Seduced By Him (The Drowned Series Book 1)

by Caitlin Sharratt

  “...hmm...” Emily mumbled as I softly touched her hair.

  “I…love…you…” My hand froze.

  “...Henry.” She mumbled again before conking out. I stand, pushing myself away from her as I back up. The room was swirling around me; my head began to pound. I had to get out of there, I had to get out and breath. I glance at Emily one last time, a soft smile on her lips.

  I close the door behind me before getting my jeans in the play room, I place the objects back on the walls and leave to get the thing I want the most. Scotch.

  My office was quiet and dark but I knew were everything was. I pour myself a double and neck it down but my chest still felt heavy. I sat in my thrown, placing my elbows on my knees as I stared out on the moon light.

  She loves me.

  Emily fucking loves me.

  How the fuck did that happen!? I did everything right; I didn’t let her come close to me. I warned her over and over again that I don’t love, that I don’t feel a damn thing. That I’m not a good man…I’m far worse than a good man. I’m a man who has more demons than the devil himself.

  I grab my glass, feeling weight in it…just like the weight that has begun to fill on my shoulders. She is another problem that I have to handle. Now I’m stuck with a woman who is in love with me. How can I carry on playing with her in the play room knowing that? I can’t let her think that I am some hero for her, her saviour to take away all of her worries. But this…me not being able to love her will break her more than anything. Mr Philips hasn’t ruined her life, I have. I don’t even think I could face her now…or ever again.

  Anger ran through my veins at the idea of never seeing her again, I threw my glass at the wall, watching it shatter into tiny pieces. Just like my soul has. I can’t let her near me...I can’t let her get close. Or else I would end up hurting her more.

  I grab my bottle of scotch, not needing the glass as I swig it down my throat. I know that if I slept, I would dream. I would dream of Emily, and that is the last thing I need right now...I can’t let myself fall for her…or else I would not be the beast anymore, I would become soft, vulnerable. Easy to kill. Easy for my empire to fall and to be taken.

  “She loves me…” I could hear my blood pumping around my ears and my heart beating just as fast. For a man who doesn’t want her to love me, I couldn’t stop the smile plastering across my face.

  Emily…what have you done to me?

  My head was pounding, a full bottle of scotch empty and sat warmly in my stomach. I need food...I need sleep. I need Emily. I fumble with my office door, squinting at the harsh light that entered the hallways.

  My room was calling to me, and I rushed to get my clothes off as I head for the shower. My shower room was specious, easy enough to at least walk about inside. I let it run on only the hot water and let the spay cover my naked body. Fuck it was amazing. I close my eyes, relishing the hot steam enter my lungs, clearing away the burn at the back of my throat.

  I wash my body and hair, scrubbing away the dead skin over my body and smelling the apple scented wash but I still couldn’t get the smell of Emily off of me. She smelt sweet and rosy, just like the rose bush in my garden at home. I missed my home already, I missed the garden and the canopy.

  I switch off the shower, drying myself on the way out with the towel and wrap it around myself. I re-enter my bedroom, feeling my head feel a little more fighter as I get some fresh clothes, maybe I could war a darker suit again today, or maybe a grey one? I turn around, halting my steps when I find Emily, standing there. Her devilish hair was messy but she pulled it off, she was rubbing her eyes as if a child had just woken up from a nap. She wore a robe, maybe the one from her bathroom door. I wonder if she is still naked underneath?

  “Emily, what are you doing in here?” I softly said while picking out a white crisp shirt and cufflinks.

  “I was searching for you, just wondered if you would like breakfast with me.” She glanced around me room, looking at the dark contrasts of my décor, dark just like my inner demons.

  “I’m sure Oliver will fix something up for you but right now I’m no very hungry.” Lair.

  “…Oh, okay.” She fidgeted on the spot, looking at the carpet before looking up then blushing.

  “What is it?” I glance down at the towel, feeling her forest green eyes on my body. I had already started getting hard as soon as I saw her long lean legs. Oh what she could do with those legs, wrapped around my waist as I pumped into her hot heat.

  “Nothing...it’s just kind of hard watching you when you’re like that.”

  “Then stop watching me.” I let the towel drop and hear the little gasp, I had to hold in my grin as she shuffled towards me before standing in front of me. Her hands were by her sides, itching to just touch me.

  “Touch it.” I had to get changed but my stupid mouth had others plans.

  “What?” She raised her brow before biting her lower lip.

  “Touch my cock.” I guide her hand onto me and fuck! Did her skin feel good against mine!

  “If you come into my room, dressed like this and expect nothing, then you are deadly mistaken.” I felt her delicate fingers pump me as I guided them onto my long length, he peered up at me, her green eyes, the same colour as the tropical forest stare at me. I felt it, right there and then as she pumped my cock, making it leak for her. I felt her love and that scared me. I groaned as she began to push me to the right spot and before I know it, I was fisting her hair, claiming her mouth on mine as if she belonged to me.

  “…Ahh…just like that…” My hips moved automatically with her rhythm, like a fast tempo beat. A beat that I could get used too.

