𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝑅𝑒𝑖𝑔𝑛

28

3𝓻𝓭 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝓹𝓸𝓿:

The day started as quietly as always, with Kailani sitting on the edge of the bed, lost in her art. Her legs were spread slightly, her sketchbook resting in her lap, and there was, Salvatore—sitting on the ground between her thighs, his head nestled there. His broad shoulders and huge, tattooed arms filled the space between her legs.

His dark hair brushed against her skin, and every time he shifted slightly, she could feel his breath against the inside of her thighs every time he looked up to stare at her.

Salvatore’s large hands rested possessively on her legs, fingers curling over her knees like they belonged to him. She tried to focus on her drawing, but it was impossible with the way his sharp, dark eyes stayed locked on her face, never moving, always watching. His grip tightened just a little whenever she moved, his silent reminder that no matter how much space she thought she had, it was always his to give or take.

Her gentle fingers absently brushed through his hair “Sal… you’re distracting me,” she whispered shyly, her voice almost a plea. He didn’t respond, didn’t need to. His gaze stayed fixed on her, his jaw tightening slightly under the mask as one of his hands trailed up her thigh, the black glove rough against her skin. Her heart skipped, and she blushed, lowering her gaze back to the page, feeling the heat building between her legs.

Later, she stood in front of the mirror, brushing her hair. She was lost in thought, missing a freedom she no longer had, when suddenly, Salvatore came up behind her. His hulking frame enveloped her completely, his body radiating heat as he pressed himself into her. Without warning, his large hand slipped between her legs from behind, his huge hand cupping her most sensitive spot. A soft gasp escaped her lips as he lifted her effortlessly, her feet leaving the floor as her body was pressed tightly against his chest. His fingers pressed firmly, just enough to make her hips instinctively shift against his hand, her breath coming faster as he held her there, suspended and helpless.

“Salvatore…!” she whimpered, her body trembling as her hands reached back to clutch onto his arms. But he said nothing, only held her tighter, his other arm wrapping possessively around her waist. She could feel his heartbeat against her back, steady and unyielding, while his thumb brushed ever so slightly against her, teasing her. Her thighs clenched together around his hand, and she bit her lip, her breath shaky as she squirmed in his grasp.

When the evening rolled by, Salvatore was sat behind her on the bed, his enormous form nearly swallowing her small frame as she sat on his lap, playing a game on his phone. His hand rested around her neck, his thumb lazily stroking the side of her throat, but his eyes weren’t on the game. They were glued to her, studying every little expression she made, watching how her lips parted slightly when she was focused, or how her brow furrowed in concentration. She could feel his breath on her neck, the heat of his body pressing into hers.

Kailani’s cheeks flushed as she glanced up at him, catching his intense stare. Her heart pounded in her chest as their eyes met, her innocent mind scrambling to understand the depth of his gaze. She quickly looked away, focusing back on the game, but the weight of his presence was too much. His arm tightened just slightly around her, fingers brushing the base of her throat, a silent reminder that she was his, completely under his control.

“Stop staring…” she mumbled, voice shy and uncertain, her face turning a deeper shade of pink. But he didn’t stop. Instead, he leaned in even closer, his lips barely brushing against her ear as his breath fanned across her skin. She swallowed hard, her body tensing slightly as she tried to focus on the screen, but all she could think about was the heat of his body, the way his hand was slowly creeping down to her chest, his fingers brushing over the valley of her boobs.

"Sal…" she whispered softly, almost pleading, her breath hitching as she met his unblinking eyes. She swallowed hard and, with trembling hands, gently pushed his face away, her small fingers brushing against his rough, firm jaw. It was a bashful, innocent gesture, her way of trying to create some distance between them, but she knew Salvatore wouldn’t allow it. He didn’t move far, didn’t look away. If anything, his stare became more intense, more possessive.

His reaction was immediate. His jaw clenched, and he grabbed her wrist with an iron grip, yanking her hand away from his face. Without a word, he pulled her closer, his huge hand gripping her waist tightly, fingers digging into her soft skin. She gasped, feeling the force of his strength as he dragged her back toward him, pressing her against his broad chest. His grip was rough, almost punishing, reminding her that she had no control, no say in how close or far she could be.

At one point, his phone accidentally turned off, so she switched it back on again and froze when she saw his wallpaper—an image of herself, asleep in her bed...in her house, clinging to his arm. Her mind raced, realizing the photo must have been taken before he kidnapped her.

Her body tensed as shock washed over her. Without thinking, she abruptly stood up from his lap, her legs shaky as she tried to distance herself from him. “What is this?” she stammered, her voice trembling as panic set in.

But before she could take more than a step away, his hand shot out and grabbed her wrist with a bruising force. She gasped as he yanked her back toward him, his massive hand quickly moving from her wrist to her waist, pulling her down with an unforgiving grip. In one swift motion, he forced her to sit back down on his lap, her small body caged by his.

Later, they found themselves playing around with his phone, and in a sudden moment of boredom, Salvatore grabbed her by the waist, lifting her up onto one side of his broad shoulder like she weighed nothing. Kailani squealed in surprise, laughing as she clung to his neck for support. But her laughter quickly turned into a soft, breathless whine when he started lifting her up and down like a weight, his massive biceps bulging with the effort. He put her back down on the ground, her body dangled helplessly, and she whined dramatically, her arms wrapping around his neck as she leaned her full weight onto him.

“Stop doing that” she pouted, but there was a playful edge to her voice. He grunted softly, one large hand gripping her under her armpits, the other securing her waist as he continued lifting her effortlessly, up and down, using her as his dumbell.

It was now nearing bedtime,
She stretched, feeling the muscles in her back pull taut, only to glance over and see Salvatore filming her. Her face flushed a deep shade of red, her hands flying up to cover her mouth as she giggled shyly, her body folding in on itself. She shyly lowered her head down onto his lap, right where his ever-growing bulge was. His huge hand gently settled on the back of her head, dwarfing it, fingers weaving through her hair, in that familiar way that made his dick throb, the memory of something far less innocent flashing in his mind.

Eventually, Salvatore had pulled her close, her back against his front, positioning her in front of him as he wrapped his huge forearm firmly around her throat, angled in a way that you could see her eye tattoo. He pulled his mask down and she took it as a sign to look down. His other hand held the phone as he positioned it just right, making sure she couldn’t see his face. “Don’t look down,” he had silently commanded her, his eyes locking onto hers as he tapped her cheek for her to stick out her tongue and their tongues playfully touched- her blushing as the camera clicked.