ENRAPTURED: A Dark Billionaire Romance (The Devil & His Dove Book 2)

by Jax Hart

  With her hand tucked tightly in mine, I stride up the front steps of Alex’s ancestral home in Sussex. It’s grander than mine and that says a lot. “Helena’s money looks good on you.” I tease as he greets me at the door.

  “You always were such a bloody wanker.” He comes in for a hug. “Ah, I see you brought her.” He steps back, reaches for Jessie’s hand, bringing it to his lips. But she surprises us both by throwing her arms around him in a tight hug. “Thank you for always being there for him.”

  He pulls back, face red with embarrassment. “I forgot how bloody emotional you Americans are. Hasn’t living with Christos taught you that we Brits don’t do public displays of affection?”

  “Christos is half-Greek. He’s all passion.” My throat thickens at how much she loves me. How much she cares. I don’t deserve any of it. But I take it anyway. I always take from her.

  Alex leads us inside, I take two flutes of champagne from servers. “No condoms, this time?” Jessie jokes, her nerves becoming more apparent.

  Alex leans in close. “There’s plenty in the dungeon. I turned it into a sort of private nightclub. Just ask my butler to take you to the ‘candy room.’”

  “You’re serious?” My dove asks.

  “Of course. It might be a holiday party, but it’s still one of my parties.”

  “Is your wife here? I’ve been wanting to meet her.”

  “She is…probably milling about.”

  Alex gets pulled away by more well-wishers, so I lead Jessie further into the old castle. “Was he serious? There’s not really a dungeon here?”

  “There is. And yes, he was.”

  “I want to go.”

  “No.”

  “Yes.” She stomps.

  “Scusí? Did you just stomp your foot at me?”

  “I did.”

  My face darkens. I have my emotions back but controlling them is a constant struggle. She knows this. I’m her DOM, dark soul or light and she will obey me.

  “I won’t put what we are piecing back together at risk. Don’t push me.”

  “Fine,” she pouts. “I’ve just never seen a dungeon before.”

  “I’ll take you to a museum.”

  She rolls her eyes, “What are you so afraid of? We’ve been through so much. Nothing can rip us apart now.”

  Uneasiness rolled in my gut. Happiness is new to me. I love her so much, the pain of it weighs me down. Guilt. Guilt is an emotion I never thought I’d ever feel. No matter how much I try to stuff it down, every time I gaze at her when she’s not looking I choke on it.

  “Dance with me?”

  “How can I say no to that? Do you know we’ve never danced together?”

  Taking her champagne glass from her hand, I place it down, leading my beautiful dove into the music room. Two cellists, a violinist and a harpist all strum Christmas melodies as I take her in my arms.

  “I always loved this time of year.”

  She doesn’t mean to, but when she talks about her past it pricks my heart. I tug her closer, gently brushing my hips against hers as we sway to the music. “You’re stunning tonight agápe.” My hands lightly run down the back of her hunter green velvet dress, nudging her hips even closer to mine.

  She stands up on the tippy-toes of her heels and nips my ear. “Take me to the dungeon Christos. I’ve been a bad, bad girl.”

  “Eh? What did you do?”

  “I’ve been riding Simone.” My hand stills where I was rubbing her hips.

  “No.”

  “Yes. When you left for London on business. I snuck out to the barn and tacked her up. I’m not afraid. It wasn’t her fault.”

  “Theos! Your ribs are barely healed.”

  “That’s not all. I took my ring out and didn’t tell you.”

  “What?”

  “I want your baby, Christos. Put your baby in me.”

  Fuck. I’m hard, picturing all the ways I could plant my seed deep inside this woman. My cock twitches in my pants. I want to punish her and impregnate her at the same time. “Maybe someday. But I…I wouldn’t want to pass on what I have to a child.”

  “You won’t.”

  “I might.”

  “No. It’s too rare. Give me a family Christos. You took mine away.”

  I suck in my breath. My dove knows how to fight dirty. But how can I expect anything less? I trained her well. “Are you already pregnant?”

  “No. I wouldn’t make that decision for the two of us. My ring actually was old and needed to come out.”

