Page 15 of Enslaved

It’s always more fun to break the strong ones.

Running a finger down her cheek, I made a promise. “I’ll never force you. You will want me with every fiber in your being. My touch will be both your ruin and your salvation. You’ll do everything I say because you’ll live to obey me.”

With my eyes holding hers, I bent my head until our noses touched. I stared at her hard. She never even blinked as she answered, “there’s a place for men like you. It’s called federal prison.”

With great reluctance I stepped back, letting her hair glide through my fingers as I let go.

“I’m not American. Besides, it wouldn’t matter. I’m going to be so deep inside of you—being in a locked cell wouldn’t even keep me out.”

Her eyes opened wide. She was genuinely scared of me now; a frightened little bird with nowhere to land.

“You’re insane.”

“Certifiably. With the medical files to prove it.”

Her hands gripped the rail turning white. “Stay away from me. Or I’ll report you to the captain.”

“Oh, sweet little dove. Who do you think owns this boat? Alex?”

Smirking, I buried my hands in my trouser pocket to keep myself from reaching for her again. “This whole summer’s been his stag party. His marriage is one of convenience. He needed to have some freedom before that sentencing. I own the captain just like I’m going to own that sweet pussy of yours.”

Her chin lifted. “Those are strong words coming from a man talking to me while the stink of another woman clings to him. Stay away from me you pyscho. Your dirty talk might work on someone else, but not on me. I don’t fall for that DOM shit.”

“You will. They all say that at first.”

She stilled.

“I’ve done this before. Played this game…and won.”

“Oh? What did these women win?”

“Me.”

“That’s hardly a prize.”

Something in me snapped. I was going to play cat and mouse with her for a few more weeks. It’s part of the fun; making them wonder just when you’ll pounce—going for the kill.

She sensed that she had pushed me too far. Leaping away from the rail, her legs dodged left then right. She was fast. But I’m a born hunter. My nostrils flared, sensing I’ve just given chase to the worthiest prey yet. A smart one, who won’t be easily trapped.

Her bare feet jumped over the cleats on the deck that held the lines as I gave chase.

She might be part of the crew, but I had this yacht custom built. I know it better than she does. She’s more athletic than I thought, feet flying, hurdling over deck furniture trying to escape.

My heart thudded against my ribcage, adrenalin kicking in. My eyes were keen as a lion on the hunt in the African plains.

If she only knew my secret, that I’d lose interest the minute she stops.

The chase only feeds my depraved addiction. The only way to stop this—is if she acted like most women on the Med—horny and down to fuck. Dying for a chance to live my lavish lifestyle for as long as they warm my bed.

Just as my hands almost reached her, they brushed against empty air. My eyes went wide in horror as she disappeared into the blackness below.

She vaulted over the deck rail, jumping into the dark. The sound of a sickening thump shortly followed.

“Jessie?!” I roared, biceps bulging as my hands gripped the cold metal rail, my body lunged forward, eyes searching below.

The veins in my neck popped, if she didn’t die—I was going to fucking kill her for pulling a stunt like that.

“Fuck,” I breathed, heart still pounding at the sight of her hot pink toes. She landed like a cat. Her eyes looked up at me as she stood, opened a door to the belly of the boat and went inside.

She might have escaped my clutches tonight, but it won’t be long before she’s exactly where I want—naked and at my mercy.

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