Enthralled: A Box Set

by Pamela Ann

  “Because I couldn’t take how you were treating me, like some second-class doormat, a secret doormat at that. That’s why!” I spat back, matching his furor. “After the first movie, The Viking Mercenary, became this monster success and you became this huge actor … the gossip and the need to hide our relationship because your management forbid you to make it known, I just couldn’t deal with it. The jealousy ate me. Week after week, I would read up online, where you went, what you did, who you did it with. The truth and the lies, they all became my real.”

  “But I told you none of them were true! You knew how much I fucking loved you. God, I was going to marry you, Cara. How could you be so cutthroat and heartless to someone you pledged your heart to?”

  Because it was the only weapon I had, and if I didn’t use it, he would have found a way to leave me sooner or later to the glamorous women surrounding him.

  “I’m sorry for leaving. Quite honestly, I didn’t think it would affect you that much.”

  At that point, after he had missed my birthday and called to greet me a day after, I knew it was only a matter of time before he would have dispensed of me. I did us both a favor by doing it.

  “You didn’t think? It’s very selfish of you to believe that I didn’t care. You knew how hard it’ll be, and you promised you’d stick by me through thick and thin, remember?”

  As much as I hated showing weakness, my eyes started to water as I struggled to answer him. It took a minute or so until I snapped out of my poignant trance before I opened my clutch and pulled out the promise ring he had given me before he had left to chase his dream. My heart ached at the very sight of it. I had almost forgotten about it..

  “I also came here to give this back.”

  River sneered, appearing offended, disgust sparkling in his eyes. “It seems you don’t want anything to do with me. Why don’t you just throw it away? You’re pretty good at that.”

  Why was he so reluctant to just let it go? So much had happened, and hurling insults would only make things more difficult between us.

  “What did I ever do to you to hurt me this way, Cara?” His voice cracked amidst all his anger, his pain emerging. For a moment, it gave me a glimpse of him, heartbroken and lost, without an answer after I had disappeared.

  He was breaking me down, directing questions as though he had some glimmer of hope that something could be recovered between us. What little hope he had garnered, I would effectively banish.

  “River …” I’m sorry. I had to choose me this time. No man would ever put me on my knees again like some desperate beggar dying for some of his crumbs.

  He sensed my reluctance. Gradually advancing toward me, he halted his steps before cupping my face with his large, roughened hands. “I’ll forgive and forget everything if you come back to me right now, Cara. We have everything we’ve ever wanted. We’ve accomplished so much. We’re older now and wiser. We can start over again. It’ll be better this time around. I can afford whatever your heart desires. You don’t even have to work if you don’t want to. Just say the word, and I’m yours.”

  Words were easy to say. Actions, on another hand, were another thing. Time had proven that he wasn’t one to always keep his promises, and as much as I loved him once, I wasn’t about to put myself on a platter again. Why would I put myself through that again? He should have protected what we had in the beginning. This wouldn’t have happened otherwise. There was so much at stake this time, and I couldn’t gamble on that, even if he was the best thing that had ever happened to me.

  He had too much power over me. It was terrifying to even consider submitting to those powerfully unparalleled emotions again. Without him, I was in control of my life, my destiny. Gone was the shattered, defenseless girl. I was a woman made of sterner stuff, one who couldn’t be easily dissuaded with empty promises any longer.

  “I can’t do that, River,” I stated, unwavering. “You’ve lost me forever.”

  He was horrified, dazed, and flummoxed all at once. Bereft and rendered speechless, our gazes battled, torn between love, hate, and agony. And just when I thought we had finally reached the point of no return, the damning man dipped his head to meet my lips, kissing me senseless. Urgently. Lasciviously.

  I was a riot of emotions, completely taken aback by his hungered lips. My thoughts were simultaneously a jumble and as serene as a placid river.

  His carnal intentions left me shaken. So much so that I found myself responding. It was like my lips belonged to him, to command and savor. I had forgotten how it felt to be with him, to be in his arms, to be at his mercy. Him. Just River.

