I’m up the stairs two steps at a time. “Are these okay? We’ll get you some more in the morning.”
“Thank you.” She goes back in there with a pair of clean underwear from the bag. I’m kind of glad that she has extras. When she comes out about five minutes later, she’s a bit unnerved.
“Are you upset?” She bites her lip and avoids eye contact.
“Why would I be?” If anything, I’m doing cartwheels in my head. She’s not pregnant, at least that we can tell.
“Because I probably made a mess on the bed.”
“Oh, shit. I haven’t even looked.” My thoughts were all about making her happy and hoping she wasn’t in pain, but I hadn’t thought of a mess. Frankly, I wouldn’t care. I move the covers, but there isn’t any blood anywhere, not even on the blanket. “Seems like we dodged that one. Come back to bed.”
“Um...Okay.” She climbs back in and I wrap her up in my arms.
“Get some sleep, Giada.”
“Goodnight, Santino.”
“Goodnight,” I whisper, brushing my lips on the top of her head.
Chapter Eight
Giada
I wake up with my head on Santino’s chest. It’s strange sleeping with any man, but it feels so incredible to be wrapped up in his arms. The soft sound of his breathing fascinates me. Could I be falling for him? No, it’s probably just the fact that someone is being kind, who also happens to be sexy. It’s nothing more than my hormones going wild. Remembering how he reacted to my period reminds me that I need to go change myself.
I cross my fingers, hoping I didn’t have any accidents while I slept. I creep out of bed and hurry to the bathroom. Thankfully I didn’t ruin another pair of underwear, so once I’m good to go, I step out of the bathroom.
Santino’s still sleeping and he looks unbelievably sexy. I can’t believe how gorgeous he is. His tee shirt rode up during the night, revealing just the slightest bit of his rock-hard abs. They are lickable, and my mouth waters with the tantalizing idea of thanking him for his kindness. The way I feel around him is so hard to explain. It’s like he’s awakened a lustful side, even though I should be running.
The more I want to run away, the more I want him to give chase. After he left me hanging, I nearly died, but I realized that he stopped because he wasn’t trying to force me. The idea that sex was more than just a man getting his rocks off wasn’t a novel idea. It’s just something I haven’t experienced. I see something gentle in Santino. That despite everything, I don’t believe he’d hurt me, at least not physically.
He’s my captor, my abductor, but he’s also my hero. Today I would have met the fate Rafael and his father had in store for me. My period came like it always does, and they would have gotten rid of me so Rafael could pick a replacement. I shiver and can’t stop thinking about it. Whoever that girl will be, she has my pity.
“Are you okay?” Santino’s deep voice breaks through my thoughts. I look up at him, and he’s leaning on his elbow, meeting my eyes.
“Yes, sorry. I didn’t want to wake you up.”
“Shit, your face still looks pretty damn bad.” He brushes my hair out of the way, cupping my jaw and turning my head to get a better look at the damage.
I blush from the embarrassment. Even though he knows what happened, it doesn’t make it any less uncomfortable. It’s nice that I really haven’t seen more than two people since I arrived. I can’t take all these strangers seeing and judging. “It hurts, but it’s getting better. The pain isn’t as intense.”
“I have medicine in the cabinet. Please take some and try to get some sleep. Our food should be ready in about half an hour.”
I walk back into the bathroom and find some Advil. I grab a couple of liquid gel capsules, walk back out to the bedroom, and then pick up a bottle of water to wash the pills down.
Feeling tired, I crawl back in bed and seamlessly, Santino wraps me up in his arms. I’m sure that he just needs the comfort of holding a woman. I’m not sure if he’s gotten lucky with any women since he’s gotten out, but after two years, I’m betting he’s a horny mess. His hard cock digs into my ass, and I don’t even try to move.
“Sorry he’s not behaving. It’s been an awfully long time.” My chest clenches at that revelation.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I’m a big boy.”
“I can see. Or rather I can feel.”
“That’s not helping. I’m about to come in my boxers.” He chuckles, and the sound rushes through me like a jolt of energy so damn intense that I’m horny as well. I want more of it.
I spin around in his arms and I reach out, rubbing his shaft through the material. I want to please him. “You don’t have to do that,” he stammers, but he doesn’t pull my hand away.
“I want to do it.” I stroke him, but it’s not enough. I want to see him come because of me. Reaching inside, I pull out his cock. He lowers his boxers just enough to give my hand the room it needs. “Fuck, I’m going to come fast as hell, Giada. God, Giada,” he groans as my hand picks up pace. He’s so thick and long that I rotate and straddle his thighs. Then using both hands, I work his massive meat. He reaches up and pulls my blouse over my head. His hands go straight to my breasts, squeezing them. I’m moaning and arching into his grasp.
“You’re so fucking sexy. I want
