Page 41 of Enslaved

“Can-can you just talk to me? Help me understand who you are?”

His dark eyes finally cut to mine. “You already know who I am. The devil—the man who will own you—body and soul, until I say you are free. But be prepared, little dove—the high of you is something I’ve never experienced before, and I can’t ever picture wanting to let that go.”

“It’s not too late. Change your mind. Why…why didn’t anyone help me in Capri when I was begging for help?”

“Because they saw the same thing I did. You’re already mine.” He grabbed my hand, gently stroked the inside of my wrist, speaking in low tones. “Why? Why did you want it to be me to rescue you from your would-be-rapist at the club? You even admitted that night it could’ve only been me. It’s natural to fight what you’re afraid of little one. And you should be afraid, but you also know deep down inside that you belong with me. It’s…I knew it too when I saw your photograph. You captured me, dove. And yet here you sit, pouting at being taken my prisoner.”

I couldn’t utter a word. For he was right.

My cell was lighting up in my hand.

But fuck work. I hit ignore as my PA’s name flashed across the screen. When Jin phoned me, telling me he found her. I walked right out of a contract negotiation my firm’s been working on for weeks, and started making plans to catch my runaway pet.

Elation was the second emotion to flood through my body. It rushed over me in a wave so strong—it rocked me back on my heels when my phone pinged, showing my dove’s exact location.Now, here she was. Hating me with every breath she took, but wanting me at the same time.

She was perfect. Her head was bent, lips pursed as she finally spoke. “I hate that you are stealing the choice from me. I came halfway around the world to be free, not be imprisoned.”

“Ah, sweeting, you are even more dramatic than me, and my excuse is being part Greek. I’ll hurt you, but it’ll be good. So good for the two of us.” My cock twitched just picturing all the ways I was going to do it, too.

She sucked in a breath; it whistled through the small gap between her front teeth. I wanted my cock there. Against her full lips, feeling the sharp scrape of her again, she sucked me better than anyone I’ve ever had that night we fucked like there was no tomorrow.

“I wished…hoped…you’d never find me.”

“Liar.” My fingers traced the vein on the inside of her wrist, “Admit it. You dreamed of me. Dreamed of this,” I took her hand, placing it on my dick that was tenting in my pants. I hissed. Her touch felt so fucking good even with two layers of expensive cloth separating her from my bare flesh.

“Stop thinking. Just feel. Who cares why? This…this sexual pull between us is the most honest thing in the whole fucking world. I’ve seen enough to promise you that.”

“I ripped up the agreement you forced me to sign.”

“I don’t need it now. In case you were confused, you’ve been officially kidnapped.”

“I didn’t miss that part.”

A flicker of something awoke in me. My lips started to twitch but before I could form a laugh, whatever feeling was there extinguished.

My god. I almost laughed? A real laugh. She is a miracle. My miracle. No one will take her from me. Ever.

Her back was turned to me the entire car ride to Ravello. Her back was stiff, her hand white, as she gripped the door handle anxiously waiting for any chance to escape her fate. But she won’t escape ever again. I left Alex to enjoy his last few weeks of freedom on the Oasis and secured a smaller yacht here in Ravello. A yacht that doesn’t require a crew. Equipped with the latest satellite technology and outfitted to my tastes; it’s the perfect cage for my dove. She’ll be stuck in my sexual prison, forced to meet my every demand, with no escape.

I was forced to shift in my seat, grimacing as my aching cock unfurled in my pants. He remembered her slick heat and wanted back in.Theos,so did I. My hand itched to yank her by the hair, forcing her to face me. But I resisted the impulse by closing my fist around the small bottle of pills carefully tucked inside the pocket of my pants.

“Why? Why me?” She whispered with her nose pressed to the glass window.

I didn’t answer. How could I explain the monster I am, when I don’t even understand myself?

I took my hands out of my pockets, placing them on my bouncing knees. I’d spent over a week planning every which way I was going to punish her, and I couldn’t wait to get started.

The car pulled up to the dock, and I practically sprang out, rounding to the other side. I ripped her door open and held out my hand, “Come, little dove.” Her reluctance, the smell of her fear mixed with the sweet tang of her arousal made me more insane than I already was. She sat huddled against the side of the car I had just exited, desperate to put space between us. But soon my dick will be buried inside her sweet cunt, and no space will separate our flesh as our sweat mixes, gluing us together.

Fuck yeah.

I wanted her now.

Her punishment and training can wait, my balls full of thick seed couldn’t.

I bent my head, the top half of my body reaching inside. She unfurled her fist, punched me in the face, then made a break for it. She was a hot little piece, with blood on fire. And I wanted her to burn for me.

I tore after her, but she was faster than I thought. Her athletic, lithe frame darted in-between honking cars and workers pedaling bikes.

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