  My nails dug into his chest through his shirt, feeling unbidden and out of my depth. Fevered for his touch, I felt a rush of intoxicated yearning, quite unhinged, like a myriad made by his touch. His masculine scent and the very feel of him possessed me—my very soul. River was my home sweet hell, and it seemed he was capable of placing me where he deemed I belonged, with him, beautifully creating the fires of sins that only he and I could compose. A gluttony we never knew how to relinquish nor diminish. Fire and ice, clashing and mending. A cacophony of our own written symphony.

  Chapter Three

  I felt like I was being transported back to the days when my body and mind weren’t mine to command. Like a string being pulled at whatever direction he so desired. I was his as River took full control, devouring my lips, my body.

  The spell was too potent to dispel its influence on me. The moment those masculine hands travelled about my body, feeling and cupping my breasts as he lodged one of his thighs between my legs, I knew whatever convictions I had, had all but disappeared.

  Consumed by unrivaled hunger, carnal passion took precedence, and I was at his mercy. Unequivocally.

  “I forgot what your touch feels like. You feel fucking amazing,” I sighed, out of my mind as I gasped for air, breaking our kiss while his lips trailed down my neck, leaving specks of fiery need, branding my skin as he went further down into my nether region.

  “It’ll be my pleasure to remind you, Cara.” He spoke just above my parted thighs before breathing me in with a guttural sound that almost unhinged me.

  Before I could make another sound, he softly bit the soft spot atop my moistened pussy.

  What was he waiting for? I frustratingly thought as I gazed down with such fevered need it frightened me.

  “River?” I blinked at him.

  He slowly got to his full height, expressive eyes meeting my own. “If I take you, you’ll be mine again,” he said softly before leaving a chaste kiss on my lips. “Just say the word. I need to hear you say it, my love.”

  Sucker punched. That’s what it felt like. River just brought me down to earth in the harshest way possible. How could I let myself down so humiliatingly?

  Closing my eyes, big, hot tears sprung behind my lids. It was a moment of madness; what else could one call it? To be sure, it was lust. Nothing more. Dressing it for love would be a mistake, and I surely wasn’t going to do that.

  “I can’t. I won’t.” That kiss meant nothing. Nothing at all.

  “I figured as much. Although, it was worth a shot. I hope you can forgive me for trying,” he said through a saddened smile that seemed to tear into the very core of my being.

  It was the opposite of what I had expected of him. I hadn’t imagined he would beg or anything, but for him to not fight harder wasn’t want I had anticipated.

  Distracted, he stepped back and scanned the room. “Let’s get you home, shall we?” he asked.

  Nodding in response, I meekly gazed at him through my lashes. My mind seemed hell-bent on making a statement, yet my body yearned for his touch, and the memory of how he took my body made me throb and ache for more. Alas, the man had withdrawn from my reach.

  Once he retrieved his keys, he barely glanced at me as he silently guided me toward his garage. He had a black, matted-out Range with matching all-black interiors, perfectly matching the owner’s mood, no less.

  “Where’s y
our place?” he asked after the engine roared to life. His eyes were directed on the dashboard as though he would rather not look at me.

  “It’s on Santa Monica and 6th Street,” I murmured back as I bit into my lip, unsure if I should break the icy barrier he had erected.

  His somewhat of a dismissal made me feel at odds. However, I understood his reluctance in wanting to connect, even if it was through a mere gaze. At this moment, it might be all too much. And even though he was at war with himself, I appreciated the fact that he was gentlemanly enough to drive me home. This side of River was one of the things that had made me fall for him. He was as protective as he was encouraging.

  While he drove, Ed Sheeran’s calming voice softly crooned in the background. Confined in such a space, tension crackled between us. There was so much to be said, yet silence seemed fitting. My mind was in turmoil, as was my body. My mind, more pointedly, reprimanded my prior actions.