  “No sex tonight then, eh? Is that my punishment.”

  “There are condoms downstairs.”

  My dick is steel as she slips her hand between us, stroking me through my pants. My eye’s shut. My body shudders. My mind starts imagining all the ways I could punish my dove in Alex’s dungeon. Fuck it. “Let’s go.”

  With her hand securely in mine, I lead her through the elaborate mansion, down narrow marble halls until we reach a solid oak door. I rap my knuckles twice and the butler unlocks it from the other side. “Welcome Mr. Devillo.”

  “Alex has a flare for the dramatic,” I tell her as we descend curved stone steps where lit torches provide the only light.

  “It’s sexy. I’m frightened, but yet I’m not because I’m with you.”

  I pause. “Tonight, we’ll have a safe word. Just this once. Just here.”

  “Dark Star.”

  “That’s two words.”

  She rolls her eyes at me, “Deal.”

  We reach the bottom where another door greets us. This time I pound three times.

  “Christos?!” Helena swings the door wide. “You must be Jessie? Welcome to heaven or hell. Sometimes this place is both,” she shrugs, beckoning us forward.

  “Um, Christos? She scares the shit out of me. Can I use my safe word now?”

  I lean down arching my eyebrow, “Now do you understand why Alex freaked out last summer?”

  “This-this is... I have no words,” she breathes, clasping a hand to her throat.

  “I should’ve collared you. Then every man here would know you belong to me.”

  “Just because the collar’s not on…doesn’t mean it’s not there.”

  I grab her fast, pushing her against the rough stone wall. “You were fucking made for me, agápe.” I capture her lips, grab the hem of her dress until it bunches just below her hips and hook her legs around my waist. She gasps in my ear as my belt buckle slams against her cunt where my brand of ownership lays hidden in her folds.

  “Mine,” I growl against her lips. My kiss is brutal, my palm locks her face in place as I thoroughly fuck her mouth with my tongue. It’s a clear signal to everyone in here that this woman is mine.

  My fingers skim the damp lace at her core, finding their way inside. She’s hot silk; burning wet for me. My thumb flicks down, then presses her piercing hard. “Behave in here. Promise me?”

  “Yes, master.”

  I grunt, rewarding her by circling her swollen clit then hitting her G-spot with my fingers as they enter her. I dip my head, tongue swirling over her creamy cleavage pushed high by the tight bodice of her dress. “How far do you want to go tonight? Will you trust me? Let me take you deeper inside the dark underworld I spent my life living in before you?”

  “Is she here?”

  “No. You’ll never cross paths with anyone from my past again.”

  “Then take me. Take me all the way inside.”

  “That’s my girl,” I whisper, pulling my hand out to slap her dripping folds. She gasps as the pain also vibrates pleasure through her core.

  Unhooking her legs, I slide her gown back down. “Let’s go then.”

  We pass couples fucking in corners. Sometimes men on men, women on women…hell anything goes when Alex is the host. Jessie takes it all in; not at all ashamed as she stares at the carnal pleasure surrounding us.

  I halt noticing the dark man fully dressed in his impeccable suit, smoking a cigar with a glass of whiskey in hand.
“Don’t.” Jessie pleads, grabbing my sleeve. But he needs to stop looking at her…wanting what could’ve been if he saw her first.

  “What the fuck are you doing here?”

  “I was invited.” He drawls, ignoring me and watching my woman with a smirk on his lips. My fist clenches ready to swing.

  “No, Christos.” Her hand is at my elbow.

  I stalk forward getting in Dimitri’s face. “Don’t fuck with what’s mine.”

  “I already did, or have you forgotten?”

  She inhales sharply, placing both arms around me, pressing me back. “Let it go. I’m yours. All yours.”

  My jaw clenches, the veins in my neck popping. But I promised her I’d control my emotions. Dimitri is baiting me, hoping to get under my skin, in a desperate play to somehow score points with her.

  I take her hand knocking my shoulder against him as we pass by. “Christos. Take me. Here in this room. Make him watch.”

  I inhale sharply, needing to do it, too. “You really get me don’t you, my dove? I have my emotions but I’m still dark as sin. I’m still El Diablo.”