  “If you carry on at this rate, I am going to come quicker.” She starred at me with awe, amazed to see me like this. She wants me to come undone. She gripped onto me tighter and let a small little noise at the back of her throat. Like some sort of growl, she moved her lips to my chest and bit, I was losing control. My fingers gripped onto her hips as I came. I threw my head back, releasing a deep groan and feeling the electricity run through my body and all the way to my toes until I was throbbing painfully.

  “…Well…that was unexpected.” I breathed as I glance back down at her. My come covered her robe and hands. She was flustered, her eyes wide and her cheeks rosy. With the white contrasting against her skin and her dark hair falling around her shoulders, she was like an angel again.

  My Angel.

  “Two times I have made you come by either my hand or my mouth. I think that earns a day out, don’t you think?” She smiled up at me as I still didn’t let go of her, not wanting to either.

  “Oh really? I don’t think you have earned it enough just yet, but you know what happens when you go outside.” I should push her away, I should listen to what I said to myself earlier. I can’t let her love me, but all I can think about is having her close to me, her sweat body against mine as we moved together like two lovers dancing.

  “If I go outside, then I ask you to do one thing for me in the play room.”

  “You know I am the one in control of the play room.”

  “But we are not in there now are we? And it’s all about compromise, right?” She stood back, wrapping her arms around herself in a protective way.

  “Fine. What is it that you want?” I felt my jawline tightened, my body tense when I felt that nagging feeling at the back of my spine.

  “If I go out today, then you have fuck me.” My cock hardened again. My, my she has a reputation ahead of her.

  “I think I should make you wait.” I laughed as I walked around to my bed, getting changed into clean clothes. She sits on the bed as I finished dressing, feeling her eyes on every inch of my body.

  “I don’t want to wait anymore. After last night, you showed me a whole other world. Other possibilities that I want to go through, that I want to enjoy.” Finally, she has found her inner freak.

  “You want to explore more of those kinks, don’t you?” I was fully dressed, leavin
g the tie in the middle of the bed for her to look at. She picked it up, inspecting the coloured tie in her hands.

  “Yes and so much more.” More. It’s always about more with woman these days. But the image of more with Emily was frightening and yet so satisfying.

  A blossom tree fully grown in the garden with a swinging chair, Emily perched between my legs as she read her book while there was soft giggling by the grass. I would look up and find two children, playing with their toys as I watched them. They would smile, laugh and chatter as Emily began to gaze at them too.

  I shook off the feeling and starred past her, hoping that she would catch on that I was not interest on the topic anymore.

  “I have a lot of work to do, so I won’t be in most of the day. Feel free to ask Oliver or Samuel to take you into town or whatever.” I had to make it look convincing, to make it look like I was bored but I was far from it. I wanted her presence, her aura wrapped around me like a vine.

  “You will be gone all day?” She almost sound disappointed.

  “Yes. Maybe even back late, so don’t wait up for me.” I don’t glance back, not letting her have another word before leaving her in my room. I walk back to my office room, grabbing my shoes before glancing at the mess I made last night. Shattered glass scattered across the floor by the wall, I take out my phone, dialling one of her staff members to come.

  “Sir?”

  “I have a mess that needs to be cleaned in my office.” I hang up and within a few seconds, my office door opens and Oliver bows before me. His hair was different today, less styled and more freeing and letting it be product free. He was stiff. Almost robotic. It was unsettling on my behalf.

  “I broke a glass last night and needs to be gone by the time I get back.”

  “Will that be all?”

  “Actually, no. I need you to assist with Emily for the day. Whatever she needs. Just don’t let her out of your sight and do not let her escape either. I have enough shit to do, I can’t deal with another problem on top of it if that happens.” Oliver nods before letting me pass by the door.

  “Oh and please, don’t tell her every single detail about me. I prefer to be a mystery than have her knowing everything.”

  “Of course sir…may I ask a question?”

  “Yes.” I shove my hands in my pockets, glancing over my shoulders.

  “will she be staying here permanently?” I had to look away from him, seeing the fascination in his eyes. Maybe the staff like having Emily here? Do I want her staying here permanently?

  Of course you do, idiot. She is the only person that makes you feel alive!

  I had to stop my conscious screaming at me! Screaming at me to feel, to be free. To love.

  “I...Don’t know…” I breathed, staring at the ground, feeling the blood pumping through my body before ignoring the fear at the lower part of my back. It’s been a long time since I have felt that feeling before, years even.

  I walk away from Oliver, leaving him to do his duties as I head outside, Samuel was guarding the door, his hand moving to his holster by his side while glancing at me. He nods before moving removing his hand off his gun while following me from behind.

  “Anywhere specific, sir?” He opens the door for me while I jump in the front, grabbing the sunglasses in the compartment box while handing Samuel a pair too. I knew today was going to be a sunny day, but I also need them to hide the fact that I have a killer headache.

  “Yes. Mr Philips. I need a word with him.” I said sternly before strapping myself in.

  “Very well. Is this to do with Emily?” Why does everyone keep on asking that!?

  “Just drive Sam.” I snapped and he did not take it personally. He was just as cold as I was, no matter how much I spoke to him like that, he would just put up with it or ignore it. Exactly why I need him for this job.

