SINISTER SEDUCTION: Revenge and Surrender

14: OF BROKEN ANGELS

ALEJANDRO

She looked like an angel sleeping there with her hair thrown back and her mouth slightly agape but it was not watching her that kept me awake; it was the energy thrumming through my body in waves and I wanted to tell myself that she hadn't just touched something within me that had died with my torture but it was impossible not to feel everything she had given me and everything I had not returned.

I smiled as she sighed, snuggling in closer to me and my arm involuntarily locking around her waist; she was beautiful and so innocent in many ways.

I frowned hoping the hurt in my chest was because I hadn't eaten in a while and was quite hungry and not because I was feeling sorry for what I was about to do to her. She needed no pity from me after all I had to endure from Andres and because of her sister; I wanted her to get the same equal measure of punishment and I wanted to break her so bad that she would never be able to smile ever again.

As if on cue, her lips curved into a smile and her face animated even as her eyes remained closed.

She must be having a wonderful dream, I thought

I hadn't dreamt one peaceful dream since I escaped from Andres' dungeons; it was always nightmares of him torturing me, tearing at my flesh, branding me and in every one I was always helpless to stop him. Over and over and on and on; it went, an endless circle of pain and torture until I wake to the present and the reality that I might have escaped his dungeons but I would never escape the pain and suffering.

I snatched my arm from around her waist, climbing out of the bed as quickly as I could. I wanted to get away before I developed the sudden urge to strangle her in my bed; it would give some reprieve to my pain but that would not last. I needed something permanent, something to gloat over and it had to be me driving the knife into Andres and his ever loving bitch wife, Catherina.

I limped out of the cabin and unto the deck where I fastened my fingers on the railings trying to calm my raging mind; I was an angry man and also very hungry; I wanted a lot of things and almost nothing at all.

"Are you okay? Is it done?" Sergio asked from behind me

I turned, taking a deep breath and clearing the storm evident in the creases of my face. I did not need his concern or pity and I wasn't about to prove that I was the weakling everyone believed my father to be.

"It is done, she is ours now and never leaving the yacht" I told him

I watched his face light up with the news; he patted me on the shoulder and then remained standing in the dark with me. I was sure he had plenty on his mind, maybe visions on how he was going to get his own pound of flesh from Andres. I gritted my teeth, my muscles bunching as my weak mind strayed to the woman still sleeping in my bed. I could feel her supple body and the way she had cried out, her back as she bent over to let me have my fill of her.

I wasn't one to ever allow any one touch me since after the dungeons but I did not feel disgusted by her touch like I would anyone else; I even craved it and wondered why it calmed me every time.

I shook my head dispelling the mudane thoughts now crowding my mind; this had to stop and it was only because she and I had just had sex; this I tried to reassure myself as I continued thinking about her, those innocent eyes staring up at me with the trust shining in them as I took her for the second time that night with her legs wrapped tightly around my waist.

"Fuck" I muttered.

Sergio stilled behind me, his face an unreadable mask as he turned wanting to know what my outburst had been about. I said nothing; I did not want to admit that in the throes of the moment, I might have forgotten to wear a fucking condom. I really hoped she was on the pills or something and this did not end up biting me in the ass in the long run.

"We should wake her up and explain her situation to her" Sergio muttered with glee

"There will be no need for that; let her sleep and I will brief her myself whenever she awakens. She isn't going anywhere and I have asked the anchor man to set sail for Spain"

Sergio nodded in agreement and then turned away, disappearing below deck while I remained, staring at the ocean and trying to clear my head.

I heard it then, the soft unmistakable patter of feet behind me. I waited, listening as it drew nearer to me and then I turned, swinging deftly and catching the knife Audrey held in my hand.

I winced as the knife pierced the skin of my palm and blood slowly trickled down but it was of no consequence to me as the look of abject horror and pure confusion in her eyes.

"Who are you?" she asked, her voice shaky and laced with fear

I maintained my gaze on her, holding unto the knife as she struggled with me trying to get it out of my grasp

"What are you doing, Audrey?" I asked, making sure to keep my tone light and also confused

"Do not bullshit me; I heard you talking to the man... you said something about me never leaving the yacht and about something being done..."

I watched her eyes widen almost immediately her voice trailed off, snapping towards mine with an intensity I would never forget. They held realization, confusion, hurt, betrayal and... hate.

"Alejandro" she breathed, allowing the knife clatter to the ground and taking a step back.

I grinned darkly, hoping that my stare portrayed what I wanted it to and not what I was thinking in my heart.