Detained (Beneath the Mask, #4)

by Luna Mason

“I care. More than I’d like to admit to even myself, dolcezza.”

“I didn’t run from you, Frankie. I only came here for answers. I was coming back to you.” “That isn’t how we operate, you’ll soon learn. We never go alone.” He cups my cheek tenderly and I lean into his touch.

“My property, my protection. End of discussion.”

“So, you’re kidnapping me?” I tease, blinking at him.

“The fact you have my cum dripping down you, tells me this isn’t a kidnapping, dolcezza. You can’t steal something that’s already yours.”

“Well, it feels like it if you’re never going to let me get off.” “Oh, trust me. Once you’ve learned your lesson, I’ll make you come as many times as you want. That’s the beauty of it. The quicker you catch on, the better this will be for both of us.”

“Are you really that pissed off with me?” “Pissed off doesn’t even begin to cover wh...

“Zara.” Jax nods at me. I smile back and Frankie glares at me. He tugs me into his side.

“Be careful how you play this, angel. Remember who I am and what I can do. Unless you want more blood on my hands, like last night?” My eyes widen in surprise as I look up at him, and he smugly lowers his aviators. I figured something happened to Paul.

“And you say I don’t care,” he mutters, sha...

“Are you not sitting with me?” “No,” he grunts. “Are you not speaking to me?” He turns his head. “I just did.”

Angry Frankie is one thing, but this scares me.

“Upstairs, you know where my bedroom is. I expect you to be naked and on your knees on the bed.” I shake my head. “No?” His eyebrow shoots up. “You have three minutes before I take what’s mine, dolcezza.”

“Wrong choice, angel.” My whole body comes to life as he lifts my hips and my legs wrap around his waist. His cock rubs against my center, “One simple fucking instruction, Zara.” “I—” He puts his index finger on my lip to stop me from speaking. “That’s fine with me. I’ll just have to prove to you who that pussy belongs to for the rest of the night.”

“Nothing to say now?” He raises a brow. I’m torn between wanting to slap him and let him fuck me.

“See, so responsive when you want to be,” he mutters against my sensitive skin.

“For the woman who just tried to run away from me, you’re fucking dripping for me, baby.”

If you’re going to beg, it has to be better than that, dolcezza.”

“Is my dirty whore going to come on my fingers?”

“Give yourself to me, Zara,” I demand.

“Take it, take what you want.”

“Look at me.” Her hooded green eyes meet mine. “Look at the man who owns you as you come.”

“Eyes on me, gorgeous.” I want to witness her fall apart. Over and over again.

Yes, I want to punish her for running from me. It’s more than that. I want to show her how fucking freeing it can be, letting me take control. For once in her life, she can stop that brain from overthinking everything.

If she says stop, I will. This is a test. Can she trust me enough to hand over herself entirely to me? I want to prove to her she can give me every single part of her and I will protect her with my life.

I’m not her enemy here. I don’t think I e...

“Such a gorgeous fucking ass, Zara. It will look even better covered in my marks.”

“Who does this pretty pussy belong to?” “M-me,” she moans.

“Try again.”

“Who. Do. You. Belong. To?” “You,”

“You, only fucking you,”

“You are so sweet,” I groan.

“La mia ragazza perfetta.” My perfect girl.

I’ll give it to her. She is the first person to almost make me break my resolve. It took everything not to tear off my clothes and sink into her the second I walked in here. She is addicting in every way, both in and outside of the bedroom.

“Please, Frankie?” The desperation in her voice has me groaning. “What do you want, baby?” The cool air is welcome over my fevered shoulders as I toss my sweaty shirt aside. “You.”

“Now, beg like a good girl.”

“I am earning every one of those screams. Let me fucking hear them.”

Freshly fucked and perfect.

“So fucking perfect,” he whispers.

“Oh, holy fuck, Zara.”

“Did I just—” “Squirt? Yes, you did, all over me.”

“Zara?” “Hmm?” “Look at me.” I don’t know what comes over me. It’s all too much. All I know is, I don’t want to look at him. I’m suddenly completely vulnerable to him.

“Don’t you dare be embarrassed, dolcezza. Do I look anything other than completely turned on right now?”

That was so goddamn hot,” he rumbles and steals a kiss.

She might be a brat, but she is my brat.

“Morning, gorgeous.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll have plenty of time to make sure all your needs are met, baby.”

“I’ll always make time for people who deserve it from me.”

I’ll give you my card, buy whatever the hell you need for tonight and, well, for the rest of your life.”

“Frankie,” she says with warning in her tone. “What, dolcezza?” “I’m not just going to sit around here and look pretty for you, waiting for you to take me out and shower me with gifts. If that’s what you think is happening here, I won’t be here when you get home.” That fire in her eyes is back. I tighten my hold around her wrists. “You’ll do exactly as I say.”