Page 43 of Forgotten Deeds

“You don’t have to ask me twice. Give me just a minute to fix my hair,” Kat says, narrowing her eyes at me.

“Why don’t I get the transfer ready,” I suggest, stepping inside and relaying the plan to a different crewman than the one I threatened—seems that other guy might get to keep his eyes after all.

We’re soon jetted to a small beach we have to ourselves. I set up an umbrella while Iris gets to work digging in the golden sand.

“Iris has only ever been down the shore,” Lily tells me. “This is so perfect,” she says, her smile brighter than the sun hanging overhead.

“Good,” I tell her, stealing a quick kiss. “Walk with me, I want to show you something.”

“Kat, would you mind making sure Iris keeps her life jacket on?” Lily says.

“Of course. But if it makes you feel better, I was a lifeguard in high school,” Kat tells me.

“Yes, that does make me feel better,” Lily says. “Iris, be back in a few minutes.”

“Okay,” she says, busy filling her pail with sand.

I lead Lily past an outcropping of rocks until we reach a small cove. “Wow. This is amazing.”

“Yes.” I hum. “Completely secluded. Nowhere for my little angel to go. No one to hear her screams,” I say menacingly.

“Darius?” Lily asks with a questioning look, her nipples pebbled.

Squatting down in front of her, I grab her hips and inhale deeply. It’s the most intoxicating scent—our sex from earlier, combined with a twinge of Lily’s fear and arousal.

Looking up at her, I whisper, “If I were you, I’d run.”

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Lily

I take off running, adrenaline coursing through my veins. My logical brain knows Darius wouldn’t hurt me, but right now, he doesn’t look like Darius; his eyes having gone crazy, he looks more like the man who threatened me in the alley.

“Aggeloudhi mou,” he calls after me in a demented voice that causes my blood to chill.

I can feel him hot on my heels, but I’ve run out of real estate when I reach the other side of the rocky cove. There’s nowhere for me to go as I spin around and face him.

He’s on me in a flash, grabbing my arms and jerking them up over my head. “Red means stop. If you’re unable to speak, blink fast three times if you want me to stop,” he instructs me. “Understood?”

“Yes,” I nod frantically with relief. It’s a game. A game my pussy is more than happy to play.

With my hands over my head, he uses his free hand to untie my bikini top. My chest heaving, he smiles as he easily binds my wrists with the fabric, looping it over a branch jutting out from a tree growing from the rocks.

He smiles, and it’s one of the most terrifying looks I’ve ever seen—causing my body to erupt in goosebumps. “Well. Well. Well. What do we have here? A sacrifice for the sea monster Cetus. Except a different monster got here first,” he menaces.

“Please let me go,” I whisper, a thrill running through me as I struggle against the fabric, but it’s no use. The man knows how to tie a knot.

“Will you look at this dirty little whore.” He chides. “So fucking sloppy. Drenched for Diávolos.”

“No!” My pussy flutter violently at his cruel words.

“No?” he mocks, cupping my pussy and rubbing his palm back and forth.

I gasp when he rips off my bikini bottom at the sides—tossing the ruined material to the sand. Taking his finger, he rubs circles with the glistening evidence of my arousal dripping down my thigh. “Try again, little liar,” he tsks, shoving his finger in my mouth. “Suck the truth off my finger.”

I do as he commands, and his eyes grow heavy with desire as he fucks my mouth with his finger. “What should I do with such a filthy whore?” he muses.

He pulls his finger out, and I beg, “Please let me go. I’ll do anything.”

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