Page 12 of Enraptured

CHRISTOS

“WILL SHE FEEL THIS?”

“Again, it’s tough to say. It’ll only be a strong pinch, either way.”

Disgusted with this fool of a doctor who practically salivated at the smell of sex permeating the small cabin, I try damn hard not to drop kick him out of the trap door beneath the floor at 36,0000 feet.

Beckett smirks at the ripped silk gown covered in dry cum on the floor. I pulled the sheet up over my sleeping dove not wanting him to see one inch of skin that belongs to me.

He holds the tracker in his gloved hand getting ready to inject the chip into the underside of her wrist. She moans as he places it. Triumph spreads through me like a creeping virus.

She’s mine.

Won’t be able to run anywhere I can’t track.

It’s over—feeling like I can let my heart beat again. I leave her to rest. She’s going to need it because as soon as she recovers—her re-training begins.

The plane starts making a slow descent. I flew her across the world, to a place where she has no friends.

Opening the door to the flight deck, I sit in the co-pilot’s chair checking the gages, speed and altitude.

“Thirty minutes till landing, sir.”

I nod placing the headset on.

Thirty minutes until I land two birds—my dove and the plane, in one tiny spot deep in the forest along a piece of rugged coastline.

My mother’s estate outside of Exmoor National Park in England is the perfect place to hide my stolen pet. It’s tucked along the rugged bluffs and bordered by miles of forests and nature preserves while being only a three-hour drive to London. No outsiders ever venture this far, preferring Cornwall, the Lake District or Wales.

I nod to the pilot, taking over and continue our descent. Being one of the world’s greatest assholes has its perks. I’ve been just as obsessed with work as I am with my little dove’s body. Hell, I was personally invited to be a guest speaker at an international economic summit. But I passed choosing instead to recover my lost pet.

My eyes used to devour numbers and financial statements; reading them like a menu. I submerged myself in numbers and theory. It’s how I always survived time untilher.

I’d be happy. If I was still taking my meds.

But satisfied is just as good.

Spending time, mending my broken bird is just what I need. Our sweet chaos tames the beast in me. Our wild love gives my mind clarity. She brings out the best in me, while my touch slowly kills her more and more. Day by day. But I can’t stop. Can’t stay away from her. And if she does die, I’ll follow her to heaven and drag her back to hell with me. For there’s no doubt that’s where I’ll go and I’m not spending eternity without her.

Even if she burns with me. I’m selfish. Too selfish to ever let her go. After we land and taxi down the runway, I unbuckle my belt eager to take my dove to her new home. My security guard in England, Boris, has my car waiting for us as I descend from the plane with a still unconscious Jessie in my arms. It’s late as we pass through the gates and I carry her straight upstairs to bed.

“Wake-up,glykía mou.I’ll be damned if I let you escape tonight. I don’t want to spend another night hard and lonely with nothing but the ghost of moonlight hitting the empty side of the bed next to me. Tonight I want to watch it spill over your breasts, your thighs and hear you moan as I hum against your clit, spread your thighs and take back what’s mine.”

But my sleeping beauty still refuses to return to me. A smirk played across my lips,stubborn dove. She loves fighting me at every turn and this is no different.

I press a soft kiss to her lips, “Sleep well, little one.”

I sigh, walking downstairs to my office. She has no friends in England. Safely tucked away in the remote English countryside, the only friends she’ll find are field mice and the barn cat. If I let her go outside.

I wake up disoriented. My hands are bound behind my back. I’m huddled in a ball wearing nothing but a short T-shirt that I’ve never seen before.

He found me.

He’s reduced me to nothing but a helpless girl dying for him. I knew the only way to survive this—survive him was to get away from it all.

I’ve fought him every step of the way. But as much as my mind never wanted this, my body burns, yearns for just one stroke, one touch of his finger on my body.

He makes my blood sing, my body quake and quiver, but my mind and heart—well they are on the endangered species list, on the verge of turning to dust and dying forever.

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