Captive-Sated (Dark Romance Series) (6 page)

Lady

“Get out of here you bitch, go now!” I screamed with contempt. Where is Farah?”

I
didn’t like Farah but this woman was older and dressed in traditional Middle Eastern attire. This house had an air of being run in a Middle Eastern fashion where everyone was subservient to Akmal—like he was some oil sheik or something.

Anything is better than a terrorist.

That was a thought—m
aybe he was an oil sheik. If so–why was he so damn secretive? No one answered a question straight around here.

There was this element of fear towards Akmal that made me wonder if he had these people’s families in the Middle East under his thumb somehow. These people were truly afraid of the man. I had every intention of getting a straight answer from him.
They might be afraid of Akmal but I wasn’t—or so I told myself.

I watched as the Middle Eastern woman fled from the bathroom in tears speaking in her native dialect.

That was another thing—the fact that she couldn’t speak English and she came into my dressing room pulling and tugging at me in order to try and dress me—it was irritating. I didn’t care that she couldn’t speak English, I did care that she was touching me and I didn’t know what she was saying as she did so.

I finished my make-up and dressed in jeans, a button up shirt
, and heels.

I didn’t need a maid to dress me. All I wanted
to do was to get the hell out of here. This guy was moving into my life way too quickly. He had already had his goons abduct me and if he expected compliance he had the wrong woman. He was too bossy, too controlling, and too damn good in bed. I needed to get out of here and away from him—now.

I had no room in my life for an egotistical woman hater. If he wanted a woman that he could boss around
, he could get one of his servants. That subservient attitude was not and never would be me.

Akmal

Akmal’s secretary called him on his speaker phone and informed him that his assistant was on line one.

He immediately knew by instinct, that it was something to do with Lady.

“What could she have done this quickly?” He muttered—picking up the phone.

“Master, this woman is the devil. She
is disrespectful and rude. She has the servant girl in tears.”

Akmal answered “You have to remember that American women are not like Middle Eastern women, this is an independent woman and I’m sure that she felt that she was capable of dressing herself.”

“She needs to be beat,” the assistant muttered.

Akmal’s tone went cold, “You let me take care of that!”

“Master, I meant no disrespect.”

“Do not ever t
ell me what to do with my woman or it will be you that receives a beating!” Akmal growled.

Lady

I sat on the bed dreading Akmal’s return home which was now upon me. I had gone over and over in my head how to convince Akmal that this was a grave mistake.

Suddenly defiance engulfed me. I mean really,
I had been kidnapped against my will.

No matter how I tried to convince myself of Akmal’s lack of power, I couldn’t get past the sinking feeling in my gut. Just how far would this guy go to prove a point?
Did they really have sex slaves here in the Middle East? I had heard stories but now the reality of the lifestyle was getting way too close to my world.

I let my mind wander back to the morning before and whether I wanted to admit it or not, that man had played my body like a well tuned inst
rument. I shook the thought off thinking that it was probably just that stupid love potion that he had concocted.

Akmal

Akmal pushed through the bedroom door with a look of impatience on his face.

Immediately I began my
argument. “I have no desire to stay here and I certainly have no desire to be yours, or anyone else’s sex slave.”

Akmal made the sucking noise with his tongue between his teeth that he always made when he was perturbed.

I’ve changed my mind; I began again but was quickly interrupted.

“Silence,” Akmal commanded. “Your incisive chatter is bothering me!”

Akmal removed his suit coat and I watched as he stretched his neck from side to side pulling his tie loose. Why did he have to look so good? The man exuded danger. I couldn’t ever get a read on him.

“Then again I could gag you.”

His hooded eyes looked as if he were challenging me. Finally he spoke, “What happened with the maid?”

“She came in pulling and tugging on me and I couldn’t understand what she was saying. I don’t like her, I want Farah.”

He cut his eyes at me, “But does Farah want you? You cost her a beating because of your insolence.”

“I can go for a walk Akmal.”

“It humors me that you believe that you have a choice Lady. Your choices were taken away the day that you were kidnapped.”

“What do you do for a living, Akmal?”

The answer that he gave me did not put my mind at ease. He leaned down and growled, “I’m a man who changes history. Dinner is served at 6:00 and I expect you to be prompt and on time.”

He turned on his toe and strolled from the room with such an air of power and authority that it made me almost believe that he was a man who changed history.

I exited the shower to once again view Akmal’s signature rose and cryptic note laid over what he would have me wear for dinner attire. He took painstaking effort in the simple act of dressing me. Even I was shocked that I allowed him to do it but his threat of discipline still weighed heavy on my mind.

Leila, you will look stunning in this dress

that I have chosen for you.

Wear your hair down. I want

to pull it when I fuck you later.

Mmm, I am so looking forward to it.

Yours, Akmal

I had to laugh at his vulgarity. The ways that he violated me turned me on. I wasn’t concerned with being turned on, I wanted answers and I had every intention of getting them.

I eyed myself in the mirror one last time and made my way down that long corridor and to the staircase that would take me to the dining hall. I slowed my gait when I heard voices and ducked around the corner so I could eavesdrop.

“I don’t give a fuck
Khalil. You are the one that worked out this shady deal. You listen to me—I want nothing to do with this scam the two of you have cooked up and I’m telling her. I refuse to make her a victim again. I’m giving her the freedom to leave but I’ll be damned if I am cutting her loose to vultures like the two of you.”

I couldn’t hear everything that they were saying and parts of it were in their native dialect. What shady deal? Suddenly terror gripped me as I thought
‘are they going to sell me?’ I couldn’t understand why I felt a sense of betrayal at the thought of Akmal selling me to some rich Middle Eastern male who would see me as nothing more than a sex toy.

My mind began to run amok with thoughts of being enslaved to some rich oil tycoon and I felt sick. I came from around the corner and made my way down the hallway as if I had not heard the two men talking.

Akmal grabbed my arm as if he was frustrated and his long strides caused me to have to trot behind him in order to keep up.

What is going on?

Akmal’s disposition immediately changed when he pulled my seat out and I sat.

“We’re going to have a pleasant dinner Leila, no inquiries, no talk of business, just us—a nice peaceful dinner my love.”

Shit, not good I had planned on questioning him about a few things. I would wait until the right timing, Akmal was all about timing. I was learning how to better deal with him over time. Complicated didn’t even begin to describe his personality.

I grabbed my wine glass and took a huge drink. I could immediately feel the numbing effects and took another. I looked up to see Akmal studying me. Why did he always
do that? It was like he wanted to know every minute detail of me—I would find out in time that he did. After all, the devil is in the details…