Page 64 of Enslaved

I watched my seed drip down her bared breasts; getting hard again. Servers walked around carrying trays full of champagne and condoms. When she stopped by us, I took a glass, pocketed a half dozen condoms and took my dove’s leash back from Dimitri. “Thirsty, my love?” I held a glass of champagne for her to take. She did, seconds later throwing it in my face.

My collared sub, dared to embarrassEl Diablo? Here? In front of the most powerful circle of players in the world. This insult couldn’t go unanswered.

“How very unfortunate for you; that you still haven’t learned to curb that temper of yours. Tell me…,” I leaned closer, pulling the chain on her throat tight, “how far will you go for me, little one?”

“Not very. I’m done.”

“How fickle is my dove’s love? Hours ago, you begged me to love you, to keep you. How am I supposed to believe anything you say, when you keep changing your story?”

“I’ve never lied to you. But I see now it’s over. I had hoped you wouldn’t throw away the best thing to happen to you…me.”

“Perhaps you are the best but also the worst, eh,glykiá mou?”

Tears glistened in her eyes; I was breaking her. “Broken looks good on you. I’ve never seen you look more beautiful.”

“I hate you.”

“Really? The night is just beginning…you’ll both loathe and love me by morning.” Our spat was gathering a lot of attention. I needed to show them El Diablo was still in control, that my pet had not broken him. I tugged her collar, forcing her to follow me into the center of the ballroom. She held her torn dress up to her chest with both hands. Dimitri followed, no doubt, intrigued at what I would do next. I surveyed the room, not finding what I wanted until I saw them. Two women were with Alex on a red velvet sofa bed in the center of the room. I yanked her chain, leading her right up to the three of them. “My bird wants to play.” I recovered my shock well when Freya turned from the woman she was caressing, looking at Jessie and me squarely in the eye.

“No, she doesn’t.” My dove squeaked.

Alex let go of the nipple he was sucking on, to turn his head. “I was wondering when you’d show.”

“She’s my gift to you tonight. Enjoy her…”

I thrust her into Alex’s arms.

“No!” My bird dropped to her feet. “Please, I’ve witnessed what he does…please, Christos, if you ever felt a molecule of love for me…don’t.”

“I can’t let what you did back there stand. I warned you…and you knew where I was taking you tonight.”

Her arms wrapped around my waist. She hugged me, her arms and eyes pleading with me to show mercy. But the devil doesn’t know the meaning of the word much less feel it.

I refused to believe he was lost to me. I had to try and fight…to bring him back. But there was no reasoning with him. He was processing too much at once. I could see the war raging inside him, and hoped my golden god would prevail, not the dark devil standing in front of me.

Maybe he was bipolar or a man splitting two souls. I didn’t care; I loved him regardless. I just had to get through tonight, get him back to his villa where it’s just the two of us.

I wept against his trousers. My ripped gown was wet with his release and dozens of eyes stared at us, wondering what I’d done—wanting to see what he’d do next. He signaled Alex with a flick of his wrist. “Take them upstairs; we’ll be right behind you.”

I was momentarily relieved as I was led up a grand staircase into a bedroom. But my relief was short lived.

Christos took out that onyx pocket knife of his, taking great pleasure in cutting the rest of my dress off.

“Get on the bed.” His eyes were cold. His tone flat. I was humiliated. I knew Freya and Alex…it would be easier to be this vulnerable in front of strangers. I had no doubts that Christos had snapped. From all the research I had done, turning on his emotions all at once without the guidance of trained professionals to help him process all these new feelings is dangerous.

Very dangerous.

And I was the sacrificial lamb of his wrath.

“I changed my mind. Come.” He jerked me to him. “Dimitri, want to play?”

Dimitri, shrug off his tuxedo coat and vest, unsnapped his buttons one by one. He stood right in front of me. I felt Christos at my back. I was trapped. Caged in between two huge DOM’s not knowing what they had in store for me.

My ass was burning from the plug he shoved in me. Christos’ arms wrapped around my waist, his breath was in my ear. Dimitri smelled so good, was just as handsome as Christos but my mind still revolted at what my body was screaming at me to do. I’ve always been a one-man sort of woman.

Dimitri cupped my face, lowered his head and kissed me. I tried to keep my mouth shut, but he gripped my chin harder until I gave him access. He was rough. There was no apology in his kiss. He tasted different than Christos. But before I could think what his taste was, I was jerked back.

“You’re going to pay for that, Dimitri. Kissing subs is against the rules, especially one that’s not yours,” Christos seethed.

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