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

room. I would get no information from Farah as long as he was here.
    I would go to my room and read or write, it always gave me solace to do so and I needed that right now.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

    Lady
    I looked up at the clock and it was already 9:00pm. Akmal hadn’t sent for me yet and I wondered why. Perhaps he was working late. I still wondered what his employment consisted of and why he was still so secretive.
    I smelled him before I saw him, the mixture of spices that was Akmal gave him away. Normally I hated spicy cologne but whatever that it was that Akmal wore was pleasing to my senses. He wa s beginning to take my five senses over.
    He made his way behind my chair and leaned in growling, “With another man, dressed in shorts? No wonder he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You are not to go into the kitchen anymore. I’ll not stand for men eyeing my lady like rabid dogs.”
    “No Akmal, please I beg of you…..”
        He had been drinking and I didn’t know what to expect from him. I could only hope that he was not mean when he drank.
    Evidently he had been watching security footage and he had seen me in the kitchen earlier. That still didn’t explain why he was so angry with me right now. It made me wonder what Farah’s brother had said earlier when he refused to speak English.
    I pulled against the handful of hair that he held, “I am begging you please don’t make me stay out of the kitchen. I’m lonely during the day without anyone to talk to.”
    “You have me to talk to.”
    “You aren’t here, Akmal.”
    “Then fucking call me,” he hiss ed.
    “Akmal I’m begging you to please let me talk to her. I need female companionship.”
    He bit down on my neck, “If you insist on begging for something, beg me for my cock! Get up!”
    He tossed me on the bed and I was in no way ready for what he did next. He took a knife from his loose fitting drawstring pants and stalked me on the bed.
    “The terror in your eyes pleases me, Lady.”
    Tears welled up in my eyes due to the fear that ran amok in my system.
    He straddled me wearing nothing but the drawstring pants that he donned. His bare chest marked that of a man who took his workouts seriously. My eyes strayed down to the line of hair that worked its way down towards his now hardened cock. Why was I always drawn to that?
    “You fucking cock tease ; allowing another man to look at you. Did his cock get hard?”
    “I left, I left, I’ll be good, I promise. Please don’t take away the only friend that I have.” Once again I felt a tinge of guilt about using Farah for information. I was no better than the people who used me to get what they wanted.
    “You bitch, give me what I want.”
    He began making a sawing motion with the knife at the top of my shirt. I could feel myself trembling.
    “Please don’t hurt me, please, I’ll beg, I’ll do anything.”
    Immediately I felt his cock get stiffer.
    I continued to beg, loving the power that it gave me.
    “I promise that I’ll be good, Akmal.”
    “Liar,” he whispered.
    Why did that whisper sound more sinister than him raising his voice?
    He unbuttoned my shorts pulling them down and throwing them off. He quickly took his pants off. “Don’t you dare fucking move Leila—I will take your ass to the dungeon and whip you.”
    I stayed still; scared of him doing just what he said.
    He sliced through my underwear and held the knife to my throat.
    “Akmal please, you are scaring me.”
    “Then fear turns you on little girl. Don’t lie to me, your body gives you away. You like the things that I do to you. Don’t you?”
    “Yes,” I don’t know why, I can’t help it Akmal.”
    “Why would you want to try and help it? We feed off of each other, Lady.”
    He swiped a finger over my slit and rubbed it on my lips.
    I took his finger in my mouth sucking it and rolling my tongue around it as I seductively eyed him.
    He pressed the knife into my throat.