The Captive

Chapter 26

Luca's P.O.V

We arrived at the house and are getting out when Grace suddenly wakes up. She sits up fast, saying, "I'm up, I'm up, I'm awake!" Dammit, I was hoping that she would stay asleep. By now everyone is out except for Grace. I hold the car door open for her but it seems she's struggling to get out.

"Come on," I whisper. It used to be a little funny watching her struggle but now it's just getting sad. I bend down and grab her arm, pulling her out of the car. "I can do it myself thank you very much," she argued. Of course she's as stubborn as ever, even when drunk.

I get her out, wrapping my arm around her waist, making sure to close the door behind us and then we start walking out of the garage. "I can walk by myself!" came another argument from Grace. She pushed me off of her, tripping a little but still remaining standing. Fine! If she wants to walk by herself she can.

We get out of the garage and into the halls, there is a split up ahead with one leading to the kitchen and the other to my room. I start turning to go to my bedroom when I hear a loud thump behind me. I turn to find Grace on the floor leaning against the wall. She slowly pulls herself back up and points at the wall beside her. "That-that wasn't there before," she said.

She starts walking towards me again but instead of turning to go to my room she turns and starts heading towards the kitchen. "Oh no, no, no," I tell her. I grab her arm and pull her the opposite direction towards my room.

"No wait, I'm hungry! Can't we just get a little snack?" she asked. I really do not want to fight with her, besides what's the harm in just a little snack? I nod in response and walk with her to the kitchen and once inside I head over to the pantry to get her some crackers. Crackers are a good snack, right?

I turn around to hand them to her except she already has her own snack, which isn't really a snack. I can't help but watch as she sticks her pointer finger into the gigantic bowl of chocolate pudding that was supposed to be for dinner tomorrow. Looks like we won't be having it anymore.

I watch as she puts her entire finger into her mouth and slowly pulls it out, moaning all the while. Fuck that's hot. She notices me staring and she smiles in response. She dips her finger in once again and instead of putting it in her own mouth she holds her finger out to me. "Want some?" she sweetly asked.

Don't have to ask me twice.

I walk over, grab her wrist, and put her finger into my mouth. I wrap my lips around the base of her finger and suck, savoring the chocolate taste. The entire time I remain eye contact with Grace, waiting for her reaction. She's as still as a statue until I start licking the pad of her finger, which causes her to gasp. It's the most amazing sound.

Why is she so beautiful? How did I ever get so lucky?

I pull her finger out of my mouth with a loud pop, and release my hold on her wrist. "Wow," she whispered to herself. She held her finger up into the air and inspected it, as if she had never seen such a thing. She then dips her finger in again and takes another lick of the pudding. "Come on, I think you've had enough," I ushered her.

"What? No! I barely had any!" Grace yelled. Fuck, looks like I'm back with angry Grace. I cover the bowl and return it back into the fridge, nobody will ever notice. I grab her arm and start dragging her out of the kitchen. This has gone on long enough, I just need to get her into the bed and hopefully she sleeps until she's sober.

I drag her through the halls while she talks to herself, I'm barely paying attention. We walk through the hallway of paintings to get to the staircase which probably wasn't the best idea because Grace is now having conversations with everyone in the paintings.