Detained: Chapter 26

Song- Too Late to Love you, Ex Habit

Too Late To Love You by Ex Habit (exhabitmusic.com)

Without uttering a single word, Frankie waltzes back in, his presence filling the air. The sight of him instantly raises my heart rate. And the anticipation of what he’s going to do to me both excites and terrifies me.

“Have you had long enough to think about it?” he asks.

“Fuck you.” I spit in his face.

Immediately regretting my decision, his nostrils flare as he wipes the saliva from his cheek.

He grabs my jaw, his grip firm and possessive.

“Say that again, I dare you,” he grits out.

“I hate you, Frankie.”

As he yanks the covers off, a blast of chilly air fills the room, causing a shiver to run down my spine. He unties my wrists, but keeps them bound in his grasp. Using his knee to spread my legs, he positions himself between them.

“Do you really? Hmm.”

As I attempt to wriggle out of his strong hold, his grip only tightens.

“Yes,” I say breathlessly.

His hand dips under my panties. I bite my tongue when his finger runs along my pussy.

He brings it up to my lip, gently tracing its outline.

“Taste how much you hate me, dolcezza.” He forcefully pushes it into my mouth.

“Tastes like hate, doesn’t it?”

I shoot him a glare, my eyes narrowing with anger.

“Tell me I’m wrong.”

My body trembles under him. I squeeze my eyes shut. I don’t want to look at him, to be put under his spell.

He’s right though. Not that he deserves to know that.

“You’re wrong. That isn’t for you. Trust me.”

My body is on fire as he hooks his fingers under my panties. I instinctively lift my hips to help him. He rewards me with a grin. And, hell, I’ve almost forgotten why I am so annoyed at him.

My mind definitely goes blank the second he slides a finger inside me.

“It’s all for me and it will only ever be for me,” he rasps, his hot breath against my cheek.

“No, it’s not,” I whisper.

My legs open wider as he presses himself against me, his hard cock straining in his pants. Tempting me.

“You don’t want it? Fine,” he murmurs against my lips.

He lets go of my wrists, but I don’t move. Blood pounds in my ears as his cock twitches against me. I inch my hips down so it connects with my clit and I let out a little moan.

As he pulls back, I realize how much I crave the sensation of his touch.

I want to scream out in pure frustration. How does he possess so much power over my body?

He sits back, a coldness on his face. Without hesitation, I sit up and snatch his tie, refusing to let go.

“Wait—”

With a wicked grin, he pushes me back down on the bed. The distinct sound of his belt being unbuckled fills the room.

“Do you think you deserve my cock, angel?” he groans, his hard tip teasing my entrance.

“Fuck, yes,” I pant out.

He slams his fingers inside. A cry escapes my throat, arching my back off the bed. That isn’t what I want.

“Mine,” he growls in my ear.

Right now, I am. In every sense of the word.

“Frankie!”

He curls his fingers, lifting my hips to get a better angle so he can sink them as deep as he can go.

“You want more?”

I desperately nod my head against the pillow, whimpering as he hungrily kisses my neck before pressing his lips forcefully against me. Even like this, he’s consuming me. I’ve never felt so alive.

“Fuck, Zara,” he moans into my ear, which sparks me on further.

He grabs onto my thigh and pushes it towards my chest.

“Holy shit, Frankie.”

Pleasure courses through me.

“Don’t you dare, come. Your punishment starts now. Prove you’re mine.”

Our eyes lock. He’s dead serious.

Sitting back on his heels between my legs, he strokes his cock. Keeping his hungry gaze on me. It only increases the burning within me for him. With my name on his lips, he grunts and his warm come spills over my pussy. He doesn’t even look at me as he shoves his dick back in his boxers and does up his pants. I throw my head back in frustration.

I try to catch my breath, my hands inching towards where I desperately need relief. He grabs my wrist and shakes his head.

“I own your pleasure, Zara. You’ll come when I decide you can, not a second before.”

“B-but, Frankie.”

“You left me.”

I swear I can see the hurt flash across his face as he looks at me. Even if it is just for a second, it’s there.

“I didn’t think you’d care that much.”

He frowns and he settles back between my legs, which I clamp around his waist as he hovers over me, resting on his forearm. He strokes the hair out of my face. Just that alone has me burning with need for him.

