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There’s a fire burning inside me that I never felt before. All those fun fantasies of traveling the world and getting fucked by random men? I thought that was intense and a bitnaughty. But what I’m feeling now?

Kidnap me and make me suck your dick.

I can’t fight the feeling off because my anxiety and adrenaline are at an all-time high and mixed together. My pussy is soaked. My panties pull against me from the wetness. A small sense of sensibility hits me.

“I’ll suck your cock,” I say, my body trembling. “And then I can leave.”

Peri curls his lip. “Okay…”

Okay?

Okay!

I suddenly feel like I’m in control. I have my exit out of this disaster, and I get to act out on a fantasy. It’s a totalwin-winsituation. Which means there’s only one thing to do now.

I drop to my knees.

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I cradleher face in my hands. Her eyes are big and hopeful. There’s a broken soul hidden behind those eyes. I can’t help but wonder just what the truth is behind this woman on her knees, preparing herself to suck my cock.

Her father wants her alive and returned.

Luc and the rest of the Legion want her dead.

Of course Luc puts me in charge of killing this bitch. He’s still punishing me for some fuck up that happened a little while back. He’s trying to break me completely. Wanting me to go insane, so I end up putting a bullet into my head on my own. Or maybe he wants to turn me into some sadistic madman that will do anything for him.

… like killing an innocent child…

My right hand grabs Annika’s hair and I pull. She cries out as her neck snaps back. I grit my teeth and my nostrils flare.

“You don’t know what pain is, doll,” I say to her. “Move back until you hit the wall.”

I release my hold on her and watch as she remains on her knees, inching back toward the wall until her feet touch.

Who the fuck are you, Annika? Huh?

“Shirt. Off.”

I want to see just how well this new pet of mine will listen.

My orders are to find her.Done.

My other orders are to kill her.Not done. Yet.

I can find balance in between that. Which I’ve done so far. I’ve kidnapped her. Hurt her.

Now she gets to endure another kind of punishment and pain. One laced with pure consent and deep desire. That broken soul of hers hiding behind her eyes is more than just that. I’m not fucking stupid. I know when someone likes it rough. I know when someone likes to be tossed around—taken to the edge and then some.

And that’s Annika. And she’s never had it before.

I picture her naked, on her hands and knees, her soaked, plump cunt shivering with desire. Looking back at some random guy as he rolls a condom onto his feeble cock. She’s asked him to smack her ass. The guy does it but doesn’t even leave a handprint.

Annika’s shirt is off, on the floor next to her. Now it’s just her bra and her tits.

“Off,” I growl.

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