Page 14 of Enslaved

“Fine, you busted me.”

I smirked, “one word from me to the captain and you’re gone.”

“I-I’m sorry, but I didn’t think my dream job would entail catering to hookers and whores. And you smell like one,” she shrugged coming closer, into the light streaming through a porthole. “I just wanted to learn everything about mega yachts. Who knows? Maybe one day I could be a captain.”

My eyes widened.

It was her.

My head tipped back; arms resting against the railing as I wondered what to make of her up close. Her cutting tongue was at odds with her innocent looks.

I didn’t like it at first. Not one bit.

I’m to be respected, kneeled to like a king, and no one speaks to me like this—ever.

“Do you know who I am?”

She shrugged, ignoring me, as she secured the covers on the deck furniture before they had a chance to blow off in the wind. “Yeah…another arrogant, overly rich, entitled prick. One of the many I’ve met working in the Med.”

My lips curled. She had no idea she was sparring with the devil. I’m all over the European tabloids, but Jessie isn’t the type to care about gossip or fashion. My PI’s research was quite thorough.

In one sudden movement, I was off the rail and on her. She was bent over securing a knot. I moved in standing right behind her, only two layers of clothing separated the curves of her ass from me.

She spun around slapping me away, “I’m not here to work on my back.”

“Who said anything about your back sweetheart? I’d bet you do your best work on your knees.”

Eyes locked together, we battled. Her chest rose and fell with the quick breathing of her anger.

I want this one.

I knew I would.

I craved to break her, fuck that sassy mouth, and make her beg for more. I’d do it too; just because I could. Just because I’m a sick fuck that gets turned on by this shit. I’m a heartless bastard. A man walking around with no soul. I know it’s wrong. I have reason…just no emotions. My mother sent me to shrink after shrink wondering why I was different.

I’m defective.

A man with no empathy and no remorse. The only time I feel is when I’m breaking in a new pet. It’s an addiction I’ll never quit, but once I’ve succeeded the thrill’s over and it’s time to find a new one. Whenherresume landed on my desk, something about her piqued my attention. It was the doe-eyed look in her hopeful brown eyes. The mix of sweet innocence combined with the yearning of adventure in her gaze as her chin tipped up towards the camera.

Her photograph did her in.

From that moment on—she became my prey.

I moved forward. She had no choice but to back up. The front of my thighs pressed her against the deck rail. My hands reached up, ripping her hair free of its ponytail.

Wrapping the glossy strands around each wrist, I jerked her head. My lips were an inch from hers. “Fly while you can little bird. It won’t be long until I have you trapped in my gilded cage.”

“Never. Men like you don’t turn me on.”

My eyebrow arched. “Your pulse betrays you, right here,” my lips found it. She tried to lift a knee to my balls but anticipating the move—my hips shifted. My knees squeezed the outside of her thighs closing her legs, robbing me of the sweet warmth of her womanhood that my dick wanted to stay pressed up against.

“Stop. I’ll scream. I mean it. I don’t want this.”

“Are you scared, little bird?”

She didn’t answer, but by the murderous gleam in her eyes, I could tell she was more angry than afraid.

Good.

---