  It was a relief when we exited the freeway and River reached my home in no time. Without another word, he found a parking spot before killing the engine.

  In the midst of contemplation, I was just about to open my mouth to thank him for taking me home when I found him unbuckling his seatbelt.

  Wait. Where was he going?

  Panicked, I stared at him in confusion. “Uh, where do you think you’re going?” He can’t be thinking it, I inwardly bemoaned.

  In the dark, his lethal eyes dismissed any thought process I had. “I’m coming with you. I know what you’re going to say, but a lot happened tonight and all I ask is for you to spare me the worry. I just need to make sure you’re safe inside your home; that’s all. I promise, okay?”

  Was it ever really that simple? Hardly, but I was running out of energy to keep arguing.

  Disconnecting from his gaze, I let out an audible sigh and said, “Okay.”

  Emotionally fatigued, we quietly got out his Range and began to awkwardly stride next to each other toward the complex entrance. My apartment was only a few blocks from the beach and the pier. This was my home, my haven, and it troubled me that River was going to step into my territory. From here on, I would have a memory of him here, walking me home.

  I knew I had seconds until I have to breach the subject of good-bye. The finality of the word made it all the more daunting.

  Awkwardly stealing a glance at his face, he seemed as troubled as I was with his lips pressed together, as though he was holding himself back from saying something. Those lips … had devoured me, my soul, and took every ounce of sanity I had. Had he not pulled back, he would have had me writhing underneath him with no thought of the consequences.

  I was too enthralled at the taste of him and the feel of his strength and his powerful body working its magic on me. Thank goodness some divine intervention had saved me from any more embarrassment.

  Crestfallen, I spun around to face him the moment we reached my door. The soft glow of the hallway lights made his chiseled features seem softer yet more lethal to my senses. One look of that feral gaze he just gave me made me quiver inside. How could he still have so much power over me?

  Letting my eyes drop to study the strong muscles of his neck, I unknowingly began to lick my lips, parched for reasons I dared not openly admit. “River, listen—”

  “I’m leaving for Ireland tomorrow to shoot the final film of TVM.” He grazed my cheek with his thumb, seeming to test my reaction at the feel of his touch. Our eyes met, and I couldn’t feel or see anything. Only him and those feral, stormy eyes that never failed to draw me in. “Do you mind if I text you from time to time?”

  Text. He didn’t outright say call, which meant he was treading lightly, knowing well enough that I would immediately reject it. I wasn’t sure if I should be comforted by that thought.

  “If you want to, I guess.” Texting was harmless, though it was his grand gesture of wanting to keep in touch because I wouldn’t give him anything more.

  A soft smile broke from his lips. I was so absorbed by it that I didn’t notice he had reached out to hold my hand. I simply stood there like a breathless idiot before he bent over to softly kiss my knuckle, his lips sweetly caressing my skin. When he finished, he didn’t release my hand. He took a moment to gaze upon my face, looking at me as though it would break him if he dared to stop. When I thought it would never end, he granted me with a wounded smile and murmured, “Sleep well, my petal.”

  Blanketed with darkness, I blushed from head to foot. That pet name represented how much he had once loved me. And as much as I wanted him to stop using it, I had no fight left in me tonight.

  “Safe travels to you and take care.”

  He responded with a curt nod before he retreated, leaving me staring back at him, walking away while I remained in my frozen position, wondering if I achieved what I aimed to gain by meeting him tonight.

  All I knew was that River Ellis had somehow managed to remind me that I still had a heart—a beating one at that.

  Chapter Four

  Sleep eluded me. I tossed and turned, grunting and groaning in frustration while I loudly cursed myself as my mind raced, recalling the events at River’s home. More importantly, the simple gold ring that bore his name was dropped somewhere in the kitchen after he had kissed me.

  “God that kiss … FUCK!” I screeched into the darkness, wondering if I would ever recover from it.