  “I know exactly who you are. I’d never choose him. Make me feel like your date. Remember the night I watched you with her in Capri? You set me free Christos. Made me understand that it’s okay to want to be the girl who gets fucked in the corner of a club by her lover without feeling shame.”

  I know he’s watching as I pin her against a corner. My hands skim up her back, slowly unzipping her dress. She steps out of it, wearing a lace garter set. I take my suit jacket off, methodically folding it and setting it down on a stone. I roll my shirt sleeves up to my elbows, then tongue her nipples through the fabric of her bra. Her head falls back, her lips part showing that sexy as fuck gap between her two front teeth.

  “I’m not going to go slow. It’s going to be a rough ride.”

  “Give it to me. You’ve been too gentle. I won’t break. Haven’t I proven that?”

  I answer her by unzipping my fly and take myself out. I hook her legs around my waist like before, letting my dick slide up and down her slit. I stand back, letting Dimitri see my dick part her flesh before surging up and in so hard she gasps at my invasion.

  Christos plunges into me again and again. He didn’t need to warm me up with foreplay. Just being with him turns me on. When we entered the dungeon, I heard the whispers from envious subs as we passed asking if he was the infamous, “El Diablo.” Knowing everyone wanted him while he only wants me; mades me feel powerful. This place is an underworld of dark desires. The rough stone floor and wood beam ceiling are ancient. I wonder how many men and women have snuck down here to do dirty, forbidden things. The damp, musty air of the dungeon is filled with sex and moans. I add mine to them, not holding back my cries as his thick cock fills me deep and hard. He’s never fucked me like this before. I bite his neck, opening my eyes, locking with Dimitri’s. He wants me. Remembers my taste. It’s all over his face. He’s dark and sexy. But I met Christos first.

  I refuse to look away. Refuse to apologize for my choice. I bite my lip crying out, as Christos comes, slamming me against the wall, pinning me hard as he jerks into me. His thrusts are hard and short. In and out. Plunging quick and dirty. Dimitri clenches his drink so hard the glass shatters in his hand.

  But he doesn’t look away.

  Neither do I.

  Christos, stills, his dick twitches as he tries not to come. “How far are you willing to go, my pet?”

  “As far as you need me to. Show him I’m yours.”

  Christos pulls out, hands sliding under my rump as he picks me up, bringing me to a stone slab that functions as a table or an altar. Who knows what kinds of kinky shit happened on it.

  “Ah?” I cry out as he lays me on the cold stone, spreading my thighs apart. He spreads me like the petals of a flower. “Do you see this Dimitri?” Christos asks, with his finger next to my diamond piercing.

  The skin is pulled tight over Dimitri’s cheeks. His shoes are still covered with shattered glass as he looks at the diamond dove.

  “Fuck. I can smell her from here. Let me have a turn.”

  “Never. I’m never sharing her again. Forget her face. Forget her body. Forget everything about her or I’ll take a drill to your skull and carve out the memories myself.”

  I’m turned on by Christos’ possessiveness. My back arches as he dips his head, slowly licking me, lapping at my pussy the way a cat laps up a bowl of cream.

  Dimitri won’t leave.

  He can’t stop watching.

  I get it.

  Watching people fuck is such an aphrodisiac. My hands circle my own breasts, pinch my own nipples as Christos rolls the bar of my piercing between his tongue and lips then clamps down sucking on it hard while three of his fingers slide in and curl back on my G-Spot.

  “Master!” I cry, knowing it will piss off Dimitri. He was good to me, helped hide me, and I wonder if I’m becoming more like Christos than he is becoming like me. Because turning on Dimitri, teasing him with what he can’t have—is about to make me come harder than if it was just me and Christos alone.

  Dimitri’s hands unclench. He can’t help what I’m doing to him. With his eyes on mine, he unzips his fly, the huge beautiful dick I remember is hard for me. “Jessie,” he mouths, biting his lip as he strokes himself slowly a few times.

  “Christos,” I mouth back, deepening his wound.

  My dark devil grips my chin hard with his hand. “Eyes on me,” he demands, slapping my tits hard then he takes himself in hand, rubbing between my folds letting Dimitri see his cock slide into me.

