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I had to agree that the sensation of owning her body was the best I had ever known. The knowledge Rasmie had given her to me swelled that pleasure until the heat furled so tightly, it was impossible to catch my breath.

“Diathan!” I called to the gods, perhaps for divine inspiration or maybe to thank them for the blessings they had bestowed. I had never realized what the absence of a wife meant to my life until Elodie arrived, but she offered the tantalizing prospect of so much more hedonism to come.

Swaddling her in my heat, I nipped her lobe and pressed hot kisses into her nape as my hips buried my cock deep inside her, preparing her body for the seed I would deposit.

“Jeemie!” She turned her head to meet my lips, her skin flushing as she accepted me. “Jeemie, please.”

Fleetingly, I realized she had not referred to me correctly, but the matter scarcely riled. I was flying high above the clouds, and such a trifling thing could never force me back to earth. Tightening my grip in her hair, I compelled her head back as I finally tipped over the precipice of my pleasure, my groan captured by her mouth as our lips collided.

Whatever this utopia was, I chose to revel in it. Whatever the reasons she had arrived, I was thankful for them. How opportune Rasmie had insisted I take a wife, how fortuitous she had come after Desiree.

Collapsing over her naked form, my limbs entwined with hers while my organ remained lodged inside her scintillating cunt.

“How long do you want me to wear the plug, Sir?” Elodie panted as she twisted to meet my eyes.

“A while longer if it does not cause you discomfort.”

“It doesn’t.” She smiled, her eyes fluttering closed as she rested on my forearm.

“You liked your spanking more this time?” It had certainly seemed so.

“Yes.” Her face flushed guiltily. “A lot more.”

“Yet I hope it was still enough to teach the repercussion of foul language.”

Eyes flickering open, she stared at me. “If I swear now, can we do it again?”

“If you persist in your transgression just to earn a penance you desire, I shall ensure the next one takes place outside in the public pillory.”

She wrinkled her nose at my threat. “You are no fun, Sir,” she hissed playfully. “No fun at all.”

Cuddling against her warmth, I was reassured the accusation, like so much of Elodie’s performance, was all just hot air and bluster.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Elodie

SOFT PALE LIGHT EBBED at my consciousness until there was no choice but to succumb to its taunting tone. Wake up, Elodie. Time to wake up. My eyes flickered open in a heartbeat, my heart pounding at everything I found. This was not my bed or my house, and as my plans flooded back, I realized with sickening dread, it wasn’t even my sleeping bag and tent.

Where the hell was I?

Panting, I sat up in bed, my gaze adjusting to the pastel shadows. Yes, I was definitely in a bed, and based on the slow, rhythmic breathing of the body beside me, I wasn’t alone. Brows knitting, the memories of everything that had occurred the prior day returned. I had sailed to the island and found Desiree, but it had come at a personal cost. I’d also discovered the reason for her disappearance, the men who had taken her, and somehow ended up in bed with one of them. Crap, how had that happened?

As if the universe sought to answer my question, the answer came to me—hot, painful flashbacks of my interactions with Jeemie. My breath hitched as I recalled the way he’d spanked me, first in front of the others, then here in private. Initially, I’d loathed it but couldn’t deny how hot it made me the second time, how much I wanted him afterward, or how soul-shattering the climax had been. I clenched, abruptly aware the wax he’d slid into my ass was absent. Had Jeemie removed it? I cringed. The man had demeaned me more than once, and like a fool, I had invited and welcomed his advances.

Sliding from his covers, anxious not to wake him, I slipped past the line of animal furs into the main room. It was one thing to take what I wanted, to get to know him carnally and enjoy riding his monster cock before I departed, but nothing that happened last night had transpired the way I’d imagined it would. I hadn’t envisaged the men here or the way they handled women, but worse, I hadn’t conceived how I would respond to the treatment.

My feet paused as I recalled those passionate interludes—the touch of his hands on my skin and the way the sting of his palm had morphed to something tangibly sexier. I had relished his command, my nipples beading at the authority in his voice, arousal pooling when he demanded I call him Sir. Why had that been sexy? Brow creasing, I tried to remember, but in the hazy light of the morning, I couldn’t reconcile the desire.

I must have been out of my mind to have played his game, crazy to have consented to the madness, but whatever temporary insanity had overcome me, it had passed with the dawn. I’d had my fun and was thinking clearly for the first time in hours. There had to be a way off this damn island, a way to save my sister and get out of here, but first, I needed to find my clothes.

Scanning the room, panic simmered in my belly. What would I do if I couldn’t find anything to wear? I couldn’t wander around naked, although that seemed to be the want of the men. The weather was too inhospitable to entertain the thought. Maybe if I could find Desiree, she would have something I could wear? Perhaps, I could—

My train of thought splintered into a thousand as my eyes fell to my bag, the small pack I’d been carrying when Jeemie had found me, and my muddy hiking boots. Thank God! I didn’t know how they got here, and on balance, I didn’t care. I supposed one of his men must have brought it here long after we’d collapsed into bed. The origin didn’t matter. What was important was that I had them.

Tiptoeing to the pack, I knelt and opened it, tugging out my jeans and a jersey top. Heart racing, I slipped into my clothes and yanked on the boots, aware Jeemie could wake at any second and wonder where I was. The air grew heavier with each passing second, and my apprehension intensified until I struggled to take an even breath, the only certainty I had left playing in my head like a broken nursery rhyme.

You have to get away... you have to get away.

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