Page 56 of Enslaved

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“STOP,” I SHRIEKED as Christos dove under, pulling me down beneath the warm sea with him.

We kissed under the water, mouths pressed tight, sharing precious air. He’s a risk taker, lives at the edge, and it makes sense when the man never knew the churn of fear in his gut. He dove down deep with me in his arms, kissed me for minutes, daring death as our lungs burned. When I thought I might black out from the pleasure of dying with him in my mouth and all around me, we broke through the surface; both of us panting like mad.

I’m learning things about him. Every day he shares more and more of himself with me. Telling me how he methodically picks apart companies, leaving them no choice but to sell it to him to divide into pieces and sell again. The stories I like the best are the ones from boarding school where he and Alex caused so much mayhem.

I understand both men, now that Christos has told me everything, every dark secret he and Alex shared. Trusting me as his woman, his mate, to keep them safe.

“Hungry, my little mermaid?”

I laughed, floating on my back, letting the sun touch my naked breasts. Skinny dipping is decadent. Being with Christos alone, sheltered by a cove, sleeping under the stars and swimming in the sea by day, is living. I’ve never felt so alive as I do in his presence.

“Yes, I’m starved,” I answered, reaching for him.

“I’ve awoken a sleeping seductress.” He grinned, bending to taste my nipples floating near his face. Just as I reached for him, he dove under, swimming towards the boat.

My fists punched the water, pouting, I refused to follow him. He was sex on a stick and somehow, he programmed me into a woman who wanted nothing else but him in me, 24/7.

I smiled wryly, the irony not lost on me—how days ago, I cringed from his touch; now I lived for it.

I dolphin-dived under. Never have I felt so free. Swimming naked and mating with my man has changed me into a mermaid. A sea siren. I giggled as I came up for air. I’ve never felt sexier, more womanly or powerful as I have, sans makeup, expensive blowouts, and without a single stitch of designer clothing on. I was right and my mother wrong. She is going to flip when she finds out I’m with the world’s most eligible bachelor.

“Hurry, upagápe mou.I have a surprise for you.”

I swam towards him, with a smile lighting up my face. He stood on the bow, skin golden brown with his dark hair dripping down his back. He was a god. A Greek god come to life. I’d never stop wanting him, of that I was sure.

He held out a hand, lifting me out of the water. I wasted no time urgently pressing my wet skin to his.

“Again? Didn’t I take care of you this morning?”

“Yes, but I only came twice. Yesterday it was three times.”

“Tsk. Tsk. How remiss of me.” His hands slid down, to play with me. I bit my lip as he chuckled low in his throat finding me ever ready for him. “How shall we rectify this? Are you ready, do you trust me, little one, to put out the ache that consumes you?”

“Yes, just don’t extinguish it.”

He carried me down below to our room. “Wait here.”

My eyes widened as he came back with a bottle of lubricant and a handful of toys.

“Christos?” He applied lube to a smooth black glass plug.

“Lay on your stomach. Relax, take a deep breath and exhale.” I did, and as I breathed out he slid it in.

“Ah,” I gasped as the warm glass slid inside me. It stretched me; I felt full. A burn started to build in the lowest part of my stomach then increased as it climbed higher. I rocked my hips on the bed, felt the cool sheets chafe against my breasts.

“Put a bikini on. We’re picnicking on the beach.” He slapped my ass, making the plug shift inside me.

“Ah, oh,” I helplessly moaned.

“Feels good, eh?” He brought his hand down again, I buried my face in the bedding, using my own hand to rub myself.

“No.” He jerked my hand away, “she belongs to me.”

“Where are you going?” I asked as he turned to leave.

“To get the launch ready.”

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