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

My heart sinks. When I ran, I didn’t think this would be his reaction. Deep down, I hurt him. And I feel like an idiot. Despite our constant pushing, every single time I’ve needed him, he’s there.

No questions, no consequences to my actions. He asked for one thing… and I went behind his back.

“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.

“What happens now?” I whisper, not being able to take his silence any longer.

“We go home, Zara.” As if sensing my internal debate, he continues. “Nothing changes.”

His lips hover just above mine, causing my heart to flutter wildly in my chest. “My property, my protection. End of discussion.”

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

A mischievous smile spreads across his face as his finger glides sensually along my exposed thigh, his warm breath tickling my earlobe.

“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 what I am feeling right now. Get dressed. We have a flight to catch.”

After he lets go of my wrist, I shuffle into the bathroom, my legs trembling. By the time I’ve finished freshening up, I find Frankie waiting by the door with my luggage.

He roughly grabs my hand and we walk along the corridor. Grayson and Jax are waiting for us by the back exit.

“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, shaking his head.

I know I shouldn’t want to jump him in a hallway, but right now, I really fucking do.

He doesn’t speak a word to me the entire ride over to the airstrip. I keep my head down as we board the private jet. I guess this is where the next stage of my punishment begins and I already hate every second of it.

Guiding me to the seat by the small of my back, I sit down next to the window and he turns his back to me.

“Are you not sitting with me?”

“No,” he grunts.

“Are you not speaking to me?”

He turns his head. “I just did.”

I give him a curt nod to hide the overwhelming sadness that creeps over me.

He sighs, resting his hand on the headrest next to me. I can’t stand how he’s looking at me. Angry Frankie is one thing, but this scares me.

And I’m terrified of my uncontrollable feelings for him. I’ve been fighting against letting people control me, only to willingly be with a man who wants to break me.

I don’t want him to look at me like he has today.

I want to feel empowered by him the same way he helped me with Chad. He sees the real me. I just seem to battle him.

He slides into the seat opposite me and gets out his phone with a frown. Every so often glancing in my direction, which makes me blush every single time.

“I need the bathroom.” As I go to stand, his authoritative tone has me stopping.

“Sit. You can’t be trusted.”

And I do. Because I am desperate to be good for him to provide me with some relief when we get back. I’ve had a taste and I need so much more.

Once we pull up outside his mansion, I hesitate when he opens the passenger door. I look at his outstretched hand.

The instant our palms meet, a shock of electricity runs up my arm. I feel his strong pull as he lifts me to my feet, firmly clasping me, guiding me to his side.

Inside, he stops in his tracks and turns towards me, a chilling darkness flickering in his eyes. The touch of his hand around my throat is suffocating, his lips tantalizingly close to mine. It leaves me breathless. The scent of his masculinity engulfs me completely.

“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.” He taps his watch and lets go of my neck. I stumble back as he turns away and walks towards the kitchen.

He leaves me in the middle of my choices, either up the stairs or out the door.

Right now, it’s not my brain that’s in control. The clock ticks. I don’t belong to him, or anyone.

Resting my hand on the handle, my ears ring. It’s all becoming too intense.

I’m on the verge of opening it when a scream bursts out of me, my hips forcefully pulled backward and I’m swiftly turned around to confront a furious Frankie. My back presses up against the wall.

“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.”

I take a deep breath, trying to calm the knot that has formed in my throat.

“Nothing to say now?” He raises a brow.

I’m torn between wanting to slap him and let him fuck me.

His beard tickles along the side of my neck and I tip my head to the side to give him better access as he starts to place rough kisses there.

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

His arms tighten around my middle and I hold on to his neck. His lips slam over mine and it takes my breath away. I can’t stop myself from deepening the kiss, moaning in his mouth as he carries us towards the stairs.

I bounce as he tosses me down on the bed.

“Clothes off.” His tone is gruff.

Without breaking eye contact, he loosens his tie and unbuttons the top of his shirt.

He takes a step towards the bed, and I immediately get to work on my own clothes. I shrug off my hoodie and shimmy out of my leggings, leaving me in just my bra and panties.

He licks his lips, and that sparks something inside me to come to life.

There is no escaping him and right now, whatever he has to offer me, I want. In the middle of the bed, I lower myself onto my knees, my tongue darting out to moisten my lips, my eyes fixate on his cock straining against his pants.

With every second he doesn’t touch me, the fire inside me builds further.