Punishment:

Yolie:

Convincing the girl wasn't as difficult as I thought. She considered about it for a few seconds, made a face like a cat about to eat an overweight canary, and agreed.

Maybe she intends to drown me.

I went back to my room to prepare what I thought I might need. Patrick didn't just kidnap me,apparently, he also entered my house and grabbed a lot of my things. Too bad he didn't take more pieces of my clothes, just about ten of them.

Here in the room assigned to me there is a closet full of dresses, other designer brand clothes and even shoes that unfortunately must have belonged to a woman three sizes thinner and half a meter taller than me. Anyway, I go for an old denim shorts and an old t-shirt, putting on my only and practical pair of shoes and taking advantage of the fact that Cosima is busy dusting the furniture on the second floor I assault the refrigerator.

I put in a basket as many things to eat that have caught my attention and leave to meet Eleni.

We slipped out of the villa, through a side gate. We descended the cobbled staircase without much effort and were on the shore of the beautiful beach fast enough. I put the basket and my towel on the sand, took off my shoes, and waded until the water was up to my neck. I dove under the cool waves and swam a little, moving away from the shore.

Eleni sat on the sand, watching over my belongings. I ignored the girl and amused myself swimming for half an hour.

I’d been floating on my back for a while when I'm pulled by the arm and dragged to shore. I fight the beast that pulls me with tooth and nail until we reach the shore, I part my wet hair from my face and find myself face to face with Patrick himself.

—So ... you've decided to show up. - I blurt out defying him - I was having a spectacular time until you showed up. You damned busybody!

He dresses completely in black, in the same style as Alex. The color makes him look dangerous. His hair is black and shiny, straight. Arranged in a hairstyle so that two thick strands fall, one on each side of his face. His features are manlier and coarser than Alex's, his nose somewhat smaller, his lips much thinner and his eyes are so dark brown that they appear to be black, they are cold, empty. I grapple with my attacker and break free from his grip.

—Won’t you say anything, you sick psychopathic kidnapper?!

He puts his hands behind his back, assuming a posture I have only seen in military men or police officers. Looking behind me, like I haven't said a peep.

— I found her, My Lord. - He says lowering his head as a sign of respect.

—I see.

I hear another voice answer and I instantly turn pale.

Oh no, I'm screwed!

—Leave us, Patrick. If I need you again, I'll call you. - Alex orders.

Patrick nods and stomps off.

—Can you explain to me what the hell are you doing here and totally by yourself? - The voice behind me asks in a deceptively sweet tone. I opt for the best option and remain silent.

Alex walks slowly, surrounding me until he comes to stand in front of me, so I can't help but meet his blue gaze. Yes, his eyes are blue today. He is so beautiful and so close, I can feel the heat radiating from his body.

Damn it! Is there no way that I can be within a meter of him and manage to avoid being attracted to him?

—Are you not going to answer me? - He insists. - What were you doing here, and totally by yourself?

— I wasn't alone. I was with ...- I look up and down the beach. Eleni has suspiciously disappeared. - I was with your henchman. - I answer indignantly.

—You mean Patrick, hmm? I really doubt you've been with him for more than five minutes, so answer me. Why did you disobey me?

Oh, oh. Now he sounds really angry. What can I say? I don't want him to get pissed and murder me.

Alex:

She's wet. The salty sea water drips from her clothes, her unruly hair is stuck to her face, neck and back. Her t-shirt has turned transparent and I am able to see her huge hardened nipples through the fabric. Her shorts expose her thick thighs, she is barefoot and covered with sand everywhere.

When I noticed that I had not listened to her thoughts for a while, I was instantly alarmed. I went through the Villa from top to bottom and could not find her, I asked Kostas and Cosima if they had seen her to which they replied negatively. Even Eleni denied knowing her whereabouts. Then Cosima informed me that a large amount of food had disappeared from the fridge and I feared the worst. I thought that maybe she had taken all the missing food and tried to flee to the other side of the Island.

But, when I saw her floating, motionless, through Patrick's thoughts I thought I was going crazy. I believed my nemesis had finally succeeded and killed her.

I stare at her. For days an idea has haunted her mind. She wants to leave, she wants to return to her country, the only thing stopping her from demanding her freedom is her fear of me. The mental connection between us is getting stronger, the bond was reestablished the moment I had her close enough. Now she is uncharacteristically quiet though.

Oh, oh. Now he sounds really angry. What can I say? I don't want him to get pissed and murder me.

I raise my eyebrows in amazement. So, that is what she thinks of me. Well, maybe it's time to show her what I'm capable of.

Yolie:

He smiles briefly and his face takes on a sinister expression, making me tremble in my crooks.

—I'm not going to murder you.

Said the wolf to the sheep.

—I'm going to teach you a lesson you won't forget, little witch.

He lunges at me and I run in the opposite direction as fast as my legs can take me. He catches up with me and throws me down on the sand. Before I can even complain he kisses me, leaving me gasping for air.

—You can run all you want, I'll always catch you. - He growls against my lips kissing me again.

This man is dangerous. He's a psychopath, a womanizer, a ... a...

He puts his hand through the hem of my t-shirt, pulling it up. I am wearing a white bra made of a very fine fabric and he pulls it up too. He bites my lower lip and I moan. I don't know when he left me naked from the waist up.

My breasts are firm, my nipples hardened from the contact with the cool water and now because he has stopped kissing me and is looking at my breasts with that lustful expression I have seen on his face so many times.

He takes my mouth again and I kiss him back. He reaches a hand and tangles his fingers in my hair, with the middle and index fingers of the other one he caresses the space between my breasts. My hands go to hold onto his curls, I have been fantasizing about how it would feel to do so for two weeks, now I know. I deepen the kiss and brush my tongue with his. Breaking the contact of our lips he smiles.

—You've been avoiding me for two weeks. Why?

I breathe in raggedly.

—Because I knew this would happen. I knew that if you laid a hand on me again I would be lost.

He lets out a laugh and brushes my nose with the tip of his, playfully.

—I'm the one who's lost, little witch. Do not forget it. - Without further ado he brushes my right nipple with his lips and introduces it into his mouth.

Oh. By. God.

If I was turned on before, now I'm burning! My toes curl involuntarily. My body temperature has skyrocketed to a thousand degrees Fahrenheit. A dark desire takes over my insides and my thighs begin to get wet with my own secretions.

His mouth leaves that nipple and lands on the other, sucking it hard between his lips and caressing it with his tongue. Torturing the one which he had already kissed with the fingers of his hand, pinching it.

His other hand is caressing my thigh. His long fingers play at getting inside my shorts, brushing my sex over the blue panties I’m wearing.

—You're so wet I can smell you. - He murmurs against my chest.

My hands are shaking, tangled in his unruly curls.

He looks me in the eyes, conveying how much he wants me with his gaze, kissing me again. I bit my lips. Closing my eyes I spread my legs, flexing my knees giving him more access to my middle. As he kisses me, he unzips my shorts, pulling them down my thighs quickly. He has also taken my panties off, so I am completely naked, dirty with sand everywhere and totally on fire with passion for him.

He breaks our kiss and before I can even moan his mouth connects with my clit.

—Mhm!