Page 9 of Enraptured

My nipples peak, aching… missing the tug of his lips.

“No, Christos. This has to stop. We aren’t good for each other.”

“No, we weren’t. We’re perfectly bad. I still burn for you, little dove.”

“Too bad. I-I can’t ever touch you again.” Tears fall from my eyes as I remember how he touchedher.

“Come. Be mine again.”

“Never!”I pull my hand back and stand, shaking like a leaf. “You need to go.”

“I’m not leaving without you.”

“You’ll have to take me by force.”

“I was hoping you’d say that. So, my broken bird, isn’t so broken as she thought, eh?”

“Don’t touch me!” I scream, with frantic eyes searching for an escape. My only options are trying to make it past him to the front door or through the back where his meaty asshole henchman just enters from.

I’m screwed. Again.

I should’ve known there was no place I could hide where he wouldn’t find me. He’s uninvited, unwanted and I doubt I’ll ever be free of Christos Devillo.

“Please don’t let him do this. Don’t let him take me again,” my eyes search the meathead’s.

“Jin’s loyal to me.” Christos stalks closer to the table I’ve put between us.

My eyes fall to the shards of ceramic. My hand grabs a long piece, “Stop! Stop, or I swear to god I’ll stab you.”

“You already haveglykía mou.Put it down.”

Jin stalks closer. I’m caught between two powerful men who won’t let me win. With little options left, I turn my arm, holding the sharp edge of the broken plate to my neck.

Christos’ eyes go wide, “You wouldn’t.”

“You don’t know that. I-I don’t even know that. I’m not who I was. And you’re wrong, Christos. I am broken. Very broken. Half-mad, partly-insane. Don’t push me. I won’t survive you again.”

He hesitates. It’s in his eyes—a quick flash of guilt…of shame at what he did to me. He knows what he’s doing is wrong and he can’t blame his lack of empathy or feelings for doing this again.

I hold firm, feeling the sharp sting of sweet pain as I pierce my own skin, warm blood trickles from my neck. “You did this to me, you sick fuck. I hate you. I’ll hate you forever!” I scream twisting the shard harder in my hands.

I relish in the pain now. I close my eyes, choking on tears of rage, and get ready to cut myself more.

He uses my brief hesitation to flip the table over. His strong hands move mine away from my neck. “Stop,chrysí mía. You’re breaking my heart again.”

“You stop! Stop lying! You never had a heart to break. This—” The shard drops from my hand as I make a fist, using it to beat on his chest. “…this is empty. Hollow. I finally believe you now. Did you know I threw up for days? Seeing you fuck her—made me physically ill. Did you think I’d ever let you touch me again after that? Go. GO! There’s nothing left here for you.”

His arms wrap around me. I hear his intake of breath at my ear as he inhales the smell of my hair. “Oh,glykía mou…how I’ve missed the taste of you.” His tongue slides out to caress my neck, shivers run down my spine. “You of all people should know I’m capable of anything.”

“Ouch!” Something sharp stings my neck. His dark eyes are too close to mine as he kneels to catch me as I fall. “What did you do?” I whisper, watching as he tucks a syringe and needle back into his pocket.

“What I had to little one.”

“You bastard. I’ll never forgive you for this.”

“Good,” he shrugged, “I don’t want your forgiveness anyway, little one. You know exactly what I want from you.”

“And I told you—you’d never get that again.”

“Never is a short time when you say it,” he chuckles against my lips. Then swings me up in his arms, carrying me out.

“I hate you. I’ll never love you again.”

His lips move but I don’t hear his answer as I’m lifted high in his arms. My last coherent thought…is how much I hate this dark monster my body craves but my mind loathes.

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