Seduced By Him (The Drowned Series Book 1)

by Caitlin Sharratt

  “I must have bitten the inside of my mouth.” My fingers moved the lamp beside me, switching it on and being blinded by the light. A box of tissues was on the side so I grabbed them. dabbing the blood away from my mouth, the blood began to stop but the metallic taste stayed on my tongue, calming me for some reason.

  “You did more than that, you were screaming.” he sounded panicked, his hand began running down my arm, if his hands touched my skin, I don't know what I would do, he was electrifying, a connection deep inside of me burning for him, for his kiss. His touch. His love. I was turning into a beautiful Mess.

  “...They don't happen as much as you think. When my body goes through stress, that's when it usually happens.”

  “Nightmares?”

  “More like night terrors.” He nodded his head with understanding, looking down at the sheets between us. I crossed my legs underneath me, covering my lower half from his prying eyes. The deep storm that had easily pulled me in by the grey sky in them. Can he not tell what he does to me? what he does to every woman? we are like a moth to a flame, wanting to be in his light, in his sight and in his arms.

  “...I have never seen you like this...scared...frightened...almost like a child.”

  “I'm not a child.” I snapped, scolding him with my stare, but his grin made me smile a little.

  “Oh i know, you are most definitely a woman.” He growled, he leaned over to me, and my first reaction is to move with him but I stayed put. His face moved to my neck and flinched when his hand moved my hair out the way on my neck, giving him access to it. I slight growl admitted from his chest when I gasped. I closed my eyes, relishing in the moment. It wasn't enough for me, I needed more skin, more of his taunting desire than could ignite me on fire.

  “What makes you so different? why can’t I hold back from you anymore?” Fuck, that escalated quickly.

  “I don’t know, but whatever is doing, I don't want to stop.” I signed in content as his breath parted against his pink lips, awakening my skin is its wake. I moaned softly as his tongue began to touch my earlobe, sending sparks inside of me i have never felt before. both of his hands were beside me, only his tongue and lips touching me, He nipped at my skin playfully before leaving me panting.

  “Sleep, Emily.”...What?...

  He smiled smugly before lying next to me, nodding at the lamp next to me. Confused, I switch it off before laying back down, my head hitting the pillow. He was closer this time before we went to sleep, his hand almost touching mine but just not quite there yet. I began to smile a little as I closed my eyes, dreaming of soft delicate rose petals and a hanging canopy for me to read in as I lounge inside it. It was peaceful dream. It was perfect.

  * * *

  The room was cold when I woke up, sunlight streaming through the blinds on which I had not noticed before. I look over my shoulder, finding the other side of the bed empty and cold. Henry must have left earlier for something. I got out of bed, feeling the chill creep over me and find clothes at the end of the bed for me. Everything was in my size, which frightened me a little. A soft blue shirt with black jeans and sneakers. A cream coloured underwear went with it. I took the opportunity to check the room out, another door connected to the bathroom. I did my business before taking a quick shower. Getting rid of any dirt and makeup that has probably streaked all over my cheeks.

  After drying and getting dressed, I let my hair air dry and make my way out the bathroom and bedroom. The room was silent, quiet and I was surprised to find Henry perched on the couch, a coffee in his hand along with the papers.

  “Good news, you have made the papers.” he threw them on the coffee table next to the plates of breakfast, cooked to perfection and ever so mouth-watering. I sit across from him, glancing at the food then back at him.

  “Eat.” He points at the plates and I noticed he only had an egg white omelette and coffee.

  “So, what have they said about me?”

  “It's more like your father has said something, he's mostly probably worried sick, trying to find his missing daughter.”

  “Then I should call him.” He scowled me, his lips set in a grim line.

  “You will do no such thing.”

  “Why not? I have a right to tell him that I’m okay.”

  “Because, Emily, if you gave him the slightest hint that you are not yourself, he will just make things worse. It's bad enough he went to the papers, now everybody will recognise you.” I ignored him as i ate my food, not wanting to hear his opinion.

