Page 39 of Captured

The ocean.

My heart continued to pound as I carefully made my way forward, the moonlight illuminating a bright sky and incredible stars. And something else. A cliff. My steps were unsteady, my legs wobbly as I moved forward until I was close to the edge. As I crept even closer, the light breeze allowed the scent of the ocean water a hundred feet or so below to filter into my nostrils.

I got as close to the edge as I could stand, peering over. The light was just enough to add a shimmer to what my gut told me was a fence nestled on the rocky shore. My God. Where the hell had the bastard taken me? Just sensing his presence behind me brought a sickening wave of anguish and horror into my system. It was warm, more so than Boston. And humid. Oh, God. I was sick inside.

My monster was here, waiting for me like he’d done before, eager and hungry for a feast.

He flanked my side and I couldn’t ignore my curiosity, quickly glancing in his direction. The man was holding something in his hand. He seemed relaxed as he tossed whatever it was into the air. “I own several properties throughout the world, Emily. They all have their positive attributes.”

As the object plummeted its way toward the rocks below, I found myself holding my breath. A flash of bright light and a sudden spark drew my attention. An electric fence.

“In case you were curious as to why I have no obvious security system on the house, maybe now you understand,” he said as he turned toward me, crowding my space. “There is no need. Granted, I do have cameras in various locations throughout my property, but my house is my sanctuary. The only way off this island is by plane, helicopter, or boat, which I do own, but I assure you that they are well protected. For my use only. You are a little fighter. I love that about you.”

It wasn’t his words that kept me stunned but the sound to every syllable. They were dripping with seduction instead of anger, which made me fear for my life even more than I’d felt before. He now stood in front of me, blocking my view of the ocean waters. He seemed so relaxed, as if he didn’t have a care in the world. Or any fear he’d fall to his death.

How could he?

This was his island and as he’d told me, his rules.

I lifted my head, barely able to focus, but he was right in that I was determined about many things. Including the fact he wouldn’t be allowed to see my escalating fear. “Who are you? Why did you do this to me? I don’t know you.”

He brushed his knuckles across my cheek, the touch something I hated mostly because my body instantly betrayed me. Yes, I remained on edge but the sensuality of the brush of his fingers added to the allure of the dark and powerful man. My legs were quivering, my pussy throbbing and there was no rhyme or reason as to why.

“You can call me Talon and you do know me, don’t you, sweet angel? I know how aroused you were that night. I sensed the longing you felt after I’d left.”

“You cleaned away the evidence. Didn’t you?”

“I did what I felt necessary. Soon you will call me your master. Now, it’s time that you truly begin to learn your place.” He was as strong as I’d fantasized him being, tossing me over his shoulder as if I weighed nothing.

It was useless to fight him, although I couldn’t seem to help myself, pounding my fists against his back as he took long but slow strides away from the edge of the cliff. I could still hear the waves crashing against the rocky shore no matter how far away he’d gone.

The drug had yet to completely wear off, hunger gnawing at my stomach so by the time he made it back to the house, I was completely exhausted. He headed into another room I’d yet to be taken in but as I lifted my head, I noticed an impressive glass and light wood desk spanning several feet. I’d been brought into the man’s office and for some reason it was more oppressive than the kitchen or music room.

He lowered me onto my feet, tilting his head, his upper lip curling. When he pointed his index finger at me, I trembled and I had a feeling that’s exactly what he wanted. He wasn’t abusive or mean, merely placing the tip of his finger against my nose as if this was all one huge game.

“You have no idea how much danger you could have placed yourself in.”

“You mean from you,” I countered, sucking in my breath afterwards. At some point, I’d try his patience, which could mean he’d hurt me as I knew he was capable of doing. The second I tried to take another step away, he fisted my hair at my scalp. The pain was blinding. I slapped my hand around his wrist, trying to pull away but that only made him smile even wider.

He laughed as if I’d just told a fabulous joke. “Of course. As I told you before, I’m not the kind of man who will accept anyone disobeying the rules, but as I was certain you’d feel the need to challenge me and your new surroundings, I will go easy on you this time. This time only, Emily. I’m not the kind of man who likes to being fucked with. You need to keep in mind that bad girls who defy me get punished. Do you hear me?”

While stating the last few words, the change in his demeanor was evident, the flash of darkness in his eyes as evil as I thought he was. “Fuck you. Fuck you!” His hold on my hair only tightened, twisting until I was driven to my knees between his legs. He forced me to look at him, the man lording his power over me like some ancient god.

“I don’t want to discipline you, but I will if necessary. You can make your stay here one of sheer joy or utter agony. Now, I’d prefer partaking in the pleasure of pleasing you, but I also enjoy inflicting pain. That’s something you’ll come to understand. As for now, I’m simply going to spank you like the bad little girl you are.” His jaw was clenched, the coldness in his demeanor and his touch enough to create a series of shivers.

“If you’re going to kill me, just get it over with.” The lump in my throat grew in size, no longer just a golf ball but an orange. I wondered when it would become a grapefruit.

As the smile returned to his face, as I’d seen before, he lit the room with spark and fire, his desire for me even more evident than it had been. He rolled the rough pad of his finger down the bridge of my nose.

“I have no intention of killing you.” I was certain he was going to force me to suck his cock. Instead, he pulled me to my feet, taking a deep breath.

“Why not? Isn’t that what bastards like you do for fun?” It was as if I’d insulted his manhood, his expression souring.

“Now, unless you’d like to experience a harsh punishment, I suggest you stop your antics right now.” He shoved his thumb against my pursed lips, expecting me to open my mouth.

Fuck him.

“Suck my finger, little angel. Show me what a good girl you can be.” Everything about him was darker, angrier. Unhinged. “Do it!”

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