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She’d methim at the front door, wearing only one of his white shirts. He’d grinned as he’d carried the pizza inside, stopping to kiss her. “I’m the luckiest manalive.”

“You bet youare.”

The pizza had gotten cold, while they were kissing, they’d tumbled to the floor, Ama stripping his jacket and tie off and Enda’s hands pushing his short from her beautiful bod. He’d pinned her down on the cold, hard tile of the lobby and taken her there, Ama screaming his name as his cock plowed into her, her hips burned as he pressed them furtherapart.

Afterward, they’d eaten pizza in bed and then soaked in the bath. It hadn’t been long until Ama, who had been laying back against Enda’s chest, turned and straddled him in the water, stroking his cock and then impaling herself on it. She’d gazed at her lover, his dark curls wet and sticking to his face, his smile and his green eyes so full of love for her. God, he wasglorious.

“I want to marry you, Enda Gallo. Someday. When I’m free from Jackson and when all of this is over. No big ceremony. Just you and me on a remote island, away from everybody else. It doesn’t even have to be legal—just enough that you know how much I love you and how much I will love you for as long as Ilive…”

His arms had tightened around her, and his kiss had been fierce and full of passion. “I can’t wait, Amalia, myPrincipessa.As far as I’m concerned, I’m already yourhusband.”

If only that were true,Ama thought miserably as she dressed for a ‘romantic’ dinner with the monster who was legally her husband. She pulled on the lingerie he had bought her absentmindedly, then changed the dressing on her wound. She hoped the antibiotics would kick in soon. At least a decent meal would do hergood.

She wasready when Jackson arrived, followed by one of his guards pushing in a trolley loaded with covered plates. The guard left immediately, and Jackson locked thedoor.

He looked her up and down. “You look beautiful,darling.”

Ama gave him a half-smile, trying to make it look genuine. “The dress is lovely. Thank you,Jackson.”

He beamed. “See how much nicer things are when we are civil? Please sit, Ama, and I willserve.”

She sat down obediently, and Jackson put a covered plate in front of her. He made a flourish as he pulled the cover off, but then laughed—almost a giggle, like a naughty school boy. A small handgun sat on the plate. “Oh, silly me, wrong plate.” He leaned in so his face was next to hers and Ama tried not to cringe away from him. “That’s what I’ll use on you if you do anything—anything—to displease me during this dinner, darling. You’ll get three and your sister will get the other three. Now, can you promise me we will have a good timetonight?”

“Yes.”

“Louder.”

She met his gaze. “Yes,Jackson.”You had better pray I don’t get my hands on that gun, Jackson, because if I do, you’ll wish you’d never been born.She gave him a wide smile and kissed himlightly.

Jackson drew back, smiling. “Good.” He tucked the gun into the back of his waistband and swapped the plates over. This time, when he lifted the cover, Ama nearly swooned at the smell of the food underneath. A perfectly cooked T-bone steak oozing with garlic butter, a baked potato, and some lightly-cooked vegetables. Despite her fear and anger, Ama’s mouth filled with saliva. Jackson seemed pleased at her reaction. He sat at the opposite end of the table while they ate, the handgun resting next to hishand.

The food was good and Ama suddenly realized she was starving. Jackson poured them some red wine and Ama sipped it. She wondered if she should, given the tablets the doctor had sent for her, but she would do anything to get throughthis.

She started to feel strange as they finished their entrees. Her head was swirling. Too much wine? As she picked at the fruit salad Jackson had given her for dessert, she started to feel out of it completely.Maybe I’m just exhausted,she thought, but her skin felt like it was onfire.

Jackson was watching her carefully. “Something wrong, darling?” His grin waswide.

Ama started to stand, knocking her wine glass to the floor. “Jackson …did you put something in mydrink?”

He laughed. “Just a little something to relax you, Ama. Don’t worry, it won’t harm you. Just make things go a little smoother betweenus.”

Her vision was blurry. “Jackson …I don’t feel sogood…”

She stumbled toward the bathroom, but Jackson caught her in his arms. “It’s okay, darling. Just relax intoit.”

She felt herself being carried to the bed, then her skin felt cool as Jackson peeled the dress from her. “Just pretend I’m my bastard brother, Ama …” His voice sounded far away and her limbs felt likeliquid.

When Jackson’s cock thrust into her, she was barely conscious, but still, the rocking motion and the smell of him made her want to throw up.Play your role. Don’t forget he holds all the cards here. Say hisname.

“Jackson,” she whispered and heard his satisfiedchuckle.

“Good, good …now, Ama, this is only the beginning of the evening. I have a surprise foryou.”

Ama was so out of it, by the time Jackson had cum, she barely felt him pull her up into his arms and carry her from the room, draped only in the bed sheet. He strode down the hallway with her, and before Ama could try and see where he was taking her, he was walking into a darkened room. “We’re going to have some different kind of fun tonight, mydarling.”

He set her down onto what felt like a wooden bench, then adjusted the lighting. Ama, blinking to try and wake herself up, felt a jolt of shock go through her. From the ceilings, hung chains with cuffs on the end. A large, wooden bed with stocks and St. Andrew’s Cross stood at the other end of the room. On one wall, whips, paddles, restraints, and harnesses hung from hooks. On another, a huge flat screen T.V. On a credenza under the T.V., knives layout.

Oh god, someone helpme.