  “what if I ask you as my last request? for a dead girl’s sake.”

  “So you have finally accepted that you’re going to die.”

  “Yes, but before that happens I want to take at least one of them down with me, I’m not going to go down easily.” I huffed, not feeling very hungry anymore. I set the plate down then sit back against the chair, watching henry fidget was slightly amusing for me.

  “I think you keep on forgetting that I am just like them, so why not try and kill me?” He rested his perfect elbows against his knees. He was wearing a suit again, no surprise there.

  “You are nothing like them.” I pressed, hoping that he gets the hint.

  “Of course I am, I have killed, taken anything that I wanted and yet you still think I am not like them.”

  “Have you hurt me?” I asked.

  “No.”

  “Have you kidnapped me?”

  “No.”

  “You get the idea?” His face relaxed but his jaw line did not. Fuck, he could cut paper with that thing. His stubble was still there, growing thicker than before. He suits it perfectly. He looked like a rugged middle aged man who was ready to beat the world. His hair was unruly, not slicked back, I would bet it would feel soft against my fingers.

  “But you are still going to die.”

  “Then that's why you are going to help me.”

  “The fuck I am!” He stood, enraged by my demand.

  “It’s the least you owe me, Henry.” If he can call me by my first name, then so can I.

  “I owe you nothing, I won’t let some pretty women control me. Your looks and your charms won't fool me, love. So you can stop before even trying.” Shit, I really have angered the beast.

  “I'm not fooling you, and I am not going to either. I need you to cooperate with me.”

  “I'm not doing shit! it's you who has to cooperate with me. They are expecting you to bloody and beaten, all of their questions answered for them before they put a bullet through your head.” He sent chills all over me and not the good kind. I gnawed at my lower lip, questioning my own mind before opening my mouth again.

  “What if I could stay here and not leave? no one will know that I am here, no one would question my whereabouts. I would be safe from your boss and your co-worker.”

  “How did you know he was my boss?”

  “I heard the way he spoke to you, like as if you’re just a puppet to him...Is he that powerful?”

  “Oh you would be surprised.” He sat back down, rubbing his tanned face as he did. Does he go to a tanning salon? or does he go out in the sun every day? Just picturing him by a pool, lounging in a bleacher with only a pair of sunglasses and nothing else.

  “So what is going to happen now? are you going back to the other hotel?” I needed answers, I need anything for me to escape this place, I was already sick of it.

  “They expect me to take you bloody and unmoveable with every question answered.” Even as he said this, I could see the grimace on his face as he did. He didn't want this...

  “Are you going to?”

  “No. I would never do that, even if the government made me do that to you, I would never do it.” he sounded almost sincere about it.

  “So what are you going to do to me? they expect me to be there right?”

  “Yes. You have to be with me at all times, they make sure that you are watched all the time, so they trusted me to do so.” I watched him, seeing how agitated he was before chuckling to myself.

>   “What is so funny?”

  “Nothing...well okay-but don't be mad.”

  “Mad? when am I mad?” All the time.

  “It's just funny seeing you like this, when all the time I have known you-which has not been very Long-I have always seen you as this...Possessive man who succeeds in everything and yet here you are, letting someone else control you.”

  “I see what you are doing Miss Cooper, and it's not going to work on me.” I shake my head, ignoring his comment before continuing.

  “To Mr Phillips, who I am guessing is the boss, does he think I’m a threat?”

  “He think you are a mole. Someone who is trying to steal our profits or prying into our business. He hates the idea of it so he snuffs out anyone who is a threat to him.”

  “What are you going to tell them?”

  “The truth.”

  “And that is?”

  “Well that would be spoilers. Come, they are expecting us to be there in five.” He checks his watch, standing and pulling his suit jacket on. I followed him, thankful to be fully changed and have shoes on this time. It was chilly outside, the light shining in my eyes. They city, wherever I was, it was packed. I could easily get lost in the crowd. I flinch when I felt Henry's rough hand wrap around my waist, keeping him by my side. His mouth pressed against my ear, breathing in my scent.

