Lap of Luxury (Love Don't Cost a Thing)

“That was harder for you than last night,” I guess. I was rough with her last night, but today we acted out one of her fantasies, and by the look on her face it was more intense than she imagined it would be.

“We shouldn’t have…” she trails off, and buries her face against my chest.

Poor little dove. She’ll get over her shame in time. I’ll help her.

Chapter Fifteen

Bethany

When I wake up the next morning, my first thought is that I need a shower, a therapist and a morning after pill.

I shift in the bed, and Damir’s hands slide around my thigh and belly. He palms the bandage on my thigh, rubbing it with possessive delight. He doesn’t have any qualms about what we did. He was in an excellent mood all evening, while I was sunk in confusion and horror. I let my kidnapper hurt me, and I got off on it. Now I’m waking up in bed with him after clinging to his warm body all night. I should just throw myself overboard now.

Before I manage to open my eyes, Damir presses the thick rod of his cock tight against my ass. Seeking. Needing. I find myself pressing back against him and I’m so slippery from our close proximity that when I wriggle back, the tip of his cock slips easily into me. Damir groans into my hair as he takes hold of my hips, and thrusts all the way into me.

I’m tender from last night, and the night before, but it’s an ache I can’t get enough of. Damir fucks me steadily; lazy, sleepy sex with only his hips moving and my arms braced above my head against the headrest, keeping my body still and arching my back so his dick goes good and deep. His hand slips around my hips and the pad of his finger works my clit.

“How I love you here with me,” Damir purrs in my ear.

He pulls out of me, pushes me onto my back and impales me again. I look up at his body, moving in the morning light, hard muscles playing over his chest and belly. He watches the plunge of his cock into my pussy as if fascinated by the sight, and my fingers making small movements on my clit. As my climax rises up, I forget about everything but him.

As soon as I feel him burst inside me, my senses come flooding back. “Shit!”

“What’s wrong?” he asks, as he lazily withdraws.

“You didn’t pull out.”

“I guess I forgot.”

I bury my face in the pillow and groan, while he stretches his arms over his head with a roar of satisfaction. “What a beautiful day it is. But no more lounging about in the sun. Today, we have work to do.”

Him and me, or him and his men? I sit up angrily. “I’m not doing anything until you get me that morning after pill.”

He ignores me and pulls on his clothes. Then he tosses my T-shirt and sweats to me. “Want to see something?”

I get dressed and follow him up on deck, and I can’t help but gasp at the view. Land. We’re maybe a mile offshore, so there’s no chance of me jumping overboard and swimming for freedom, but there is a shore. Civilization. People. A pharmacy.

“Where are we?” I ask, taking in the mountainous vista. Along the shore is a glitzy city, with high-rise hotels and a marina.

“Monte Carlo.”

Monte Carlo, Monaco. It conjures up visions of Grace Kelly, effortless and blonde in a convertible. Casinos. James Bond. Conspicuous wealth. “What are we doing here?”

Damir slings an arm around my shoulders and takes a deep breath of the clear sea air. “I have business with an old friend. I’m going to need you on my arm, and dressed up like a woman of mine should look.” He glances down at me. “Though I have to admit you look fucking adorable in my sweats.”

Only one sentence of what he’s said matters to me. He’s going to take me ashore. I wonder why he would he risk such a thing when he must know that I want to escape. He’s not so stupid to think that I’m on his side now just because we’ve been having sex.

He’s not stupid enough to believe I like him.

“Can we go ashore now?”

Damir smiles down at me. “So eager, princesa.”

“I want that morning after pill.”

“Oh. That.” He lets go of me and strides off down then deck, and disappears into the bridge. Then he comes back and passes a paper bag to me, a taut expression on his face. “Here. Boris has already been ashore.”

There are two boxes inside the paper bag. One is the morning after pill. The other is the contraceptive pill. Three months” worth. I wonder if three months is the length of time he intends to keep me, or if there’ll be a repeat prescription in my future.