Page 59 of Entwined

“You can’t keep making decisions for the two of us. I have a say in this relationship too.”

“You don’t understand.”

“Help me understand.” I move forward kissing the palm of his hand.

“We need to find Jecca and leave. It’s not safe for either of you.” He answers changing the subject.

“I’m not afraid. No one would dare mess with you.”

He smirks, “Probably not. But taking two fresh girls out of here tonight is going to be hard to negotiate, even for me.”

We finish dressing, putting our masks back on before slipping from the room. He grips my hand tightly in his as we wind through the crowd.

“Do you see her?”

“No.” I look around, not finding her.

“She must have been taken into one of the private bedrooms.”

Christos walks to a guard, murmuring a question in perfect French. The man nods then leads us upstairs, down a narrow hall and stops in front of a large wooden door filled with carvings of couples fornicating.

He raps twice.

The door opens.

Jecca is blindfolded, with each of her limbs tied with rope to a four-poster canopy bead. A handsome blonde man, who looks like Adonis with golden skin and blue eyes, smirks at us. He’s unashamed by his thick cock jutting out from him as he surveys Jecca then stares at us.

Christos removes his mask.

“Devillo? What can I do for you.”

“She’s coming with us.” He gestures towards Jecca.

“The bloody hell she is.” The man makes a fist standing squarely to face us. “She’s mine tonight. I’m not sharing.”

“Jecca?” I walk forward, unafraid. Christos grabs my arm. “I need to make sure it’s what she wants.”

He nods his head.

“Jessie?” I reach to remove her blindfold.

“Don’t!” The man slaps my hands away.

“Don’t you bloody touch my woman!” Christos roars.

Guards sweep in the room, pulling the two men apart. I use the distraction of the commotion to open my purse and take my sailing knife out. I lower her blindfold then start cutting the ropes.

“No Jessie. I want him. I want to stay.”

“You don’t know what you’re saying. I’m taking you home.”

“She said she wants to stay.”

The man’s eyes gleam with approval as they meet Jecca’s.

“I knew it was you,” she breathes, her naked body covered by her blush.

My heart sinks. I’m too late. Jecca’s already enslaved by this man. It won’t be long before she’s enraptured as well.

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