Page 1 of Claimed (The Captain’s Captive #2)

After telling Bella about the passageways, Trish was a bundle of nerves for the rest of the afternoon, but Jordan didn’t seem to have noticed her conversation with Bella.

He acted normally, holding her on his lap through meals and keeping hold of her hand whenever they were walking somewhere.

When he had to run and do something with Trace, he left her with Chevie and Trix.

Bella was relieved not to be left with Marek and Laura.

Waving to Laura from a distance and acting like everything was okay was one thing, but actually interacting with her? And Marek? Was she ready for that yet?

She was grateful to Jordan for leaving her with Chevie and Trix, though she wasn’t sure whether he’d done it to be considerate, or if Chevie and Trix had just been available and convenient.

Part of Trish wanted to think the latter, but another part of her reluctantly acknowledged how in tune with her desires Jordan often was—and not just the sexual ones.

She could absolutely believe he’d purposefully left her with the people she was the next most comfortable with who weren’t Marek and Laura because the next time she saw the couple, he’d want to be there to support her.

Which was a weird thing to think about the man who’d taken her and used her against her will, but … Jordan wasn’t a normal kidnapper, if there even were such a thing.

The Earth citizens didn’t have the same mentality about such things that the moon people did. Not that Trish thought the Moon was a more moral place; they were just better about hiding their sins under shiny, glamorous disguises rather than leaving them out in the open, uncaring of who saw.

When Jordan came back and took her to dinner, he was as normal as before.

His hand caressed her bottom while they ate, making her skin tingle as if in anticipation of the spanking she’d get if he found out she’d shared information with Bella.

It made Trish more fidgety than normal as the anxiously waited for some sign he knew what she’d done.

But none came.

After dinner, he took her back to his room.

“I missed you today,” he murmured, leading her over to the bed.

Trish didn’t respond, even as a stupid trickle of warmth wound its way around her chest at his unexpected statement.

She looked up at him, tilting her head to the side and wishing her body wasn’t already heating and preparing itself for him.

There was no denying her reaction, but she still could wish she didn’t have it at all.

“Come here.” He didn’t need to say the words as he pulled her between his thighs and sat on the edge of the bed, but the order made her shiver, anyway.

Jordan pulled her in for a kiss, his lips and tongue demanding her participation as his hands slid under the pink skirt of her dress and squeezed her ass.

Trish stiffened for a moment before softening into his grip, her hands on his shoulders as he groped her, his fingers caressing and teasing her sensitive places.

The plug in her ass jiggled as his fingers brushed over it, jostling it slightly and awakening the nerve endings there. “Good girl.”

His lips slid down her neck as he pulled her forward so she was no longer standing but straddling his lap on the bed. Trish’s head fell back, giving him greater access to her throat as his hands kneaded her buttocks.

She wasn’t participating … but she wasn’t fighting, either. There was pleasure in passivity. Peacefulness in submission. She didn’t want to think; she just wanted to feel.

The com on Jordan’s belt chimed, and he stiffened with agitation beneath her. She pushed away her own wave of disappointment, feeling strangely vulnerable as he clicked the button on the earpiece he wore.

“Yes …” His eyes cut to her, blanking out, shutting down the desire that had been flaring in them. “I’ll be right there.”

She was not disappointed. She was definitely not disappointed.

It was an inevitable byproduct of being aroused and left hanging. Her body was disappointed. That didn’t mean she, as a person, was disappointed.

That was what she told herself, anyway.

“Stay here, babygirl. Don’t touch yourself. You don’t have to stay up if I take too long,” he said, picking her up off his lap and setting her down on the bed beside him.

He leaned down and kissed her, hard and thoroughly, making her pulse race.

Trish didn’t respond; she was too busy trying to control her wayward emotions and wound-up libido.

It was all his fault she’d gotten used to having her desires taken care of immediately.

Now she was all wound up and … yeah, she was definitely not going to masturbate.

Not because he’d told her not to, but because that would be admitting she wanted to.

She wasn’t that lost yet.

Trish let out a long sigh and flopped back onto the bed, trying to ignore the way her nipples tingled and her pussy pulsed between her legs.

She was not looking forward to him returning and taking care of that. She definitely wasn’t. Not even a little.

