Page 58 of Enslaved

“I knew this was too good to last forever. Is it work?”

He shrugged, “A combination of things.” He threaded our fingers together, “you won’t run, the first chance you get?”

I hesitated, he’s been so good for a bad boy these past few days. “I-I can’t lie to you. It’s all I thought about when you first captured me. But now that I’m slowly discovering who you are…no I won’t leave you. I’ll stay by your side until we can sort out what this is between us.”

“Thank you.” His eyes burned hot, as he kissed the palm of my hand. We napped under the shade of a tree, listening to the pounding waves as they rolled then broke.

I smiled, tucked safely to his side and dreamt of dark-haired babies with golden skin.

I was sad as the harbor came into view. But as we sped away in his hired car up the cliffs to his villa, I remembered the first night of passion we shared. I was eager to sleep in his embrace and wake with him in that same bed without having to run.

But Christos seemed more tense here. His moods shiftier. When we were out to sea it was just us—Christos and Jessie. But I knew he had work obligations, and I needed to figure out what to do with my life besides being a Greek Tycoon’s mistress.

Me? A mistress? It was funny to me that I was even mistress material, but by the way he rocked into me, the skin over his sculpted cheeks taunt, right before he came like a freight train boosted my confidence to new heights.

El Diablowanted me; only me and it was empowering. I no longer felt a captive, a kidnapped girl to be used as the devil’s sex-slave. If anything, I wanted it more than him. I found everything about him sexy. He had an urgent call on his satellite phone onboard last night from his PA. I gave him privacy and went to the galley to whip up a late-night snack. When I came back to bed, he was lounging in silk pajama pants and wearing a pair of dark-horn-rimmed reading glasses.

The food was forgotten. I bit my lip, pausing in the doorway. He was so engrossed in the papers he printed from his laptop, he never noticed me eye-fucking him from head-to-toe. His lips were pursed, eyebrows furrowed as he thought about whatever he was reading.

His tan pecs and abs made my mouth water…but there’s just something so damn sexy when a man puts on reading glasses. I unhooked the bra I was wearing, shimmied out of my panties then sashayed over to the bed where I plucked the papers right out of his hands.

He arched an eyebrow as his large, warm hands, cupped my breasts. My eyes never left his as I climbed onto his lap, straddling him. He hesitated…not as eager as he usually is.

“Is something wrong?” I had asked.

“Never. You know I like being in control,agápe.”

“Sit back and let me have my way with my sexy devil,” I had taunted.

“I can’t deny you anything, Jessie.” His eyes were soft but hot as he looked at me straddling his strong thighs as my hands took him out to play.

I rode him long and slow, each stroke, each rock of my hips, made me gasp as the thick tip hit my G-Spot over and over again.

We made love until dawn came, then finally slept. It was the best night of my life…it was more than passionate sex. It was love; magical, consuming and oh-so-good. I sighed as Freya—his housekeeper, came in carrying a tray of tea and scones. She’s British, shy and nervous. My presence here seems to scandalize her.

“Thank you.” I turned away from the window, to face her.

Her cheeks were on fire, and she refused to meet me in the eye. I decided we might as well clear the air. “Freya? Have I done something to offend you?”

“No. Of course not.”

“Oh? How come you seem embarrassed? You don’t approve of me being here?”

She set down the tray, ran her hands down her apron then looked up. “I-I was here that night. I heard your screams. He told me to leave…but I couldn’t,” she wrung her hands, “I should’ve stopped him…I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I liked it. I’m here now, aren’t I?”

Her face turned even redder. “So, you are. Will that be all?”

“I’d like to walk into town. Do you need anything?”

“The master won’t like that.”

“Wait. Stop. He makes you call him master, too?”

She bit her lip, eyes darting nervously, “He won’t like it. I-he-I used to be like you. I was broken…couldn’t go home, couldn’t face my friends.El Diablogave me a job that I’m grateful for. I should’ve stopped him, I saw the condition you were in, but I was scared. It brought me back…”

“What happened to you, Freya?”

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