My cock pounded harder.
Possession licked through my veins at the thought of anyone spreading her legs and taking what I’d had dripping on my fingers yesterday.
She might sell for the highest profit margin I’d ever commanded.
But it didn’t mean I could control the rage that simmered inside.
“Finally dragged yourself out of bed then?” I smirked, keeping my voice hard and condescending. “Spent quite a few hours ‘entertaining’ yourself?”
Her nostrils flared with indignation.
She didn’t respond even though her body vibrated with every silent shout she swallowed back.
I deliberately sat back down, hiding the rock-hard erection I sported.
She might’ve had countless orgasms yesterday, but I hadn’t had a single one. I’d buried myself in work. I’d conference-called my scientists to give them the good news on the revised elixir. I’d swam around my island four times to resist the urge to masturbate.
I wasn’t a prude. I relieved myself often. I dabbled in fantasies while my hand pumped out pleasures, but I always kept the girls I fucked faceless, nameless, unknown.
If I’d come last night, I knew whose face I would’ve pictured and that would not have been good for me, Eleanor, or business.
“How tired are your fingers from fucking yourself? Or did you use things around your villa to get off?”
Her jaw ticked as she clenched her teeth. She swayed before me, standing like a statue carved from granite but quickly cracking under immense pressure. Her chin rose and her gaze shot past me to focus on the aching expanse of treetops and turquoise ocean. The only landmark on the horizon, blotting out the perfection of endless sea, was another island.
Another island I owned.
And past that one was another and another and so on.
That was why I could be liberal with my boundaries. I didn’t lock the girls in their villa. I didn’t have bars and gates around my shores. They could try to swim. They might even outswim one of their guards, but if they made land, it was most likely my land they sought solace on, only to find themselves kindly escorted back.
Not one had gotten past a third island.
Most of them didn’t even try, knowing how futile such an attempt would be.
I cocked my head. Would this girl try? Would Jinx be the one who got away? After all, I’d named her for the bad luck she’d brought upon me. Perhaps, she had yet more to deliver before our time was through.
“You know…if you’re just going to be silent, I can ensure that’s a permanent situation for you. I’ll command Calvin to remove your tongue for good.” I sipped the final dregs of my coffee, shrugging. “Speaking is a privilege. Speaking to me is the biggest privilege of all. But if you don’t want that ability, then—”
“Fuck. You.” The moment the ugly curse fell from her pretty mouth, she gasped. Her hands opened and folded by her sides as if she tried to scramble her temper back into its cage, but it was too late.
Her eyes sought mine.
They locked and held, and she let loose everything she’d been hiding with a vicious hiss. “How dare you give me that drug yesterday. How dare you make me do such humiliating, disgusting things. How fucking dare you take away power over my own body, laughing at my misery, making me degrade myself in every possible way a woman can.”
She swooped toward me, fury painting her cheeks bright red, her hair whipping in a sudden balmy breeze. She looked like Medusa with a nest of snakes crawling over her shoulders, ready to sink venom into my neck from a thousand tiny fangs. “I’ve never hated anyone as much as I hate you. I hate that you saw me like that. I hate that you made me like that. You think you can sit there, smirking at my distress? Laughing to yourself that you made me willingly sit on your vile fingers. Don’t think for a moment that I held any attraction for you. Don’t kid yourself into thinking I wanted any of what happened.”
Her nose wrinkled in absolute disgust. “Seeing you touching yourself, getting off on my pain, proved what a sick and diabolical person you are. There is nothing redeeming about you. At least the traffickers were honest about who they were. You…you think you’re a lenient pimp with girls who actually want to be near him. Newsflash: no one wants to be near you. No one.”
She laughed wildly, totally drunk on her anger. “To say speaking to you is a privilege? Fuck that. Speaking to you is the most revolting thing I could ever do. I wish I’d been sold to anyone else. Literally anyone.”
Sucking in a shallow breath, she snarled, “And in answer to your sickening question if my fingers are tired? Yes, you fucking bastard. Every part of me is tired. Every part of me aches. I’ve never been so sore or disappointed in myself in my entire life. I passed out cold once those god-awful effects wore off. I wished I’d never woken up and died right there in my sleep. Don’t you get that I’d been stolen? I didn’t answer some stupid job advertisement to be here. I didn’t ask to be part of a cult where you initiate your groupies by making them become some sex-starving creature. I was taken, you creep! I’m here against my will! In case you aren’t aware, trafficking a person means everything they held dear is snatched away and leaves them more lost and alone than ever before. I arrived to you running on barely any sleep, very little food, and a hell of a lot of fear, yet you sit there, all puffed up on your pride, wearing that ridiculous suit in this sort of weather, while patting yourself on the back for my humane treatment, when really, you’re the worst of the lot!”