Free Novak by Suzanne Steele Page B

know in my heart of hearts that he will never release me. My inability to fully give my heart, soul, or even my physical being to any man makes him crave me. I am a polar opposite to his lifestyle and his temperament. Everything he is not, I am, and that makes me forbidden and taboo. A clean cut, professional business woman who works in a straight-laced society and lives her life in the open isn’t the kind of woman with which he would normally form a connection. After stealing the diary and the subsequent events were in motion, he was able to see the darkness that lies within me and bring it to the forefront for his enjoyment.
    He enjoys knowing I am no better than he is because, regardless of the front I have put on for the world, he has seen the real me. He knows I am a woman who craves what only he can give me—dark and dangerous sexual depravity. The darkness within his soul called to mine and now our lives are connected not only physically, but legally as well. I am now his property. Everything of mine now belongs to him… right down to my last name.

Novak
    I eye my wife who is lying spread out on the massive king sized bed. After all, the honeymoon suite should be used so we’ll have memories of the wedding night for years to come.
    “You belong to me now, Katrina. You’re mine to do with as I see fit.”
She warily watches me as I dip lobster into the butter and purposely let it drip on her breast. She jumps in anticipation of the heat and I chuckle, finding humor in the fact that she expects my sadism.
    Though she lies nude and bound for my pleasure, I am still dressed, though only in drawstring pants. She looks so beautiful with that wild blonde hair, those hazel, inquisitive eyes, and that full, pouty, lipped mouth that begs to be taken and defiled by me—her husband.
    I lap up the butter that landed on her chest, biting her breast just hard enough to let her know she is at my mercy.
    I lean down and growl in her ear, “I own your ass now. You belong to me and your place is in my home.”
    “No, no, no, I can’t move in with you.”
    “You are past the point of having that independence you cling to so tightly, Katrina. Your life is now mine. You will come to depend on me for everything, willingly or unwillingly.
    “At my mercy is where you are,” I taunt her, purposely reminding her of her predicament. “You did this when you stole from me. You have no one but yourself to blame. Let’s just put it like this; you made your bed and now you have to sleep in it, literally.”
    I grab her neck from behind, pulling her up towards me to place the wine glass at her lips.
    “Drink it! I want you relaxed and uninhibited.”
    I set the glass down and suck down on her tit, roughly.
    “Please don’t hurt me, please, please.”
    “I want to know what the fuck you told him. You haven’t seen my bad side yet.”
    “Nothing, nothing, nothing.”
    “Liar, tell me what the fuck happened,” I command her, clamping my teeth down harder on her already tender breast.
    “It was nothing. They met me on the street. He told me I was in danger, that he was worried about me, and then he gave me his card. I promise I didn’t say anything and I left as soon as I could.”
    “What about the first time, Katrina? What happened on your cozy, coffee date with Agent Turner and his pretty, little partner?” Her eyes widen in horror as she realizes that she has been caught. “Tell me now, little liar!” I shout, completely out of patience with her.
    “He showed me pictures of the man in the alley. That’s all.”
    “What did he say, Katrina?”
    “He said that I wasn’t in too deep yet, that I could still get out.”
    A sadistic chuckle escapes my lips and lets her know what I’m thinking before I express it.
    “Oh, you are in deep now and there is no backing out. You, little girl, are completely at my mercy.”
    The cold look in my eyes lets her know that, once again, I am dead serious about the message I’m