Enamoured (The Enslaved Duet #2)

by Giana Darling

To see her was to want her, to know her at all was to be enamoured by her.

I’d bought her as a weapon to use against my enemies, and she’d become the ultimate tool for my destruction.

She could exist across the world. Hell, she could be transported to another fucking planet, and she would still be owned wholly by me. Contractually, spiritually, physically, and fucking emotionally.

Alexander Davenport could go fuck himself.

The only thing I could focus on was the stern form of his beautiful face and the look in his eyes that clearly stated mine.

When I looked up into his eyes, he was watching me with that steady, possessive regard he’d mastered.

Cedar and pine, a wildfire dampened by cool, wet British air. I’d never smelled that fragrance on anyone but my Master.

“Topolina,” he breathed against my lips. “Are you ready to kneel once more for your Master?”

“A poppy on your skin,” he murmured as if lost in thought and desire. “I used to see the poppies behind Pearl Hall and think about the time I fucked you into the earth there.”

“And I once promised I would take that from you; your love, your body, and your devotion. I’m a man of my word, Cosima. I’ve come to take what you’ve always wanted to give me.”