Captive-Sated (Dark Romance Series) by Suzanne Steele Read Free Book Online

have worked your way into my system like a drug and I am a man with a habit that has to be fed. You are everywhere—in my head—my heart—my bed—I can’t let you go. You are everything that I have always wanted and have never been able to attain—even with all of my wealth and power. To let you go now would be ludicrous.”
    His threats only excited me. Perhaps I am just as twisted as he is.
     

 
     
     
     
     

Chapter Fifteen
         I made my way to the kitchen door and waited, watching Farah in order to get a ‘feel’ for her mood.
    “Hi, don’t just stand there; come help.” She smiled as she spoke.
    A tinge of guilt coursed through me as I thought about the fact that I was only here to weasel her out of information about my ‘captor;’ as he had labeled himself.
    I couldn’t figure Akmal out. One minute he decreed that he was my captor and the next he was telling me that he would free me. I don’t think that he knew what he would do if I took him up on his offer of letting me go.
    Nothing was going to change the fact that Akmal was a man who would stop at nothing to get that which he desired and what he desired was me.
    The smells of Farah’s cooking interrupted my thoughts. I wasn’t accustomed to the food and the fact that I hated curry only made it worse. The smell of the food that Farah was cooking was not pleasing and I hated it, but it was one of those ‘it is what it is’ situations. I have a tendency to eat bland anyway because of stomach issues that are due to nothing but the stress of being in the public eye.
    As if reading my thoughts she ask me, “Have you gotten use to the food yet?”
    I eyed her and decided to be honest, “I hate curry.”
    “Oh…..That poses a problem. Middle Eastern food is quite often laced with curry or cumin.”
    “Speaking of laced with, what is the deal about using aphrodisiacs on women in the Middle Eastern culture?”
    “I t isn’t about the aphrodisiac—it’s about control. Middle Eastern men control every aspect of their wives lives.”
    “I’m not his wife,” I answered. “I don’t understand why he has this need to possess me.”
Farah turned and looked me in the eye, “Listen to me, Akmal is dangerous and the quicker that you realize that you belong to him, the easier your life will be.”
    “I don’t belong to him, I don’t belong to anyone.”
    “You should be grateful that he rescued you from the people who use you for your money. Akmal is probably the only person who wants you and not what you have.”
    “Grateful? Are you kidding me? The man is obsessed with me.”
    “That is all the more reason that you need to be compliant. You have no idea how dangerous that he is.”
    I was tempted to tell her that I already knew what a monster that he was. I couldn’t help but feel a little flattered that he was obsessed with me, but I pushed that thought away from me. I had no intentions of having mercy on a man who wouldn’t be upfront about who he was.
    The doorbell rang and Farah wiped her hands on her apron and went to answer it.
    When she returned she was with a man, “This is my brother in law Sahir.”
    I was relieved that it hadn’t been her husband. I still felt awkward around her due to the fact that her husband had kidnapped me.
    I stuck my hand out to shake his and he stunned me when he rubbed his thumb over it.
    Farah began rapidly talking in her native tongue and all that I could make out was Akmal’s name.
    He answered her never taking his eyes off of me and I instinctively knew that he was telling her that he didn’t care.
    The whole time that we were in the kitchen he never took his eyes off of me. As hard as I tried to ignore him it was still nerve racking to feel as if I was under a big spotlight. What was it about these guys and their obsession with American women? I could only guess that it was due to the fact that we were polar opposites of their Middle Eastern women.
    I finally excused myself to go to my