Page 47 of Enslaved

I hauled her into my arms, “forget the bilge. Let’s just go down. Go down with meagápe. Come up on deck, let the storm tear through us as we burn together.”

“You really are mad. No. I’m staying here to fix the plugged pipe.”

“She would’ve done it,” I taunted.

“Who?”

“Fiona, your predecessor.”

“Well, she was obviously stupid.”

Feeling a grin on my face, my hands went up to touch my cheeks in surprise. Every emotion I display is forced, usually faked. But she brings them out in me spontaneously. Another large wave crashed into the boat; forcing a forty-degree roll.

“Go!” she hissed pushing me out the door.

“Fine! But when the storm is over, you’re mine! The things I’m going to do to you…”

She shivered. And I doubted it was because she was naked.

The storm intensified. When I went back up to the bridge I could barely see the waves coming at us. I turned the wheel hard and the bow swung left. We rode the crest of waves we couldn’t barrel over, surfing with a hope and a prayer we wouldn’t be tossed upside-down.

I used the navigation system and radar as a guide, plotted a new path towards the tip of the Italian coast, calculating the odds we’d make it.

“Is that our course?”

She snuck up on me, rain clung to her bare body. Drops of water fell from the tips of her skin landing on my forearm.

“It’s too risky. There are shoals and reefs out there.” She pointed to the map. “I spent hours with Andre learning and charting the entire Italian coastline.”

“Andre? Thatmalakawho let you get drugged?” I rolled my eyes.

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?”

“Yes, I did. Put some clothes on. Only anidiotwould prance around a storm like this completely naked.”

She raised an eyebrow as we both gripped the console for support as the next wave hit us and the emergency sirens blared.

“I thought you fixed the bilge.”

“I did. You just burned an engine. We are bothroyally fuckedif we don’t get out of this. Give me your shirt,” she commanded.

“It’d be my pleasure.” I unbuttoned my drenched shirt, letting her try to shield herself in the soaked fabric.

“Never mind,” she grumbled, “I’d rather go naked, then drown wearing that.”

I grinned. She made me feel high—like I could conquer the world. I knew it was the drugs I was taking, altering my brain chemicals. I took two pills yesterday by mistake. She had me so distracted that I absentmindedly took two. It’s no wonder I feel like a god tonight, conquering the sea. With this naked nymph by my side; I could do anything.

I grabbed her by the waist setting her down on top of the screens.

“What are you doing?”

“Making you come.”

I spread her knees, feasted on her soft flesh, her cries as loud as the stormy sea, then she broke coming all over my face as we drifted out of the storm.

It took everything in me, not to take myself out and plunge inside. Instead, I took her hand, leading her back down below.

She hesitated, stopping short above me. Just as I turned around I felt her shove with all her strength. The stairs were slippery, I lurched forward, hands gripping the equally slippery rails to stop myself from falling overboard.

“Did you just try to kill me? They call me the devil, but even I have never attempted murder. For the record—I was going to run you a hot bath and make you some soup.Fuck that. You’re going back into your cell, cold, wet and naked. But you’re still burning here, aren’t you love?” My hands grabbed her cunt hard. “I let my guard down with you. I won’t be making that mistake until you’ve fully accepted your fate.”

“I’ll get sick.”

“So? At least I didn’t attempt to drown you.”

“Going back down there is worse than drowning, please, don’t.” Ignoring her pleas, I put her over my shoulder in a fireman’s hold. My hand smacked her ass as I carried her down. I liked the way the hard smack against her flesh sounded. So, I did it again. And again. I knew as soon as I deposited her I was going to take a hot shower and jack off in my palm to the way she tasted.

I opened her prison, attached her chains and left. But I did go back throwing her a musty blanket, and a bottle of merlot and a wad of hard cheese.

See? I wasn’t that cruel, and I did make her come earlier, too.

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