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Turning over and opening my eyes, I felt around for Jonas. I didn’t want to wake alone, but for some reason Jonas had slipped out without waking me. It had been an exhausting and demanding night, one I could never forget even if I tried. Who could forget something life changing, satisfying sexually, and more terrible than I’d ever imagined.
The soiled sheets and bedding had been a reminder of Jonas’s sticky cum, and what we’d done on and off those sheets. I’d surrendered everything I thought and felt about Max, our marriage, our special sexual bond, everything I held for Max had been handed over to Jonas in one glorious terrifying night.
Then I came back to earth. “Oh my god,” I murmured. “We weren’t using protection.”
Christian had informed me that I couldn’t go ashore even to get birth control. And the ship’s doctor didn’t have any. He had said to me, “What do you need that for?” And I stupidly agreed. If he wasn’t going to have sex with me I’d agreed and forgot all about it.
I should have known he’d be up to something nefarious. With Christian everything he did had a reason. He married me for a reason, and I was naïve enough to think I had that much sway over men. How fucking wrong I was. I had power over two men now, and those were the Blackstone brothers and no one else.
Sometimes two men were enough, and now they were more than enough for me, but I was one woman with two men who didn’t like sharing.
However, in this case I’d been placed in a situation where there were three men who wanted me. I knew Christian wanted me too, but the way he wanted me could only come to a bitter end for me. I wished he’d just go away and give me back my life, and let me figure out how to navigate Max and Jonas.
I should have known better, I thought scolding myself for being stupid. I’d never seen all this before with Max, but he was different, he loved me, and I loved him. But Christian, he was a young man the likes I’d never known. His needs and wants had been different than what I’d seen with Jonas and Max.
I could deal with Maximillian and Jonas’s kind, because they did have some respect and feelings for women, rules they’d lived by, but I’d never met anyone like Christian, who lived to barter and trade things for whatever he desired, whether women, cars, companies, yachts, or sexual kinks he wanted to experience and satisfy at any cost.
Preferably have women pay the price.
When I thought I heard a door open, I turned. “You must be feeling great. I know I got a good night’s rest from the show you put on.” Christian palmed his cock. I closed my eyes for a second. Will he ever give me a minutes rest? I wondered.
“Are you admitting you can have an orgasm?” I lashed back.
“I’m a man and a young one at that,” he bellowed. I became alarmed and pulled the covers over my breasts. After I’d fumbled around and found my robe in the bed under a pillow, I placed it on and stepped to the floor.
Out of desperation and wanting to defend myself from an out of control young, dangerous, and unhinged man, I reached for my whip—the one I’d used on Jonas earlier.
When I flicked my wrist, and the whip tore across his chest, he glanced at me in surprise. “You dare use that on me?” He questioned, eyes blazing. “Before we arrive in Cancun, you will see my whip.” And he turned on the balls of his feet, and as quietly as he’d entered my stateroom, he disappeared through a secret panel connecting our rooms.
Rushing to get my cell, and trying to raise Jonas on the phone, and to send off a text, Christian returned as quickly as he’d left. “I remembered why I came here,” he said, a smirk tugging on the left side of his mouth. “Max is dead.” I didn’t know what to feel, but I wasn’t going to show any emotions where Christian would taunt and abuse me further.
“How did it happen?” I questioned. Max had been thought to be dead more times than I could count in more ways than there are days in the year.
“It appeared he went down with the helicopter flying him back to Manhattan. I’d asked him to stay because the weather was treacherous over New York. You know how it is with the change of seasons, but he didn’t seem to be put off by that... Max is somewhat of a daredevil, he loves taking chances. You should know. Nine lives I hear,” he said with a smirk, “I guess he used all of them up.
“I assume he was a gambler. He gambled on you. Now look at what he has for all his money and power, a slut who will sleep with any man. A real woman would have jumped overboard.”
I stared at Christian fuming and forgetting that I hated him more than I loved Max.
Christian grabbed my hair and dragged me to the mirror on the panel. “You’re mine now to do with as I wish. And I have so much more in store for a slut like you.” And he dropped his hands and his eyes roamed down my back to my ass, offering me a cynical smile that crawled across his face like a snake. He was more dangerous than a snake, because he was a man, if he could call himself that.
Gripping my whip, I turned and stepped closer to him. “You were the one who set this diabolical, dirty, filthy scheme up, and now you want to blame me? Then blame me. I’m tired of making excuses for men like you.”
“You could have refused, but you went along with it,” Christian barked, as if he thought that would intimidate me. Well it didn’t, because I knew how ruthless men like him could be. But he proved by far to be the worst I’d ever encountered.
“When did I ever have the opportunity to refuse you? When?” He raised his hands in surrender and chuckled.
I’d endured Max taking my children from me a second time, and being used as a pawn by all the men he’d fucked over in business, and some he might have killed to protect his honor, and I didn’t doubt he’d committed murder because of me. Max had always thought I was his possession too as in all the possessions he’d owned, and I forced him to sell them off and he might have resented me for that.
I knew if there was anyway Max was alive, and he had been a witness to what Christian had done to humiliate me, Christian wouldn’t be long for this world. But therein lay the problem. If he were to see that video, either Jonas or I would be dead.
I’d lived with and loved Max from the day we locked eyes at his ski lodge, who had been capable of doing unspeakable things, and yet I loved him, revered him, obeyed him, and we had the most unbelievable sex imaginable. I still loved him with every part of my being, and I didn’t know what that said about me except—Christian didn’t know who he was fucking with.
“Are you mad, or do you think you can convince Max if he’s alive I would sleep with his brother?” Max knew me well enough now to know I’d never willingly lie down with Jonas. However, if anyone analyzed that tape it was all there. I loved every minute of Jonas making love to me. Fucking me places only Max had been. “Who knows that story, except you, me and the steward. The others are dead along with Max. You sold me to the highest bidder—”
“And it appears you and my steward got along beautifully. You had an orgasm, and he had several—”
“You can’t prove I enjoyed that man. And what about you? There are words for you, and I won’t take the time to trade insults, Christian.”
“Maybe you will. Take a shower, no better yet, don’t. I want you in my cabin in the next few minutes, ready to provide the type of recreation you’ve been giving to that dead husband of yours and that man who paid a fortune for one night. I want to experience what makes a cunt like you worth millions for one night.”