  “Don't want you running off now do we?” His fingers gripped me softly, showing a sign of dominance and protection in a way. He guided me through the maze of people, a car waiting for us and we were met with silence as his Co-worker, sat in the back seat, waiting for us.

  “Well, Well, Well. Look what we have here. Little miss feisty here looks completely fine. I wonder why. You’re not getting soft on us now are we Henry?”

  “I had other plans, I was too tired to get my knuckles bloody.” I cringe as I heard the words come out of his mouth. He is like a different person again.

  “Such a shame. Maybe I could have a go before we hand her over to the boss.” I sit straight in my seat, watching His hands began to glide over my knee before gripping onto my thigh, almost bruising it.

  “Not a chance Eric, hands off the suspect.” Henry growled at the ugly old bastard and held myself together not to throw a punch at him. My skin crawled from he touched me.

  “Okay, jeez. No need to get all grouchy Mr dominant.” There's that word again. Dominant. It fits Henry to the very T.

  The car ride was silent, and all too quick. Within minutes I was rushed and pushed by the shoulder, Henry or Eric by my side, switching sometimes before my elbow was gripped by my Boss. I was greeted by an empty room again, static over the speaker, the same one I had countless of times thinking about smashing with my fist with frustration.

  “Ah, lovely to see you both again. How did the two lovebirds get on-wait...why isn't she beaten to a pulp!?” His voice boomed across from us, alerting my senses quickly.

  “I got to her in another way.” Henry answered him as he guided me to the chair, his hand gripping onto my shoulder as I did so.

  “Please, do enlighten us.” Mr Philips voice was bored and collected to a clipped tone. Henry walked around the room, his steps large with his stiletto shoes only a wealthy man could buy.

  “She knows nothing, Not a damn thing. Your other suspect is the one in the doing. She has no part in this.” That's it? that's all you have to say to drag me out here?

  “And how do you know that she has nothing to do with all of this? for all we know, she could be working for another dealer, or worse. Our Enemy.”

  “She isn't, she has a clean background, stable upbringing and no mother. She lives with her father and has normal working sta. She has no reason do sabotage our work, she knows nothing about the shipments, as far as she knows, she thinks its sex toys.” I frown at him, wanting to know his little secret that has blown up my entire life already. Mr Phillips has cost me my life, and he is the one who is going to take it.

  “This changes nothing, she knows our faces, our names. She has to die.” No!

  “Shut it Eric, I cannot think with your annoying voice!” Mr Phillips demanded over the speaker at the larger, older man. I had to hold back my smirk.

  “She has to die, even with the little information that she has, she can’t be let out from our grasp...But under the circumstances, I have come up with two options for the woman. Listen closely Henry.” My fingers began to prick into my palm, my ears pounding from my blood pumping around my body. I held my breath, hearing the deep voice again.

  “One, she dies before anyone else tries looking for her.”

  “And?..” Henry answered before I could ask him myself.

  “..Or two, You can take her to one of your homes in Greece, keep her there. Use her, fuck her, I don't care. Just make her look like she is a nobody. They only thing I want her to be, Is a slave to you. Got it?”...No...No, this can't be happening! I glance up, seeing Henry becoming pale before watching his movements. He walked over the cabinet, pouring himself a glass of scotch then necking it down.

  “So, what is your answer?” Mr Phillips almost sounded pleased by his orders. What kind of sick bastard is he!?

  “Fine...She will be my slave.” He breathed and a slow clap entered the room, Eric was grinning like a fool and his eyes were filled with dark sickness that i had to look away.

  I look at henry, seeing his eyes cast down, his body tense as he finally looked at me. I saw the realisation in his eyes.

  no...no...Oh henry...

  You have just made a deal with the devil himself.

  Chapter Five.