  River knew how to touch me. Could any man ever compare to that? Even Parker’s didn’t come close, nor other men I had tried to date after River. No one had the ability to suspend me from reality, to live in that very moment, every waking breath felt. Each kiss, touch was a symphony of the senses. A masterpiece to be savored, treasured.

  River made me feel alive, but he also could easily give me the kiss of death. My decision was unchanged, but I just wanted to remember … how it felt to be so spellbound, so electrified, wanton, and purely intrinsic.

  He had a stunning body with an unmatched ability to make a woman melt into vapid oblivion with a mere touch. Although those were all incredible to note, I had to admit they palled in comparison to what truly drew me to him—his voice.

  The raspy sound of his voice seemed to reach out to you, into your heart, gnawing at your soul. Each syllable was a balm to heal what was broken within, belting a song with his beloved string guitar on his thigh. I remembered waking up to his presence doing that, sated from our lovemaking while watching me sleep, back when he loved me just as much as I had loved him. Those days were long gone, but I still cherished them. I could comfort myself that at least I knew what it meant to love and to be loved.

  Memories came crashing down like embers from hell, bright and blazing, but never permanent, vanishing into the abyss, leaving me a speck of soot, staining my soul, forever marking my heart.

  Tears came next. I cried for what was lost and what might have been, for the past that had strangled me since birth. I wept, sobbing for feeling so alone. Loneliness was something I was accustomed to. I was akin to it. It had been my constant companion, but tonight … I wished it away, hoping it would leave me in peace for a time.

  //

  In my miserable half-asleep state, I heard a stifled ring echoing from my cell phone that was in my purse at a distance. I left it somewhere in the room, but I wasn’t quite sure where.

  It’s probably on the floor, I tried to vaguely recall.

  Unceremoniously, I slipped out of bed, donning only my lace thong as I squinted about the darkened room, scanning the black and white trellis patterned carpet. Alas, I found the shrilling thing sitting next to the door. The probability of me dropping it the second I got into my bedroom was likely.

  Plucking my clutch, I brusquely yanked it open and took hold of my offending phone.

  “Hello?” I grumbled at the intruder.

  “Are you coming or not? We’ve been waiting for half an hour now. Where are you, Sprinkles?” Anton’s exasperated voice boomed in my ear.

  “What time is it?” Scratching the side of my head, I r
etraced my steps and landed back on the bed, hoping I could catch a few more hours of peace and quiet.

  “It’s two in the afternoon, sweet cheeks.”

  Peace and quiet could wait. My friends had to come first.

  “Damn. Sorry, I overslept.” If being in a half state could be acknowledged as such. “I’ll be there in fifteen. Save some food for me please, I beg you. I’m hella starving.” Cutting the call, I begrudgingly got out of bed for the last time and headed straight into the bathroom to wash up.

  My blackout curtain did a fine job of not permitting any light coming through, but it made a mess of my body clock. Ever since I had it installed, getting anywhere on time was a challenge. Today was Netflix; how did I manage to forget that? It was a ritual for Anton and our other neighbor, Kells. Sundays were exclusively to lounge around, drink, and get fat in front of the television while watching a show the three of us agreed to. We were into Season Two of The Borgias.

  Speaking of food, I barely got a chance to nibble on anything last night since my dress was the sort where if one ate one too many fries and it would combust. Therefore, I had begrudgingly nibbled on a low-fat mozzarella stick to stave off hunger, promising myself that, once the party was over, I could happily pig out on waffles and fried chicken.

  Parker wouldn’t have appreciated that. The man was a health nut. And even though we had just begun dating, he had already lectured me of my high love and devotion for all things fatty and sugary. What human wouldn’t be enticed with chocolate? Parker, apparently, came from another planet. That was part of his charm, though. He was different from me. And while I lacked family, he had a huge one, mainly all working in the field of Orthodontics. That somewhat explained his disimpassioned hatred for sugary things. Unlike his family members, he pursued acting. The dark horse, as he nicely put it.

  Back to my present predicament, my stomach was making a loud protest. Feed me, it demanded.