Page 17 of Capture
“Oh,” I jolted, taking fright. “I didn’t realize you had returned.”
He refused to speak because words would make this real, but instead he claimed my mouth again, kissing me with more voracity than before, and I sighed into his mouth. Then my body was forced onto the bed, and I wrapped my legs around his solid frame, while the space between my legs was wet and eager for penetration.
I pulled the sweater up over my head as the weight of his body enthralled me. Warm hands were everywhere, his mouth traveled from my mouth down to my neck, where I lurched in eagerness when the sensation of his coarse chin and soft tongue grazed along my skin.
His hands found my breasts and squeezed as I sighed, “I bet it’s been a while…” only to be promptly shushed into silence.
He didn’t want me to speak, and that’s okay. I could handle the silence, but it bothered me that he hated me so much. Was he imagining someone else beneath him because he was so repulsed by what I did to him? Maybe his mind was on one of the girls who worked in these rooms, or perhaps a staff member, or possibly a sweetheart he dated in high school? I was only a body to be used for pleasure and lust, while the mind was with someone else.
My bra was aggressively pulled down, revealing my breasts, and he lunged at them, placing his mouth over my nipple and sucking hard, drawing out a high-pitched sigh from me. While he sucked the life out of me, my hands were squeezing his delicious butt cheeks, hoping that he’d take them off and show me what he was made of.
He pulled away, leaving me breathless and holding out my arms for him to come back to me. As he turned his back and stepped away, I dropped my arms over my naked breasts, suddenly feeling ashamed and used.
“Surrender,” I whispered to him as he was about to leave me alone again.
His feet froze. “Huh?” he exclaimed, without turning back to look at me because he was so grossed out.
“Surrender,” I repeated. He remained still for two beats before opening the door, and I added, “To me.”
The door slammed behind him, and this time, I knew he wasn’t going to return for a while.
8
What have you done with her?” a familiar voice laced with venom spat at me, and for a second, I thought it was Annika. But, to my disappointment, it was the weird Russian with the geeky glasses. Of course, it was Annika because she was in the Red Velvet room, held hostage by us, so that was a momentary lapse of sanity. Unless she escaped. No. There was no way she could escape, as there were no windows, and if she did escape, she wouldn’t come to me. She’d run to the police, like Mikky said, or escape out of the state.
Honestly, if I were her, I’d buy a plane ticket and leave the country, because no matter where she was, we’d find her. But,like I stated, she couldn’t escape the room anyway without the help of someone else. To be honest, I liked the idea of her waiting in that room alone with moist lips at the mercy of us.
“I said, what have you done with her?” she repeated in that accusing tone, making it clear that she hated me. Not that I cared.
“I heard you the first time,” I growled at her as she trotted alongside me while I strode hastily to my next class.
I didn’t want to be here. I wanted to be at the club with Annika, to keep her company and to make sure that Mikky didn’t hurt her, but orders were given by the boss, giving me little choice.
“Well…” She stopped walking as we approached a road with a car driving by, and assumed I would stop for the vehicle, too. No. I walked ahead, and the car stopped so I could go past without complaint. Obviously, they picked up on my mood and the annoying little flea I was trying to rid myself of.
Tap, tap, tapping of her footsteps came running up behind me, puffing and panting, and I suppressed a smile. “Are you still here?” I snapped at her, without looking.
“You haven’t answered my question, and you almost got yourself killed back there,” she scolded me as if I were a misbehaving kid.
“I knew they’d stop,” I argued as I spotted Ronan, further up, munching on a protein bar, while staring at his phone. I didn’t need to see his face to know that he was in a grim mood because he wasn’t near Annika, leaving Mikael alone with her—dangerous times, for her at least.
“Well…they probably didn’t want to dent their car,” she stated, and I wonder if that was a geek joke, but she didn’t laugh at her remark, so maybe it wasn’t a joke. “Anyway, where is Riley? I haven’t seen her in days, and she’s not answering my messages.”
“Maybe she doesn’t want you as a friend anymore,” I hit back. “You're not exactly fun to be around.”
“We…what? We were neverfunfriends,” she told me abruptly.
“Figures,” I stifled a smirk because ‘fun friends’ was actually funny, but I didn’t think she saw the funny side to it. “Two geeks were hardly a party.”
“You didn’t seem to mind her, though, did you? And are you going to tell me where she is? Don’t lie to me either because I know you’ve been following her and watching her from afar for weeks, basically the moment she arrived in Gotland,” she rattled off, fuming.
“Oh, I see, you’ve been watching me watching An-,” I stopped myself before saying her correct name because this little flea here wouldn’t know who she was. “Riley.”
I faltered for a second and wondered if the geek knew who Riley really was, hence why she was so interested in her.
“Just tell me if she’s okay.” Her tone grew sullen, and I looked down at her to see if she was being genuine.
“Why do you care?” I asked as she continued to trot next to me to keep up with my strides.