  We both gasp in unison as he goes in deep. He grabs my hips pulling me to the edge of the slab, giving his powerful hips more room to rut into me like a wild beast. His pace is fast and strong, he bends his head licking my nipples, biting them, sucking them; stamping me as his.

  My legs wrap around his waist, “I’m so close—”

  “So am I, agápe.”

  “Let’s come together.” I pant as he jerks me closer than I thought he could, angling up so the broad tip of him hits deep.

  “I love you!” I cry, more for Dimitri’s ears to hear than Christos’. Christos answers by grabbing the back of my head for a deep kiss as he pumps a few more times. I feel his release as his dick trembles; unloading hot cum deep inside me. He bites my shoulder as the spasms go on and on—and I can’t help it. My womb flutters, my inner muscles pulse again, as I watch Dimitri come from watching us.

  He finishes breathing hard; angry. Pissed at himself for wanting what he knows he can’t have. He curses, finally turning away, walking deeper into the underbelly of Alex’s castle.

  “Fuck that was hot, agápe.” Christos shudders breathing hard as he pulls out and tucks himself back into his pants. He picks up his jacket and my dress, hanging both over his forearm. I’m proud as I walk out on his arm wearing my heels and garters.

  “Wait! I can’t go back up to the party like this?”

  “Forget the party. I’m taking you to the guest suite. We’ll stay overnight.” But he stops, slipping my dress back over my head and zips me up as we reach the heavy oak door again.

  “Actually, I love Christmastime. It’s my favorite holiday…maybe we could go back to the party for a little while?”

  He smiles, kissing me softly. I should feel guilty that my friends and family think I’m dead when I’ve never felt more alive. I’d do anything for him. Anything. He leads me back to the party. I sigh, at the twenty plus foot tree twinkling with thousands of lights. My hand brushes an ornament. “It’s real!” The smell of its fragrant needles has me sigh.

  “Can we get one too?”

  He frowns as if I’ve said something wrong. But replies, “Of course. Anything for you.”

  We stay for a bit drinking champagne and eating hors d’oeuvres until I can’t hold back my yawn. He takes away my plate and drink and leads me through the castle up a set of stairs. “It’s beautiful,” I gasp.

  “Ever
ything’s still original. Updated but original nonetheless.”

  Christos strips first then, undresses me. A huge claw foot tub sits by a blazing fire. We step in together and I end up laying back against his chest. “There’s no bathroom plumbing in this section of the castle. So, we’ll bathe the old-fashioned way.”

  “Um, I like it. I like everything about England, actually. Will we stay here forever or return to Capri?”

  “I haven’t thought about it. Come, the water is getting cold and it’s late.” He towel dries me, then picks me up placing me in the large bed. He’s so warm and as I snuggle in, once again dreaming of babies.

  CHRISTOS

  SHE’S SO PEACEFUL WHEN she sleeps. I’ve accomplished everything I wanted. She’s utterly and completely mine. I was ruthless in my pursuit of her; ensuring the inevitable outcome. My fingers rub the inside of her wrist. She still doesn’t know about the tracker. I’ve been keeping secrets. Afterall, I’ve had a lifetime of faking my emotions. Now I mask the guilt at what I’ve done. Not just to her, but to the other men and woman whose lives I’ve ruined. Whose families I’ve torn apart.

  I’ve stolen everything from this golden angel. Stripped away her chance at coming into her own, clipped her wings as she just started to fly. I have what I want. But the cost eats away at me.

  Unable to sleep, I gently ease out of the bed and get dressed. Reaching behind the vase perched on the mantle, I pick up the key that will enable me to lock her in. I’m not afraid she’ll run but of any lingering guests roaming the halls this late. I’m not taking any chances that the types of guests at these functions could get into our room.

  I descend the stairs, in search of a stiff drink and a cigar. All the holiday lights are still on. Garland twines around columns, lines every mantle. I never understood holidays, never felt “cheer.” I feel it now through her; loathing myself for the bright future I stole from her.

  Fuck, it was easier to be the devil when you had no sense of remorse, no guilt, no self-hatred following your every move.