Freedom or captivity

Freedom or captivity
His men were always close to him, so it would be difficult. However, there had to be times when we were alone. When he would put down his gun to strip. I swallowed saliva at the thought of being naked within five feet of him. Maybe I could play the willing wife and then be done with him once and for all. I definitely couldn't spend years subduing him. It was the only way.
The bedroom door opened and Edward let me know it was him. He walked into the bathroom with a huge plate of fruit cubes and some delicate pastries.
'It's not full English, but it will fill us up before we leave'.
Where are we going?
'To get some Internet access so we can book more flights.'
It was like someone had put a rock in my stomach. I knew it was what had to come next, but hearing it left a bad taste in my mouth.
I'm sorry, Amelia . But time is running out, and as much as I want to lock myself in this room with you, we can't.'
'I know,' I whispered, watching her pull her shirt over her head before removing the rest of her clothes.
"Change." He reached behind me and pressed me against his chest, my ass between his thighs. I closed my eyes and leaned against his chest, our skin slippery between us in the hot, bubbling water.
He alternated between shoving chunks of sweet fruit into his mouth and mine. I didn't resist, I licked the juice from his fingers as he stiffened against my back.
When I tried to reach back to touch him, he gently pulled my hand back forward. Not now. You've had enough. Sex can't relieve everything, as much as I like to think it can.'
When we finished the plate of fruit, he wet my hair before lathering it up. Every brush of his fingers against my scalp was like heaven. Hairdressers had washed my hair a thousand times, but never before had I felt anything so decadently intimate.
"You don't have to do it," I murmured as I closed my eyes.
"I want to. I like taking care of you."
"I should have eloped with you." The words came out before I realized what I was saying. His fingers paused in my hair when there was nothing but the gentle lapping of the water around us.
"You wouldn't love me forever, Amelia . I'm a mess."
Aren't we all?
"I have no family to offer, no in-laws, no siblings. Nothing except a half-paid-for house and a knack for making people talk who don't want to. I'm not much of a catch." Her fingers trailed down to my neck, rubbing the knots I'd formed there.
"You're sweet and loving and just need to be loved. We all need to be loved. Your value can't be measured by what you bring to the table, but by the person you are. You are enough, just the way you are."
Edward swallowed saliva behind me, and the need for levity weighed on the conversation.
"Besides, you fuck like a beast. That beats in-laws any day."
His throaty chuckle soothed me as he wrapped his arms around me and ran his fingers across my chest as I leaned my head against his shoulder.
"You're amazing, Amelia."
"In a good way, I hope," I joked.
In the best way.
EDWARD
The library we had found had a computer. A frustratingly slow computer, entirely in Spanish. In the end, I logged into my bank account to get my card details and then browsed a page of flights. There was one leaving for Barcelona the next morning. I could use what I had left to buy bus tickets and return home at dinner time. There were several flights with seats available for each day, if I was honest. I looked at Amelia , who was browsing through a small section of English books and smiling to herself, and picked one for three days from now.
I had to take her home. But selfishly, I wanted to spend more time with her first. As soon as we were home, she would be off limits to me. The thought of William claiming her made me want to vomit. She was not at all the spoiled mob princess I thought she was. She was sweet, sassy, passionate and no-nonsense. And I wanted to keep her with every fiber of my being. If I had realized it before she knew she had to come back, before her sister had to take her place, then we could have disappeared together, spent the days wrapped up in each other and forgotten that our world in Scotland ever existed.
Three days.
It was not enough. Nothing that wasn't forever would be.
I browsed more websites, trying to find somewhere I could buy a phone in town using my online details. No luck.
Amelia had curled up in a chair, reading a book while twisting a lock of dark hair around her finger. Adorable.
Pretending to continue battling with the internet, I kept quiet about being done and spent the next hour reveling in it. Absorbing every moment from my spot across the room. Like a creep. I had spent months watching her from afar, never dreaming that she would be mine, if only for a few days.
I flipped from page to page, my cheeks reddening from time to time. Finally, she looked up and blushed furiously.
'You're just skimming through and reading the dirty parts, aren't you?
' He stammered and quickly closed the book. Her face turned beet-colored and I burst out laughing. 'Don't worry, babe. I don't mind if you do a little research."
Research?
"For later." I smiled as she squirmed in the seat.
We walked around town and spent the afternoon like two tourists. At some point, she grabbed my hand and pulled me towards a storefront. My heart had skipped twenty beats, leaving me breathless as I stared at our intertwined fingers. The gentle intimacy thrilled me far more than any of the sexual connections we'd had. When she realized I was looking at our hands, she blushed and tried to pull her fingers away. I pulled them away, took her hand between mine and led us down the street, enjoying every second of their contact.
For the rest of the lazy afternoon, I allowed myself to imagine that we were the sweet tourists in love that the rest of the world might perceive instead of the perverse situation we were in.
With the last of our remaining money, aside from the bus ticket I had booked, we shared a large portion of patatas bravas in a small cafeteria as the street filled with people all around us. Amelia groaned as she bit into one of the crispy morsels of potatoes, catching a drop of the spicy tomato sauce that threatened to fall off her fork.
"Oh my gosh. It's so good."