Xavier
“You are a liar!”Young Laila had gripped the gilded arms of her chair as she stared at me in her family’s mansion with views of the Golden Gate Bridge.She had returned home from boarding school after her father’s death to support her fragile mother, who had collapsed at his funeral.“No!”Laila had jumped to her feet at my news.Her hands flew to her ears as she backed away. “You’re a liar! Get out of my house! Never come back!” she yelled at meI blinked.Liar; this was the same accusation but from different women.I stared now at the young blonde who stood before me in the cabin of my private jet.Sylvia Browne was magnificent.A little too thin, perhaps, but it was hard to notice that when her full breasts swelled up against the bodice with every angry breath she took.Her waist was tiny, the perfect span for a man’s hands.Her honey-blonde hair fell back in waves as she tossed her head, her chin had now completely collapsed, exposing her swan-like throat.Her aquamarine eyes glittered at me in fury.“You are a liar,” she cried with all the strength she could muster “I don’t believe a word you say!”A liar?To me, the integrity of a man’s promise equaled his worth as a man. It was the one accusation I could not endure.In cold rage, I gripped her shoulders. I had endured her false accusation for so long. I needed to do something to put an end to her words.I tightened the grip on her shoulders as I narrowed my eyes on her.Apart from correcting her accusation of being a liar, I wanted to instill a bit of fear in her.“I’m selfish,” I snapped at her. “Ruthless. Even cruel. But not a liar. Never that.” I scowled but my tone didn't cause the intended effect I wanted.My gaze fell to her mouth, where she was chewing on her lower lip.I saw her lick her lips with her wet pink tongue, and my body tightened.I wanted her.And in this moment, the layers of her wedding dress were all that separated us.The wedding dress which I had asked her to take off but she was continuing to defiantly wear it.I saw it as a visual and physical insult to both me and Laila.It was now as if Laila was already forgotten,as if she was already dead!My hands slowly moved down her arms, against the see-through lace of her sleeves.My lips turned down grimly.“I told you to take that dress off.” I said with a commanding toneI felt her shiver, even as she stuck out her chin and glared at me with her beautiful turquoise eyes.“No.”“Then I will take it off for you.” I threatenedHer eyes widened at that instant.“You wouldn’t dare to…” she was still saying when with a rough motion, I ripped apart the shoulders of her wedding dress, tearing through the layers of white lace and popping the line of tiny white buttons off the back.I wasn't done with my assault yet. I yanked the sleeves down her arms with such a force that made her staggered forward and made her nearly fall to her knees.I discarded the haute couture gown with its elaborate layers of white lace and tulle, to the floor of the airplane cabin.When I was done, I started to press the intercom button to call one of the attendants for a robe.I froze the moment I looked at her direction.Sylvia was standing before me with the wedding dress she had once worn crumpled like a tablecloth at her feet.All she wore was the white silk lingerie intended for her wedding night, a tiny white bra, lacy thong panties and white stockings attached with a garter belt.I could not look away from the vision of her half-naked body. Her creamy skin and perfect curves was intoxicating.I gasped at the perfect hourglass shape of her petite body, at her full breasts and hips, and her tiny waist.I had to control myself because I nearly gasped aloud.l at the glorious sight before me.Insult or not, I had been a fool to take the wedding gown off of her.The image of her beauty was dangerous to me.I should have known she had been wearing tarty white lingerie for her wedding night to the baron pretending to be a virgin.I was certain she was pretending, because Arnold would have obviously been bedding her for some time.No man would resist her charms, her soft blond beauty and her lush body except he was impotent.Even if he was impotent, he would have loved to give it a try.I was certain they had been lovers from the moment the man had plucked her from that restaurant in San Francisco.Arnold was guilty.But was Sylvia? Had she known about Laila?It doesn’t matter, I told myself harshly.Whether or not Sylvia had known about his marriage, she had been eager enough to marry the baron for the sake of his money, his title and his snakelike charm.That was enough to label her guilty just like her fake husband.Everyone had their price.I learned that long ago. Feelings were a commodity like everything else.I could not resist her beauty as my eyes traced unwillingly over her beautiful, near-naked body.Sylvia’s cheeks were red as she looked down, breathing rapidly. I knew she was shy standing before me in such a manner.Slowly, she started to cover herself with her slender arms.Suddenly, she stopped, gripping her hands into fists by her sides.As if on a practiced motion, she lifted her chin with her eyes glittering at me in fury.What a woman! I thought in amazement.Even now that I had her wrapped over my palm, in my power, a situation when any other woman must have prostrated with fear, she defied me.I was stunned beyond words. She was different from the other women I had encountered.