Page 26 of Enraptured

His powerful hips surge forward, pressing me back against the wall. “Feel how much I want you, Jessie.”

I pry my mouth from his. “As much as you wanted her?” I drip with sarcasm, but my eyes speak to his, wanting to know.

“I never loved her. You know your destruction was my high, not her body.”

“Did you even love me? Or was that just another part of your sick game?”

He lowers his eyes, releases my hands as he plants both his hands on the stall door on either side of my head. “I did love you. For a second I loved you.” His eyes raise, burning with sincerity as he gazes at me five inches away.

“What happened? Why? Please, I need to know why you did that to me?” My voice cracks, “After everything…how close we were…,” I choke out.

He shakes his head. “It doesn’t matter. It’s done. And I’ll never lose control like that again. I swear.”

“Let me go.”

“Never.”

“Why?”

“You know why. Don’t plead. Tears won’t work either.” He picks up my hand, placing it against his rapidly beating heart. “It’s gone. I threw the pills into the Aegean the night before Alex’s wedding.”

“No, Christos,” I breath.

“It’s done. It took a few weeks for everything to fade into darkness again. But I won’t ever lose control like that again…it was you. My wild, obsessive feelings for you that drove me. I can’t let you control me like that again. I won’t.” He swallows hard. “The only pleasure I feel now is this,” he takes my hand to press against the fabric of his stretched trousers where he strains, “and you’ve been denying me the only thing that makes me feel alive. I’m still your DOM and it’s my job to give you what you need. I respected the fact that you needed time. But it’s about to run out. You’re mine, little dove. Stop fighting the inevitable.”

I let my tears fall freely, no longer caring he sees them. “You needed more than the pills. That’s what I was trying to tell you. I would’ve stayed by your side if you had gotten help.”

“I don’t need help,” he growls, “all I need is you.”

He picks me up, backing me into an empty stall full of fresh hay. He’s wild, out of control, hands and lips everywhere at once. My sweater rips apart, his mouth tugs and rolls a nipple, his hands cup my mound over my jeans. It’s madness. Sheer madness. I cling helplessly to him, feeling the fire but despondent at what we lost. The man I loved is gone, replaced by the cold shell whose touch is fire, but heart is ice.

“I can’t. I need an emotional connection. I can’t.”

“Theos, Jessie!” He roars punching the wall splintering the wood. The horses neigh and kick against their stalls. He’s freaking them out too. His knuckles drip with blood as he backs away from me but doesn’t leave.

“We have forever. I made sure of that.”

“What are you saying?” The crazed look is back in his eyes, the same look I saw the first night I met him aboard the Oasis when he told me this is exactly where we’d end up.

He opens his sport coat, pulling a few papers from the inside pocket and hands them to me. I read the news clippings in disbelief. “What have you done!” I cried. Truly shocked but knowing I shouldn’t be. According to the text, I was lost at sea. Falling overboard while at work, caught up in a rogue wave during a freak storm. The search was called off after a week.

“Jin personally flew to California to pay his respects to your parent’s and deliver a check. It should help them grieve for you.”

“You bastard! Money can’t replace me!”

“No, it can’t. But it will help them move on.”

“You really are the devil! But Yaya and Andre know the truth!”

“Do they, my pet? Who is to say I haven’t eliminated them, too?”

I sink to the floor in anguish. “You just ensured, you’ll never touch me again. You murderer!” I scream at his back. The stall door closes firmly, the bolt slides across. He locked me in!

“Here,” he tosses a cell phone through the stall bars. “The only number it calls is mine. There’s no internet either. I picked it up on the black market for you, my dove. Always answer it or there will be repercussions.”

But what more could he do to me? He already stole everything…took everything from me, including faking my own death.

Maybe that’s what’s next in this sick game. He could never set me free, without ending his own freedom. For I’d make sure he rots in prison. I’m not sure how much time passed as I sat lost in the hay, locked in the stall with nothing but neighing horses and Ollie to hear me finally break for good. But this time I knew the crack split my soul and heart so deep, I would never recover. I always knew I wouldn’t survive him again. And this time he didn’t even need to demolish me using sex.

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