Page 2 of Enraptured

I wish I could say I was a good man. A decent man.

But I’m not.

I’m a ruthless bastard.

I take what I want without apology.

And I want her back. Gagged and bound. I want to break her until she bleeds. I need to punish her for breaking me;El Diablo. The devil with no heart.

“Where are you? Thinking about her again?”

“Have you ever been in love Alex?”

He ignores my question and takes another drag of his cigarette while looking out into the night. “Maybe once. It’s fleeting, Christos. A sham of an emotion. Tricking your mind, but it leaves as quickly as it comes.”

“Theos, when did you become so deep,eh?”

The sounds of clinking glasses, popping bottles of champagne and notes from the live band floats through the trees where we watch, hidden by shadows.

“Where the fuck have the two of you been? I’m practically getting molested out there.”

A snort escapes me as Dimitri joins us in the shadows. He’s almost as ruthless as me and just as powerful. I haven’t seen him since that night. I’m still ornery as fuck about how he pushed me with her. And then had the absolute balls to try to take her from me.

“Christos here, is being a real pussy tonight. He’s cut up over hislost little pet.”

“Shut the fuck up, before I break your face.” I turn to Alex ready to lay him out with my fists.

“You’d be doing me a favor. Christ, do I have to consummate the damn thing?” He shuddered.

Dimitri shrugs, “Put a bag over her head.”

“That’s bloody brilliant. But my cock might freeze and fall off if I stick it in her. She’s such a frigid bitch.”

“Do you want me to intervene? I’ve developed a talent for kidnapping.”

“Sod off! Bloody hell, did you just make a joke? Fucking,El Diablo, has a sense of humor now, eh?”

My cigar dangles from my lips as I drag both hands through my hair. The ache in my gut for her slowly lessens as the hot smoke uncurls in my lungs. This shit relaxes me. I just never realized that’s what it was before.

“Have there been any leads?” Alex asks.

“No,” I bite out, pretending to choke on smoke.

“You wanker. Are you crying?”

“Fuck no, you asshole. Ash flew in my eye. It’s breezy as hell out here.”

“You shouldn’t have fucked your ex-sub in front of her. Especially, if it wasn’t over between the two of you.” Dimitri chimes in.

“Maybe I wanted it to be over. Hell—needed it to be over. I’m fucking obsessed with her. Fuck…feelings are over-rated.”

“Then don’t be so cut-up about it. I wanted her. I would’ve taken her from you if she hadn’t escaped.”

“Fuck off Dimitri. Don’t you dare go looking for her. If you do—I’ll kill you.” I lunge forward, getting in his face. My emotions are wild; out of control. A million things hit me at once—memories of my mother singing me to sleep. My father belting me across the face. And her.

It’s always her.

My doctors are elated. Not only did the medication work, but I’m able to connect my heart with my memories. The pain that consumes me keeps me awake all night. I’m a mess; falling apart… without her love to save me.

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