Stupid body.

Jordan entered the security room, and his gaze immediately went to the cameras.

“Report.”

“Nothing so far,” Bruno said, pointing at the two relevant cameras. “Well, Pet and Toy have been getting it on again, but that’s nothing new.”

Jordan sat down in the chair next to Bruno, much more interested in the other camera, which showed Trish flat on her back on the bed, her legs hanging off of it at the knee.

Her face was all scrunched up and her lips moved as though she were arguing with herself.

That or she was speaking so quietly the audio couldn’t pick it up.

“I bet Lenore that Toy is going to be the stupid one,” Bruno said. Used to the other man’s need for conversation, Jordan listened with half an ear as he watched the two monitors.

Bella caught his attention as she startled, saying she was hungry. Per the Wolf’s orders, her request was ignored.

“What do you think?” Bruce muttered. “Is she worried about us doing exactly what we’re doing?”

“Possibly,” Jordan said. The answer was probably ‘yes,’ but he wasn’t always good at predicting how others thought.

He almost cracked a smile as Bella waved her arms around, but then his attention was taken by Trish, who had gotten up from her spot on the bed and was now pacing around the room, studying the sigils on the walls.

“Oh ho …” Bruno said with a slight air of excitement. “It’s a race!”

As Bella waved her arms and requested food again, Trish walked up to one of the sigils and stroked it.

Unlike the Wolf’s sleeping chambers, every sigil in Jordan’s room was the entrance to a passageway, allowing him shortcuts throughout the compound.

With Trish’s back to the camera, he couldn’t see her expression, and he found his muscles tensing.

He didn’t like this. He didn’t like this at all.

Bella paced around the room while Alex slept in the bed. They’d exchanged a few words, but now she was restless, and he was still out of it. On the other screen, Trish pressed her fingers to the sigil.

Trish almost shrieked when the wall recessed and opened to leave her staring into a passageway that looked just like the one she’d gone through earlier with Jordan. An exit—a possible exit, anyway—right in his room.

Keeping her feet firmly planted—as if there were an invisible line on the floor—Trish gripped the side of the opening and leaned forward to look right and left down the passageways. There were three possible directions to go in, but no way of knowing where any of them would take her.

Swallowing hard, Trish straightened and stepped back. After a moment, the wall slid shut again.

Should she open it again? Go through it? Explore?

She looked around the room, her heart pounding.

From the moment she’d opened the passageway, Trish had expected someone to grab her. It couldn’t possibly be this easy.

Could it?

Jordan knew she knew about the passageways, yet he’d left her all alone. Because he trusted her not to leave? Because he thought she was too scared to leave? Or because she was being watched?

Of course, if she was being watched, wouldn’t someone have come to stop her by now?

Think … don’t be stupid, think. What would Bella do?

Trish didn’t mind admitting she admired Bella.

She didn’t know if she could handle what the Wolf did to Alex and Bella, and she was always surprised by how well Bella seemed to deal with everything the Wolf threw at her.

Even Alex didn’t always respond as well as Bella.

He fought, but there were times when he seemed close to breaking.

Bella bent. She went with the flow. She didn’t break down the way Trish did, and Bella didn’t seem like she’d given up, either.

She didn’t seem to be messed up in the head like Trish, either.

So Trish had told Bella about the passageways.

Would Bella go running down one without knowing where she was going?

No … of course, not. That would be stupid.

It would be far too easy to become lost. Plus, there was no way of knowing who else was in the passageways, and there weren’t any hiding spaces.

Bella would wait. She wouldn’t risk everything right away.

The room’s main door slid open behind Trish, and she jumped, spinning around guiltily. It didn’t matter that the passage entrance was closed—surely it was obvious what she’d been thinking about.

Jordan stepped through the door and lifted his eyebrow at her, and Trish’s mouth went dry with fear, even as her nipples hardened and her pussy clenched.

Fear made sense; her other reaction … well, it only made sense because of how accustomed she’d become to being Jordan’s sexual plaything.

Her body was excited because it thought its orgasm was coming.

Shaking his head, Jordan made a tsking noise. “You’ve been a naughty little girl.”

“No, I haven’t.” Her voice squeaked on the lie.