  Henry.

  She was quiet the whole ride, her face blank without any remorse or terror, if she is like this when she is being demanded to be my slave, i wonder how she will be when she is angry? I was bored of her speechless faze, so i gripped her chin, forcing her to look at me.

  “Snap out of it.” I expected fight from her, a push, a shove on my chest, but she just stared at me, her eyes glossy from staring at the window for too long. She blinked up at me, her green eyes pulling me deeper, i could almost see the goodness of her soul, she opened her mouth as if she was about to speak but she closes it before removing my hand from her soft skin. I missed it instantly. I sit back, letting this slide this once, but if she ignores me again, I would do something that she would never forget.

  The drive was long, so I rested every now than before hearing the soft waves of the ocean. The sky was clear, giving us a beautiful view of the setting sun. Emily suddenly sat straight, her eyes darting around us, her attention solely keen on looking at the sea. Once we moved past the view of the clear water, she visibly relaxed. strange...has the tragic past of going missing as a child affected her that much?

  As soon as we left, my mind was running wild. All of this stress just for a girl? Is she really worth is to save and protect?...I always got the job done, interrogate, get answers then kill them. It was easy. It was simple. So why is she any different? I blinked up at the estate of my holiday home, amazed to still find it clean and perfect, just as i commanded. The gates opened for us, the driveway slim but spacious for at least three cars to be parked.

  My taste in buildings have always ran with my family, my mother and father brought up with wealth so they did the only thing i could follow along and agree with. I bought individual holiday homes across the world. It was good for my business and meetings. But it was great to bring a women home to impress them a little before fucking them six ways till Sunday. they never stayed the night of course, it was my one of my rules I insisted on.

  “Welcome back Mr Clinton. Your office is prepped and ready for business.” A butler, someone I know I have hired, but have not seen his face to remember what he looked like. His Greek accent was thick and heavy but I still understood him.

  “Have a scotch and two plates of the best risotto within the hour, until then, do not disturb us.” I said before leading Emily out of the car, my hand was pressed against the lower part of her park, just at the a
rch of her perfect spine. She flinched away from me, Making a slight pain in my chest ache deeply. I let my hand fall but made sure she followed me. I was too tired and distressed to run after her if she ran.

  “Of course, sir.” The butler opened the door for us while my other driver, Samuel grabbed our-Well, my bags. Emily has nothing for herself. Fuck! If she is going to stay with me for a little while, then she should at least have something for herself for now.

  “Samuel. I need a wardrobe of clothes, accessories, toiletries. Anything that you could think of for a... woman’s needs.” I whispered to my driver’s ear as we passed him. He nodded with agreement.

  My home was cool, the hot air from outside made my skin itch and sweat under the suit. I need to get out of it. I glanced at the beauty beside me, her eyes trained on every object inside the house. She was amazed, I recognised the look in her eyes. Her tongue would peek out every now and then, moisturizing her pink lips. When she saw me looking at her, she brushed it off then was mesmerized all over again.

  “You like my home?”

  “This is your home?” It was the first time she spoke since the hotel. Thank god! Her voice was smooth but a little shaky. She must be nervous...because of me.

  “One of them. Come, I want to show you my office.” The hallway was wide, hanging pictures of sceneries and flowers, it was one of the reasons why I love this place. I could be free from places and cool off like any other man would do.

  I opened the double oak doors, keeping an eye on her reaction and as I suspected, she was star struck. Her big green eyes took in all of the space, the dark walls wide and tall. But what she looked at the most, was the large window that showed the view of the back of the house. A large pool was in there, bleachers and canopies were lined up, and just the idea of her in a flimsy bikini, a margarita by her side and my hands rubbing sunscreen over her from head to toe. My cock hardens at the idea of it. Maybe I should ask Samuel to put in a wide selection of bikinis in the request too.

  “Like the view?” She simply nodded, looking around some more before sitting in the lounge chair, facing my large coffee colours desk.