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Stavros appeared to be finished with his few gentle moments, now fucking me like a crazed animal. There was a wash of white-hot heat coursing through us, so much so I was almost giddy inside even as every nerve ending seemed seared. My bottom ached but the pain in my heart was worse.

I missed my life already and it had been less than a day. But the worst thing about this was that I knew what he’d told me was right. If I went back, I’d be a dead woman. What did that mean for the future? I was terrified at the mixture of thoughts.

The sound of the animalistic noises he was making dragged me back to some sense of reality. He’d been right in that I’d chafed my wrists, but as I raked my nails down the tree, I realized how silly it was of me to worry about anything at this point, since I had no control.

Including of my body.

The swiftness in which another climax rushed into my system wasn’t as shocking as I would have thought. I was swept into a moment of rapture, which was the most awesome place to me. As his actions became more aggressive, I was pushed and pulled into new realms of ecstasy. The moment the orgasm swept through me, I sensed he was close to erupting.

There was a freeing feeling that seemed to flow from one back to the other just as the electricity had done. I was letting go more than I’d wanted but as he erupted deep inside, his body convulsing, I realized I couldn’t wait for the next round of intimacy.

Or his determined domination.

And I couldn’t help but think there was something terribly wrong with me.

CHAPTER 12

Stavros

“Fuck,” I hissed, shoving the laptop back on my desk and standing, doing what I’d done countless times since returning to Philly.

I paced the floor.

If the surface was a rug instead of hardwood, it would be threadbare by now.

What the hell was going on and why was everything so quiet?

After pulling my fist to my forehead, I headed out of my office.

Day two after returning had dawned with no answers, the concerns mounting. Our businesses were secure, our ports the same but both Phoenix and I had a strong feeling that additional violence would erupt when we least expected it. From what he’d told me, there were no outward signs of the Death Squad being involved, although the business card using the Canadian Prime Minister did seem to everyone like something the organization would do.

But to what fucking end?

We’d suspended weapons sales indefinitely, which would cause a rift with our clients, but we couldn’t risk the fuckers involved contacting the DEA to entrap us.

I rounded the corner, finally heading into the kitchen for coffee, stopping short the moment I noticed Jenna standing with a mug in her hand staring out at the picturesque view. As always, her presence caught me off guard.

She slowly turned after catching my reflection, her look of disdain more intense than two days before when I’d… spanked and fucked her like the primal beast I was.

The stare down was real.

Brutal.

More so than I’d experienced when facing off with an enemy.

I’d unlocked her bedroom door early that morning, retreating to my office. Maybe I’d hoped her mood would change if I offered a small sense of freedom. Now, as I walked into the kitchen, her icy glare and stiff demeanor proved me wrong. She’d been right. She was my prisoner.

At least she’d ventured into the kitchen, grabbing a cup of coffee, which is what I had intentions of doing. As it had been from minute one, I couldn’t help but enjoy the sight of her beauty.

And the filthy thoughts regarding the sinful taste of her had yet to vanish.

She’d refused to have dinner with me on either night.

She’d refused to have a conversation with me, although I’d tried, even demanding she do so.

She’d flinched the single time I’d reached out and touched her.

And she’d acted horrified when I’d entered the bedroom.

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