Page 40 of Enslaved

With a sigh, I stood up, dusted off my palms where tiny pebbles stuck to my sweat coated skin. I knew for certain I was a full-blooded woman who knew what it felt like to be fucked into submission. Surprisingly, I didn’t find it dirty or demeaning like I thought. No—Christos was right. I want and crave more of it, but it doesn’t have to be with him. Maybe I need to find a man who is rough and adventurous in bed, but who’s regular in every other sense, especially when it comes to having a normal relationship.

I sighed, walked down the rocky path on jellied legs, remembering my ex, Warren. I missed the intimacy we shared. The long walks on the beach and snuggle sessions on the couch, while we binge watched old shows on Netflix. We used to take turns cooking and laughed at how awful some of the meals had turned out. I don’t miss him,per se, but I miss that. I can’t picture Christos as the type of man who would enjoy any of those things. Hell, I doubt he even has any hobbies that don’t include dark dungeons with an arsenal of sex toys.

I was so busy in my musings that I didn’t notice the Mercedes SUV with tinted windows parked alongside the curb outside the youth hostel until I heard the voice that haunts my dreams—turning them into nightmares.

“Ah, so my little dove thought she would fly…how do you Americans say it? The coup?”

Stunned, quivering, and shell-shocked—his presence was a jolt to my system. I was afraid to raise my eyes, that he’d witness the need in them warring with the fear in my heart.

“H-how did you find me?” I finally stammered.

He reached into the pocket of his expensive trousers, pulling my cell phone out, holding it head high. “Tracker app. Very effective,glykiá mou,at finding lost little birds. I had a chance to install it on your phone when you were tied up in my bed, begging for me to fuck you. One, two, three, four, is hardly a secure passcode. Thank you for finally charging it.”

“Bastard,” I breathed. “Give it to me!” I lunged, jumping up trying to snatch my phone from his grasp, but all I ended up doing was put myself in the circle of his arms as they wrapped around my waist like steel bands. “Be a good girl, and get in the car,” he murmured against my ear. He opened his mouth, letting his teeth scrape down the side of my neck.

“Never!” My hands came up to his chest, trying to break free of his hold.

“I’ve heard you say that before…” His lips nibbled at my ear, “this isn’t finished between us, and you know it.” His arms tightened. He caught his prize and wasn’t letting go.

“There’s no need to finish…whatneverstarted.”

“There you go with that word again. Get in, or your punishment will be worse than what I’ve already planned.” He spun me around, pressing me back against the front of his body. His hard cock nudged my ass. I was weak, remembering how it felt pounding into me, but my flight instinct finally kicked in. I knew it was time to run.

“Let me go!” I yelled, attempting to elbow him in the stomach and stomp on his instep like I learned in the self-defense class I took years earlier.

“Never.” His throaty laugh danced along the nape of my neck, my traitorous body was rejoicing at the feel of his muscular one imprinted against my back, the nudging of his hard hips against my backside making my core soft and wet for her master. His fingers skated down my bared midriff, uncaring at the stares we were receiving. I closed my eyes, lost in the feel of being in his embrace as the smell of his aftershave and manliness washed over me. I bit my lip swaying at the visceral need coursing through me to just give in, stop fighting the insane pull between us and let go. Give in to the devil for as long as he wants; my principles be damned.

He started walking backwards, holding me in his arms. His meaty henchman already had a large palm holding the back door open while my backpack sat at his feet.

“Help! Help Me! He’s kidnapping me!” I screamed until I was turned around fast and his brutal lips silenced the rest of my pleas. His hands caught mine as I beat against his chest. I tried to tip my head back, but I couldn’t because he maneuvered me against the side of the car in one swift move. His kiss was punishing, unlike the carnal dueling of tongues, we shared before.

When he finally lifted his head, so we could breathe I muttered, “I thought you didn’t kiss on the mouth?”

“I don’t. There’s something about you that makes me want to break all of my own rules.”

“Lucky me.”

He smiled sardonically forcing me into the backseat. “No little dove.Lucky me.”

As soon as the door shut, his driver sped off, I thought he’d take me back to his lair on top of the cliffs, but instead, we drove along the coast until we reached another town against the sea. I sat as far away from him as I could. His lips twitched, for once his eyes shone where there had been no light before. My discomfort and distaste for him only making it shine brighter.

“Where are we?”

“Ravello.”

I sank further against the cool leather seat in defeat. He has me. In every way, and according to the smirk plastered on his face; he knows it.

The car drove to the base of the dock. The engine turned off, but I refused to move.

“Look at me.”

Shutting my eyes, trying to prevent the tears brimming like a pool against my closed lids, I held my breath, knowing I was at the edge of a cliff with no way out but to jump and hope the fall doesn’t shatter me into a million broken pieces.

He grabbed my chin; I felt the pad of his finger swiping a tear that escaped. “What are you so afraid of when we’ve already been together?”

“You. I’m afraid of you.”

He sighed as I opened my eyes, his hand fell from my face as he gazed past me, dark eyes lost in the clear blue sea, “you should be. And I can’t…won't even apologize for the things I’m going to do to you. It’s just my nature—who I am. Who I always was.”

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