  The Greek heat was getting to me by the time we arrived at the hotel, I was in a dire need of a cold drink, preferably with no alcohol and lots of ice. The sidewalks were busy, people gossiping and drinking there morning coffee and had no clue what was happening in this very town. That there were killers, murders and drug dealers. But I was one of them. I was a gun smuggler who uses a sex toy company as an undercover, people think that we are selling and marketing kinky shit when really we are transporting guns and drugs across the boarders so easily that even some of the dirty cops are in on it too. We have corrupted the world bit by bit when half of the people don’t even realise what is happening around them.

  “I request to see Mr Philips.” I said to one of his henchmen guarding the door, they glanced at me before popping their head through the open doors. He spoke in a different language, most probably in Greek. He looks back at me before nodding.

  “Go through.” His English was bad but I could understand it.

  I push past him, heading straight for the spacious room and take a cold drink from the refrigerator, I gulp it down, ignoring the throbbing pain in my head as I do.

  “Someone’s thirsty.” I sign before putting the bottle of the desk before me. I frown a little, seeing a figure in the chair and the strong smell of expensive cigars.

  “A bottle of scotch would do that to you.” I said while glancing around, His henchman stood close by, watching us like the little dog that he is.

  “Check him.” Mr Philips said to his guard. I roll my eyes, lifting my arms while large hands pat me down, he taps my hips, stopping when he feels a large bulge against it. He pulls out the army knife I always carry with me, my other protection just in case I have to resort on getting my hands dirty.

  “Planning on using it?” The guard said while flattening it on the desk in front of me.

  “Only if you get on my bad side.” I growled, lowering my arms and staring down at him.

  “Children! Children! Can we please just settle down and act like there is not a dick up your arse-oh wait, I forget that your gay David.” Shit. I see the desire in The henchman’s eyes and I’m sure that he would take any chance in getting any action with me.

  “Well if he’s willing-“

  “Not interested.” I snapped before glancing back to the older man in the chair. He only trusts a certain amount of people seeing his face, he was tanned, maybe in his fifty’s and most defiantly from Greece. His accent was heavy but bearable to understand and talk to.

  “Oh yes, You’re getting smitten with little miss Emily. How is she by the way? From the picture you sent me, it looked like she was all tied up.” He grinned, running a hand through his strawberry blonde hair. He had it longer than the last time I saw him, along with the stubble that was peppered across his ageing face.

  “Well she is not complaining that is for sure. It’s the reason why I am here.” I had to get off this subject sooner rather than later.

  “Proceed.” He lit another cigar before offering me one, I decline.

  “I want to make another deal.”

  “If it’s to do with Emily then think again. I only make one deal.”

  “I need a different option.” I grab the cold drink again, drinking a little before putting it back down again.

  “You know what the options are, either kill her or make her your slave. It’s simple.”

  “It’s never that simple.” Mr Philips brown eyes darken, like they always do. He had a sinister look that even a cold man like me, taste the fear licking the back of my spine.

  “Ah…I see how it is.”

  “How what is?” I glance away from him, not wanting to look into death’s eyes.

  “Your falling for her. Well this I have to see, my most trusted man is falling for some girl who can’t put up much of a fight.”

  “I don’t love her.” I stated, but even my own body betrayed me. I can’t love her…I don’t love her…don’t I?

  “Tell her that.”

  “I have. I’m not going to let her escape; I can’t be kind to her or let her in.”

  “Then you are stuck in a predicament.” He puffed hard on his cigar while
blowing smoke in my direction. I don’t blow it away, used to the smell.

  “Don’t let one woman change your life for you. You have to take control. I could take her if you want, teach her how not to love.” He grinned, taking his scotch in his hand. Anger filled my veins. Boiled and burned. The idea of Mr Philips hands all over Emily, making her submit to him, it made me feel anger so strong that I have never felt before.

  “Do. Not. Touch her. She’s mine.” I seethed, seeing my boss raised a brow at me. I could feel my knuckles press into each other, knowing that I was letting my guard down. I can’t let this happen, I had to be cold, to be the bastard that I am.

  “Relax henry. You know I won’t touch her but I think the only person you need to look out for is Eric. He’s got his eyes on her the moment she stepped into your work. I’m betting he will want to take a little piece of that action.” He grinned, waiting to see my reaction, but I was hostile again, not wanting my own boss to catch me out.

  “I can’t go back to the house, letting her think I that I could protect her.”

  “Then make her think that.”

  “What? Are you crazy? That would break her.”

  “That’s the whole point. Make her love you more. Make her think that that you love her and then when you have had enough, show her how much you hate her, how much you loath her presence. Then break her heart. It’s the only way you know how to truly get rid of her.” It was crazy, even for me. I couldn’t make a woman, who had suddenly grown close to my own heart have her own broken by a cruel plan. I just don’t think I could go through it.

  “If I do this, will she be free? Can she go home?”

  If you break her heart henry, if you break her soul then yes, she can go home to her second class life that she loves so much.” He rolled his eyes, puffing on his cigar again. Could I do that to Emily? Could I break her heart? It was crushing inside of me, tearing me up inside until I had to exhale.