ENRAPTURED: A Dark Billionaire Romance (The Devil & His Dove Book 2)
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It’s rustic, beautiful and more me than the diamond one he gave me before. “Put it on.” I lift my hair.
“Do you remember your safe word?”
“Of course. But I’ll never use it.”
His lips thin. “Never say never. Remember? It’s been a long time since I’ve been here…,” his hand slides down to cup my ass cheeks. I shudder, wondering what wicked delights he has in store for me tonight. Besides, the one time in the dungeon—he’s been reserved. Treating me like glass. Never giving me the painful pleasure of El Diablo’s hands. I look forward to having them on me again tonight.
“Get on the bed.”
He smacks my ass hard. “Crawl.” I had momentarily stood, forgetting. Crawling the rest of the way to the bed I get in. “On your stomach.” I lay flat, feeling his breath as he stands over me. Something cool and smooth runs down my back than smacks sharply on my crack.
“What is that?”
“A crop I took from the barn.”
“Kinky fucker.”
“Always.”
“UMM,” I STRETCH, feeling deliciously sore. Christos fucked like a god last night. He’s finally my dream come true. A man with a conscience, a good heart (most of the time), and a demanding DOM in the bedroom where I need it.
I sigh, feeling the cool sheets on his side of the bed. He’s still not sleeping much. I thought he’d be exhausted after coming so hard, so many times last night.
My hands finger the leather at my throat, this time loving my collar. I finally get out of bed to use the bathroom grabbing the fluffy hotel robe off the hook as I exit.
A big velvet bag sits under the tree. It’s tied with a bright bow. A card with my name on it, hangs from the tie strings.
“Christos? More? Really?” He doesn’t answer as I move to the kitchenette where a fresh pot of coffee is already brewed.
It’s quiet. He probably went downstairs to the gym or he’s in the study going over work papers again.
“You need to stop buying me things! I have all I could ever need!” I call, out crossing the carpet to the tree. The sack is so large and has a strange shape to it. “What the heck did he get me now?” I wonder aloud.
I place my coffee down, untying the string. I’ll read the card later, opting to find out what’s inside first.
My hands shake. My heart stops beating as I pull the sack down. Inside, is my backpack. My old one with oil stains, that smells of things I’ve forgotten. The telescope from the solar room sits fully intact with the tripod folded down. I bite my knuckles trying not to cry. The astronomy book from the attic is there too. So is my purse, with my passport and my old phone. My fingers shake as I also find an old edition of Hamlet. I clutch the book to my chest, smelling the leather and faded pages.
“Christos? What is all this?”
I turn from the tree, racing from room to room. But he’s not here. His coat and shoes are gone. Panicking, I sprint to our room. There’s no trace of him. All his clothes and his suitcase are gone to.
“No!” I scream. “He wouldn’t!” Sobbing, I find myself back in the main room. Remembering the card, I grab it from the floor, ripping it open.
My Dearest Jessie,
Fly free my love. It was wrong of me to stop you from soaring. I know you are furious right now, but I needed to set you free. The guilt at what I’ve done…what I’ve taken from you was too much to bear anymore. I’ve selfishly hid the truth from you, having my emotions for the first time in my life has fucked me up. Every misdeed, wrecked life, or ruined dream that I’ve ruthlessly stolen from you or someone else is haunting me. I can’t sleep. I can’t forgive myself.
I have a lot I need to atone for. I know you think you love me. You don’t. I’ve struggled the most with this…you have Stockholm Syndrome. I’m certain of it. I am truly sorry. My words might seem empty. But here it is: YOU LIT UP MY WORLD. SET ME ON FIRE. Thank you for giving me your light, go share it with the world. Go shine my golden one.
I still have your résumé. Your list of interests included traveling, learning new languages and experiencing new adventures. Fly my bird. Do it all. Don’t try to find me, because you won’t.
I’ll love you forever.
Christos
Thousands of Euros spill from the envelope as it falls from my hands.
“Dark Star,” I whisper. But he’s gone; unable to hear the plea falling from my lips. He set me free but I no longer want to fly. Falling to the floor, I sob, completely gutted.
Will Jessie and Christos ever find their way back to each other? Is Christos gone forever? How far will Jessie go to find her dark devil?
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ACKNOWLEDGEMNTS
Again, to the wonderful ladies of my lounge for falling for Christos and Jessie’s bad romance!
Thank you, Robyn, for all your valuable horse knowledge. Giddy up!
To Emily, for telling me about the royal forests, the Rosewood Hotel and for pointing me in the direction of Exmoor.
Once again to my incredible sisters for sending me music, listening to my plot ideas, and for not feeling weird that your brother has a twisted, dark mind.
And to Marcy for once again believing in this series.
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Table of Contents
GLOSSARY
SOUNTRACK
MAP
QUOTE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CH
APTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
ENTWINED
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