll have access. I’ll also get you more books, clothes and whatever makes this feel like home.”

I nodded, swallowing the bitter taste of compromise. It wasn’t freedom, but it was the little steps that will buy me time.

He brought the laptop later that day, along with a stack of new books and some extra pillows and blankets. Then he kissed the top of my head before leaving, the locks engaging behind him.

I waited until I was sure he was gone. Then I opened the laptop. The internet was restricted—certain sites blocked, but a word processor worked. I created a new document and wrote down everything so when I get out of here, I won’t forget a single detail.

I woke up with new found determination. I had read about this type of situation in books and it always made me wonder what it would actually be like to experience it.

Well… Dante had made that possible.

An escape wasn't going to come any time soon, so why not get something out of captivity? Like pleasure?

If I was going to be trapped here, I might as well claim whatever power I could. My body still remembered and craved his touch much to my dismay, so I was going to sue that to my advantage and him as well.

The lock beeped then Dante entered with the breakfast tray, looking pleased to see me sitting up and alert. The visible camera was gone, though I still felt eyes on me sometimes and knew I would have to search for the hidden ones later. He set the tray down and it had eggs Benedict, fresh fruit, and coffee.

“Morning, cara,” he said, voice warm. He pulled the chair close and sat, clearly planning to stay while I ate.

I picked up the fork and began eating under his watchful gaze. The food was perfect, as always. For the first time since being trapped here, I didn’t push the plate away. I ate slowly and let him see that I was cooperating.

“You’re eating,” he noted, satisfied filling his tone. “Good girl.”

We talked about small things—books he’d brought, the weather outside I couldn’t see. I nodded, smiled faintly when appropriate, playing the part of the captive beginning to soften. He seemed relaxed, content in his victory.

When I finished, he stood and gathered the tray. “I have meetings, but I’ll be back for lunch. Rest and read while I'm out, okay?.”

As he turned toward the door, something in me tightened. I needed to act now. “Don’t go yet.”

He paused, hand hovering near the biometric panel. Surprise flickered across his face, quickly replaced by caution. “Mia?”

I looked up at him, softening my expression into something vulnerable, almost pitiful. “I… I miss you.” The lie slipped out smoothly, laced with just enough hesitation to sound real. “It’s lonely in here. Even when you’re gone for a few hours, it feels like forever. I miss the way you used to touch me.”

Dante set the tray aside and stepped closer, eyes darkening. “You miss me?”

I nodded, rising from the bed to meet him. My hands trembled slightly as I placed them on his chest—part nerves, part performance. “Yes. The way you kiss me. The way you make me feel.” I let my voice drop. “I’m still angry… but my body wants you.”

He cupped my face, thumbs stroking my cheeks. “Then let me remind you.”

Our lips met slowly at first, testing. Then hunger took over. He kissed me deeply and possessively, tongue sliding against mine in a way that sent unwanted heat pooling low in my belly. I kissed him back, telling myself it was all just a plan, even as my fingers curled into his shirt. His hands roamed down my sides, pulling me flush against him. I could feel how hard he already was.

We stumbled toward the bed. He lowered me onto it, mouth never leaving mine. His kisses trailed to my neck, sucking lightly at the spot that always made me shiver. I let out a soft moan—half genuine and half exaggerated.

“Dante…” I whispered, threading my fingers through his hair.

He pulled back just enough to strip off his shirt, then mine. His mouth found my breasts, teasing nipples until they peaked. I arched into him, breath coming faster. His hand slipped between my thighs, finding me already wet. A low groan escaped him.

“You do miss me,” he murmured against my skin.

He kissed his way down my body, slowly, until his shoulders settled between my spread legs. He looked up at me, eyes burning with lust and triumph. “Let me take care of you, cara.”

I nodded, biting my lip. His tongue traced me slowly at first, savoring, then focused on my clit. I gasped, hips jerking. He held me down gently, one arm across my waist, and devoured me. Two fingers slid inside, curling just right, pumping in time with his mouth. The pleasure built fast and due to days of tension and fear. I moaned louder, grinding against his face despite myself.

“Yes… like that,” I panted, the words slipping out honestly now.

He worked me expertly, sucking and licking until my thighs trembled around his head. And in no time I felt an orgasm, my back arching off the bed as I cried out, clenching around his fingers. He didn’t stop, drawing it out until I was shaking and oversensitive.

When I finally slumped back, weak, he kissed my inner thigh and moved up my body. His cock pressed against me as he settled between my legs, nudging at my entrance.

I placed a hand on his chest, stopping him. “Not that. Not yet.”

He stilled, breathing ragged, eyes searching mine. Frustration flickered, but he didn’t push. “Mia…”

“Please,” I said softly, still playing the vulnerable card. “I’m not ready for everything. Just… this for now.”

He exhaled sharply but nodded. Instead, he slid back down and put his mouth on me again, gentler this time, building me up once more. His fingers joined, stroking deep while his tongue circled my clit. I came again faster this time.

Dante finally pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked satisfied, even if his erection strained against his pants. He kissed me deeply, letting me taste myself on his tongue, then held me close for a long moment.

“I’ll give you time,” he murmured against my hair. “But you’re mine, cara. All of you. Eventually.”

I nodded against his chest, hiding my face so he wouldn’t see the mix of lingering pleasure and victory in my eyes. The orgasm had really helped me relax for the first time in days.

When he finally moved to leave again, I didn’t stop him this time. The door locked behind him, and I lay there in the afterglow, body humming, mind already turning over my next move.