Xavier “You are a liar!” Young Laila had gripped the gilded arms of her chair as she stared at me in her family’s mansion with views of the Golden Gate Bridge. She had returned home from boarding school after her father’s death to support her fragile mother, who had collapsed at his funeral. “No!” Laila had jumped to her feet at my news. Her hands flew to her ears as she backed away. “You’re a liar! Get out of my house! Never come back!” she yelled at me I blinked. Liar; this was the same accusation but from different women. I stared now at the young blonde who stood before me in the cabin of my private jet. Sylvia Browne was magnificent. A little too thin, perhaps, but it was hard to notice that when her full breasts swelled up against the bodice with every angry breath she took. Her waist was tiny, the perfect span for a man’s hands. Her honey-blonde hair fell back in waves as she tossed her head, her chin had now completely collapsed, exposing her swan-like throat. Her
His lips were hard and hot against hers, overwhelming Sylvia’s senses in a ruthless assault. She stiffened pressing her hands instinctively against his chest. He thought it was a go ahead for him since he didn't resist so he leaned her back then deepened the kiss, forcibly pressing her lips apart. As he plundered her mouth with his tongue, she felt a shock of sudden pleasure so sharp and raw that she gasped. She haven't encountered this before so it was a whole new experience for her. As his lips moved against hers, forcing her to respond, she was swept beneath the waves of sensation. He held her tightly and she felt the world swirl and twist around them making her get lost in a spinning current of desire she had never experienced before. She tasted the sweetness of his breath, the taste of Scotch on his tongue. She felt the roughness of his jaw against her skin, the heat of him against her body. Overpowered by her captor’s strength and the intensity of his commanding embrace,
Curled up in the chair, she imagined progressively more painful punishments for her kidnapper. It was in this state that the invisible hand of sleep drew her into the enjoyable dreams. She was practically enjoying her dreams when she felt a hand shaking her roughly. At first she thought it was a dream but when the shake became consistent, her eyes flew open. Disoriented, she sat up as she rubbed her sleepy eyes. She hasn't had enough sleep and she wouldn't mind returning to the comfort of the comfy bed. When she became conscious, she saw Xavier standing beside the bed. She looked at him before taking her eyes from his direction. Looking through the little window, she saw the plane had landed. Outside, the night was still dark but she was able to see a small, desolate airstrip by the sea. There were no flashing lights, no policemen too. None of the things she imagined would happen happened. She was still alone with Xavier and no help was coming. She even doubted if a miracle
For the remaining part of the journey to his home, no one said a word. Each was lost in their world as they stared out of the window. Sylvia ran her life right from childhood down to the present day right in her head. Things were not really good but now when she thought everything was going to fall into place, the devil sent his most trusted agent to haunt her. From the corner of her eyes, she could see Xavier rubbing his rough chin while looking out of the window. She scoffed as she slid through the seat to make herself more comfortable. Slowly her eyelids began to close because of exhaustion. Also, the cold breeze which was cascading her skin didn't help matter. But as she was about to fully delve into the world of dream, the roaring engine ceased. With a grunt of disappointment, she sat up then began to rub her sleepy eyes. The driver stepped out then went around to open the door for Xavier. He climbed out then held out his hand towards Sylvia to help her out. Instead of t
AFTER he ended the call, the library was silent. Sylvia heard only low, soft snuffles that she realized were her own sobs.Her captor stood over her, and she felt his silent, considering gaze upon her. She tried to stifle her weeping but could not.All she could think about was that Xavier had been right. Arnold had betrayed her. Tricked her. He’d used her own idealistic nature, her belief in loyalty and love, against her.He’d never loved Sylvia at all. He’d only wanted her body. He was already married, and he’d been waiting…waiting for…“He’s waiting for his wife to die,” she whispered aloud.She felt Xavier touch her arm. “I know.”She looked up. His dark eyes were surprisingly gentle.“Come,” he said in a low voice. “You’ve had a rough day. I’ll take you to bed.”She was unable to resist as he took her hand in his larger one, lifting her to her feet. She trembled at his touch, barely feeling strong enough to hold the bodice of her wedding gown closed with her other hand. She pr
Sylvia woke up the next morning to find sunshine flooding her with white, almost blinding clarity.Fortunately, it refreshed her, washing away the dark nightmares that had troubled her all night.Yawning, she blinked sleepily.It was a dream, she thought.Thank heaven it was all a dream.She was back in her solitary bedroom at Trollshelm Castle, not Greece like it happened in her dream.Today was her wedding day, the day she had always dreamt of. The day she would pledge herself as Arnold’s wife for the rest of her life…Sylvia blinked suddenly as she sat up abruptly.Her blankets fell to her waist as she stared around her. Everything around her was strange.This was not her bedroom which eventually means she was not in Arnold’s mansion.She glanced down at the white silk bra and panties that she had slept in.A blush heated her cheeks as she remembered Xavier moving over her on the bed last night.She remembered how his body was so close to hers as he slowly undid her garters and pull
She decided to stop eating when he wouldn't stop peering at her.Placing the glass of orange juice on the tray and with a little smile playing at the corner of her lips, she began to twirl her hair around her fingers as she looked straight ahead, staring at nothing in particular.“Go on,” he said. “Don’t stop now. I want you to be nice and healthy when I trade you.” he coaxedHer smile faded at that instant.Trade?Yes, trade, she was certain he heard him clearly.Of course he wanted her healthy, so he could trade her like a horse.Fat and sassy, like a farm cow.Maybe he would even find a way to sell her by the pond.Biting her lip, she looked down at her tray.The food which had been appetizing moments ago now looked sour to her. She scrunched her nose in disgust as she analyzed the content of the tray.“How can you be so sure he will still trade me? Why are you so sure he would trade me for a woman who gives him millions of dollars?” she said in a small voice.“Arnold is married. He
Opening the screen door, she looked out at the view as she ate the rest of her breakfast.She devoured the fresh fruit, potatoes and buttery pastries with equal relish.After finishing a part of her breakfast, she felt light. This was the perfect meal after being starved for a while.Freedom coursed in waves against her skin, as the cool and refreshing soft sea breeze blew through the window.Setting down her coffee cup beside her empty plate, she wandered outside on the balcony and looked out at the blue Aegean.The air was warm and smelled of salt, flowers and freshly exotic scents from faraway lands.From her position she could get a full view of the ocean.She had never stayed on an island before and had never gotten to see an ocean at a close range but Xavier had made it possible.The water was blue, without any doubt, it had gotten its color from the blue of the sky.The water was as clear and clean as glistening glass, it was a beautiful sight to behold at that moment. The gent