Enslaved (Devil's Kiss) Read Online Free

you want.”  
    His hands sifted through my hair. “I’m a bastard for being so turned on right now. What I want is to hurt you. Will you let me?”
    Nothing could hurt worse than the terror eating away at my insides. “Yes, Master. Do as you wish. Just save my daughter.”  
    He pulled my hair until I tilted my head back. “Your lack of faith in me is insulting. I told you I’d take care of her.”
    “This is an additional cost, Master. A really expensive one.”  
    “You have my assurance. I’ll drop off another check at the hospital first thing in the morning.” He paused, and his steady gaze froze me to the spot. “So long as you fully submit to me.”  
    “Master . . . I have.” I forced the words out. “I do.”  
    He shook his head slowly, as if taking the time to weigh his words. “No, you haven’t. Not completely. There’s a strong, stubborn . . . independent . . . part of you that still resists.”  
    I parted my lips, but nothing came out; what he said was true.  
    “Tonight won’t be easy.” His gaze lowered to my mouth. “I’m going to push you to your limits. I’m tired of playing games. I shouldn’t have to punish you so often.” He let go of my hair, and his face hardened with determination. “You want my help? I want your total submission. Are we clear?”
    I searched his eyes for a spark of empathy and found the slightest hint of an ember. “Yes, Master.”  
    “Did you break any of my rules?”
    I chewed on my lip. “I made myself . . .” I really didn’t want to say the words. My cheeks warmed at the memory because I’d been thinking of him as I came.
    “Go on,” he prompted.  
    “I made myself orgasm.”  
    “How many times?”
    “Once.”  
    “Anything else?”  
    “I haven’t eaten much today.”  
    “I see.” He frowned. “What is your least favorite food?”  
    I squinted up at him, wondering where he was going with this. “Master?”
    “Answer the question.”  
    “I guess . . . fish.”
    “Then you will eat fish every night this week for dinner. I’m sure this menu will make you grateful for the one I expect you to follow.”
    I became nauseated at the thought, but wisely remained quiet. He’d proven time and again that arguing or questioning him wouldn’t change the outcome of what he decided, and I couldn’t afford to piss him off. I needed to be on my best behavior . . .
    Do it for Eve.
    “As for your forbidden orgasm, you’ll be denied again tonight. Get up.”
    My stomach dropped as I stood. Wordlessly, he led me down to the basement. Rather than turn on the lights, Gage took the time to set several candles ablaze. “Strip.”  
    I obeyed his command without hesitation. Our eyes never wavered as I shed my clothing piece by piece. My nipples ached, forming two hard pebbles that drew his hungry gaze, and the magic spot between my legs began to throb. I swallowed the self-loathing that rose in my throat.  
    “Leave the heels on. I like them.” He held out a hand. “Come.”  
    I slid my hand into his, and in that moment—a moment I instinctively recognized as a pivotal one—I knew I’d succumbed. I was at his mercy, and there was no going back. The fear still lingered, as did hatred, but renewed purpose filled me. The confusing part was how I hated and craved him so much at the same time.  
    Gage led me over to the big X on the wall. I couldn’t stop shivering as he encircled my wrists and ankles with chains.  
    “I’m so cold, Master.”
    “You won’t be for long.” He pushed me against the wall, and his dexterous fingers locked me in place. I stood spread-eagled, naked except for my heels.  
    “I want to void your safe word, but I’ll leave the choice up to you.”
    Why did this feel like a trick? “Why, Master?”
    “It’ll be a sign that you’ve given yourself to me completely. You said you’d do anything, and I believe you. Will you relinquish your safe word?”
    I swallowed hard. “For