Page 19 of Enslaved

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I BIT THE INSIDE OF MY CHEEK HARD, FORCED to watch my lead deckhand with my little dove, devouring her with his eyes as she asked him to dine with her.

It’s my fault.

I pressed her too hard, too soon. Now she thinks she can flee into a lesser man’s arms for protection.

As if that boy with barely any hair on his face or chest could stop me.

No one can stop me from taking what I want.

And what I want is to make Jessie Montgomery my next conquest. I want to feel her young, lithe body under me as I wrap her hair around my wrists, driving into her repeatedly as she begs me to let her come—something which she must earn.

Lifting my Cuban to my lips, I paused, feeling desire sing in my blood as I stared down at the glossy photo stapled to her resumé

Jessie Montgomery.

Twenty-three.

Single.

Born in San Diego, USA.

A dedicated worker, seasoned crew member and my next delightful dove in training. I’m hard, straining against my trousers as my finger traces her cheeks. I’ve done this for weeks, jacking off to her photo, picturing those lips with the gap between her teeth wrapped around my cock, taking me deep.

My wayward thoughts were disrupted by the chief stew scurrying toward me.

“May I get you anything,sir?” Without even glancing her way, I shrugged, dismissing her with my silence as I pushed off the railing walking inside my mega yacht.

I don’t even know why I bought the damn thing. I was hoping spending two-hundred million would make me feel something; stupid even.

Devising my plan on how to woo my next victim, my bare feet treaded lightly down the hall to the master stateroom. She’s consuming my thoughts. I wondered where she is, only to find her in my room with her fingers trailing over my cufflinks laying on the dresser.

Pausing silently, my eyes roamed over her backside, noticing how the stewardess uniform hugged to the curves of her ass. Just like I knew it would when I ordered Sara to give it to her. I had intentionally selected a size too small for Jessie.

She picked up my bottle of five-hundred-dollar custom-made cologne, inhaling as she closed her eyes taking a long whiff.

“Does it make you wet?”

The bottle fell from her hands, clanking on the dresser. She was frozen in shock at being caught touching my things.

“Admit it,” I breathed stalking closer, closing the gap between us, “you laid in bed all night thinking of me…wanting everything I told you I’d do.”

Her hands fumbled the bottle as she attempted to place my things back where I last left them. “Leave it,” I commanded noticing the drops of liquid staining the mahogany wood.

“It’ll leave a stain.”

“So? I’ll have the dressing table replaced.”

“Just like that?”

“Just like that.” Coming up behind her I assessed her, as our eyes met in the mirror. My index finger swirled in the spilled cologne, lifting it, I rubbed my scent between the hollow of her breasts watching her pupils dilate in the glass.

“Theos,you make me so hard.” My cock strained against my trousers. I gently touched her waist, bringing her back against my caged anaconda.

She bit her lip, “What if I did think of you? I might have thought about it briefly, but I can’t. So please stop whatever game it is you’re playing. I don’t do casual sex. Besides, I have feelings for someone else.”

Raising my eyebrows, I moved to the side placing my things back in place. “Is that so, little one?”

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