Page 11 of Enraptured

“I’ll make youcomeback to me if that’s what it takes.”

My head drops to her delectable core. I feast on it as if I haven’t eaten for days. She’s tart, tangy; hot lava flowing from a spring.

Her body tries to move. Either to fight this or the drugs chaining her—it’s hard to tell which.

Voices float around me. I’m conscious but can’t move. I’m trapped inside my body; my mind is the only thing working. But even my mind is sluggish trying to work out where I am.

But then the husky voice from my sweet nightmare is close by.

Then I remember, how he found me.

I feel the touch of his hand rub something silky across my skin. I feel every touch while locked inside the cage of my mind.

The torment he inflicts is unbearable.

I can’t move.

His hot mouth captures my nipple, wetness spurts from between my legs accompanied by the sweet, sharp tingle of need his touch invokes every time.

I can do nothing but lay trapped inside my body as he splits my gown, feasting on my breasts and core like a madman starved for days.

I guess he was.

My scream echoes in my own head as his ministrations force an orgasm I didn’t want to give him. But my body chose him. Our physical chemistry was always there. Despite how I tried to fight how his touch affected me.

He laughs low in his throat. “I told you—you’d never escape me, little dove. Soon, I’ll make sure it’s damn impossible.”

I hear him stroking himself in his hands, making guttural dirty moans, as he touches me with his hand, climaxing onto my bare stomach.

I’m paralyzed as his sticky release pools, slowly dripping. He leaves it, no doubt getting some perverted satisfaction on having his seed on me.

He always loved that. He would say it was a mark that I was his.

I’m not going to survive him again.

He made me a prisoner on his yacht but now he’s trapped me inside my own body. It’s hard to fight, I’m weak and the drugs are strong.

My hands try to move to find the sheet and clean myself.

“Little bird? Did you just try to move? I knew you could hear me—feel me and come back.”

My fingers clench wishing to punch the smirk he’s surely wearing right off his smug face.

But I can’t do anything but fall prey to my sated body and sleep.

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