“You owe Arnold a wedding dress now,” she said in a low voice. “As well as a diamond tiara. And a bride.” she addedWith dignity, she bent to pick up the dress, then used the tattered remnants to cover herself.Why did I want her like this?How could this mere girl, this waitress, have such an overwhelming effect on my body?Setting my jaw, I reached for her. She looked up to me with an intake of breath when my skin brushed against her.I knew she was thinking I wanted to toss the dress away from her again.But instead of ripping the dress from her hands, I helped her cover herself with it.I slowly moved my fingers up her naked arms, my hand brushing over her skin which was smooth and warm.She looked up at me in bewilderment.Her full, delectable pink lips were parted and were so ripe for a man’s plunder.Suddenly, I knew what I had to do.I knew just the way to learn the truth about her innocence or guilt.I would kiss her.If she were truly the heartless gold digger I had first believed, she would not only allow me to kiss her, she would also try to lure me into a full-scale seduction.To evade punishment, she would change allegiance, wanting to win me over to her side.If not… Well, I would put her to the test before drawing out my conclusion.The fact that I could think of nothing but kissing her had nothing to do with this.It was a scientific experiment carried out in the cabin of my jet and not the laboratory.Satiating my desire would just be a fortunate bonus for me.After I had replaced the torn dress over her shoulders, she gripped the gaping front bodice together with her hand as she glared at me with hostility.“Don’t think that you can bully me into being afraid of you, because I will never…” Her words ended in a gasp as I seized her in his arms.Being a deviant woman, she tried to struggle but I didn't let it last long.She wasn't expecting my next action but I did it anyway.I lowered my mouth to hers and brutally kissed her like my life depended on it.His lips were hard and hot against hers, overwhelming Sylvia’s senses in a ruthless assault. She stiffened pressing her hands instinctively against his chest. He thought it was a go ahead for him since he didn't resist so he leaned her back then deepened the kiss, forcibly pressing her lips apart. As he plundered her mouth with his tongue, she felt a shock of sudden pleasure so sharp and raw that she gasped. She haven't encountered this before so it was a whole new experience for her. As his lips moved against hers, forcing her to respond, she was swept beneath the waves of sensation. He held her tightly and she felt the world swirl and twist around them making her get lost in a spinning current of desire she had never experienced before. She tasted the sweetness of his breath, the taste of Scotch on his tongue. She felt the roughness of his jaw against her skin, the heat of him against her body. Overpowered by her captor’s strength and the intensity of his commanding embrace,
Curled up in the chair, she imagined progressively more painful punishments for her kidnapper. It was in this state that the invisible hand of sleep drew her into the enjoyable dreams. She was practically enjoying her dreams when she felt a hand shaking her roughly. At first she thought it was a dream but when the shake became consistent, her eyes flew open. Disoriented, she sat up as she rubbed her sleepy eyes. She hasn't had enough sleep and she wouldn't mind returning to the comfort of the comfy bed. When she became conscious, she saw Xavier standing beside the bed. She looked at him before taking her eyes from his direction. Looking through the little window, she saw the plane had landed. Outside, the night was still dark but she was able to see a small, desolate airstrip by the sea. There were no flashing lights, no policemen too. None of the things she imagined would happen happened. She was still alone with Xavier and no help was coming. She even doubted if a miracle
For the remaining part of the journey to his home, no one said a word. Each was lost in their world as they stared out of the window. Sylvia ran her life right from childhood down to the present day right in her head. Things were not really good but now when she thought everything was going to fall into place, the devil sent his most trusted agent to haunt her. From the corner of her eyes, she could see Xavier rubbing his rough chin while looking out of the window. She scoffed as she slid through the seat to make herself more comfortable. Slowly her eyelids began to close because of exhaustion. Also, the cold breeze which was cascading her skin didn't help matter. But as she was about to fully delve into the world of dream, the roaring engine ceased. With a grunt of disappointment, she sat up then began to rub her sleepy eyes. The driver stepped out then went around to open the door for Xavier. He climbed out then held out his hand towards Sylvia to help her out. Instead of t
