Enslaved by the Incubus (The Incubus Chronicles) by Fiona Thornton Read Free Book Online Page A

tried to watch
him leave. She wanted to see what he drove, where he went. He could have fit
perfectly into a Lamborghini Aventador or a Ford F150, neither would surprise
her. But look as hard as she might, he was already gone. It was like he had
vanished.
    Amy stopped and
leaned back against her crossover. Her head was spinning and her heart racing.
It took some time before she settled down.
    What the hell just happened to me?

 
    Amy was a basket
case the remainder of the day. A glorious, happy, sexed-up basket case. Nothing
bothered her. She was a little spacey at times, daydreaming of a man whose name
she didn’t even know ( how did she let that
happen ?), but she catered to her kids’ every need, took them out to their
favorite restaurant for dinner, then read extra long to them at bed.
    Once they were
asleep, the night was hers.
    Amy broke out a
bottle of champagne for one, and drank it awash in fantasy endings to the
morning’s encounter. Even when she focused on what had actually happened, with
all the unresolved business, every second of frustration and sexual tension
felt great . She finished the bottle
in a bubble bath, after which she air-dried before climbing under the sheets. Her
fingers explored her recesses knowingly and she came quickly and freely with
his imagined, smiling face looking down from atop her.
    Sleep came easily,
as if she had been drugged.
    She had.

 
    What came nextfelt like it was real.
    Amy opened her
eyes and did not immediately understand what she was seeing. She was looking at
herself, stretched out on a stone floor, basking in flickering fire light. Amy could
feel the hard, warm stone beneath her bare shoulders and back. She was looking
up at her reflection in mirrors that lined the ceiling.
    Where am I?
    That was important
to know if she was to ever get home, but she quickly realized the real
question: Why am I here?
      She was nude except for a thin, silk
bikini that offered minimal protection to her breasts and womanhood. Her lips
and nails had been painted blood red, a color that suited her more than she had
ever realized. The exposed flesh of her waist and the tops of her breasts were
painted with archaic runes, some kind of symbols Amy couldn’t understand.
    Someone had done
this to her. Someone had taken her from her bedroom, painted her, and left her
waiting for…whom? Or what?
    For a woman who
had been kidnapped, Amy was more intrigued than fearful. She was dressed as a thing
of desire. No, more than that: she was a male fantasy. But who was it that she
was to entice and provoke? Amy intended to find out, and was not about to wait.
She was going to learn her fate on her terms.
    She stood up and
looked and listened. There was fire everywhere. It was the only source of
light. Its heat burned her skin and kept her glistening in its light. This
place was otherworldly, something out of a fantasy novel. Or perhaps it was
Hell, although she didn’t hear any screaming. Quite the opposite, it was eerily
quiet, with nothing to be heard but the crackling of the flames and her soft
footsteps. But the illustrations on the walls were graphic depictions of human
women and men being taken by strange and terrible creatures.
    “Is this why I’m
here?” she asked.
    Part of her wanted
to say Bring it. She would show
whoever had taken her what she was made out of.   But she didn’t understand what she was
feeling. So many emotions, all jumbled together. Fear and outrage at being
kidnapped. Confusion. Intrigue over who has taken her. And – she couldn’t
deny it – arousal. Seeking her captor, and possibly being hunted at the
same time, was turning her on. If nothing else, she hadn’t had a night like
this…ever.
    Amy ran off,
barefoot, to explore her prison. It was one great romantic, mixed message
– rooms that were clearly dungeons, geared at pain and pleasure, in that
order, but radiating luxury and decadence. She wandered and wandered, becoming
so frustrated that she wanted