AFTER he ended the call, the library was silent. Sylvia heard only low, soft snuffles that she realized were her own sobs.Her captor stood over her, and she felt his silent, considering gaze upon her. She tried to stifle her weeping but could not.All she could think about was that Xavier had been right. Arnold had betrayed her. Tricked her. He’d used her own idealistic nature, her belief in loyalty and love, against her.He’d never loved Sylvia at all. He’d only wanted her body. He was already married, and he’d been waiting…waiting for…“He’s waiting for his wife to die,” she whispered aloud.She felt Xavier touch her arm. “I know.”She looked up. His dark eyes were surprisingly gentle.“Come,” he said in a low voice. “You’ve had a rough day. I’ll take you to bed.”She was unable to resist as he took her hand in his larger one, lifting her to her feet. She trembled at his touch, barely feeling strong enough to hold the bodice of her wedding gown closed with her other hand. She pr
Sylvia woke up the next morning to find sunshine flooding her with white, almost blinding clarity.Fortunately, it refreshed her, washing away the dark nightmares that had troubled her all night.Yawning, she blinked sleepily.It was a dream, she thought.Thank heaven it was all a dream.She was back in her solitary bedroom at Trollshelm Castle, not Greece like it happened in her dream.Today was her wedding day, the day she had always dreamt of. The day she would pledge herself as Arnold’s wife for the rest of her life…Sylvia blinked suddenly as she sat up abruptly.Her blankets fell to her waist as she stared around her. Everything around her was strange.This was not her bedroom which eventually means she was not in Arnold’s mansion.She glanced down at the white silk bra and panties that she had slept in.A blush heated her cheeks as she remembered Xavier moving over her on the bed last night.She remembered how his body was so close to hers as he slowly undid her garters and pull
She decided to stop eating when he wouldn't stop peering at her.Placing the glass of orange juice on the tray and with a little smile playing at the corner of her lips, she began to twirl her hair around her fingers as she looked straight ahead, staring at nothing in particular.“Go on,” he said. “Don’t stop now. I want you to be nice and healthy when I trade you.” he coaxedHer smile faded at that instant.Trade?Yes, trade, she was certain he heard him clearly.Of course he wanted her healthy, so he could trade her like a horse.Fat and sassy, like a farm cow.Maybe he would even find a way to sell her by the pond.Biting her lip, she looked down at her tray.The food which had been appetizing moments ago now looked sour to her. She scrunched her nose in disgust as she analyzed the content of the tray.“How can you be so sure he will still trade me? Why are you so sure he would trade me for a woman who gives him millions of dollars?” she said in a small voice.“Arnold is married. He
Opening the screen door, she looked out at the view as she ate the rest of her breakfast.She devoured the fresh fruit, potatoes and buttery pastries with equal relish.After finishing a part of her breakfast, she felt light. This was the perfect meal after being starved for a while.Freedom coursed in waves against her skin, as the cool and refreshing soft sea breeze blew through the window.Setting down her coffee cup beside her empty plate, she wandered outside on the balcony and looked out at the blue Aegean.The air was warm and smelled of salt, flowers and freshly exotic scents from faraway lands.From her position she could get a full view of the ocean.She had never stayed on an island before and had never gotten to see an ocean at a close range but Xavier had made it possible.The water was blue, without any doubt, it had gotten its color from the blue of the sky.The water was as clear and clean as glistening glass, it was a beautiful sight to behold at that moment. The gent
From the instant Sylvia had come out on the balcony, Xavier had felt her presence like the first burst of sunlight at dawn.He had been there long before she showed up but she was too busy relishing nature to see him.She was one woman that drew attention wherever she went even without trying.He had pretended not to see her at first as he continued to pace about as he spoke into his cell phone.To get her attention, he began to speak loudly and it worked like magic.Pacing about and speaking was his habit whenever he was making deals over the phone that were worth hundreds of millions of dollars.But as he discussed business with his vice president of the Regulus Group in New York, Xavier had secretly watched Sylvia with hooded eyes.Her expression was in a shadow, but he could see her body.Her long, wavy blond hair hung damp down her shoulders, over a thin top that clung to her full breasts and tiny waist.A knee-length skirt revealed her impossibly long legs which were slender and