Page 24 of Capture
She was plaguing my mind as I drove to Gotland. I heard her name spoken on the breeze and saw her face on the screen of my phone as a call came in from the Russians to inform me that they had Gunner and wanted to make a deal for his freedom.
My head was on the game while the Russian spoke to me, yet as soon as the call ended, I hungered to return to her. The plan was working. They had Gunner and were unlikely to hurt him if they knew what was good for them. But we had the upper hand.
The first stage was complete, and all I had to do was return to the club to wait for Ronan to provide the coordinates of where they were hiding Gunner, which was likely also to be their headquarters. Hopefully.
I put my foot to the floor to get back to her because, for some fucking reason, that little liar had gotten my skin. Maybe it was because I hadn’t had sex in years, stuck in that fucking prison, or perhaps it was something else about her, something that was difficult to put into words. That same indescribable thing that captivated Gunner’s feckless ass and toppled Ronan’s commonsense.
It was mid-afternoon by the time I arrived back, and the Red Velvet rooms were open for business as well as the bar and dining room, but not the casino.
The usual reliable staff were there, which reminded me that I needed to give some of them a raise. I spotted Betty’s jet-black ponytail swinging as she vanished into her office, pretending she didn’t see me. That’s fine. I’ll deal with her later, once Danny digs up some incriminating evidence on her. It was wise not to act until I had plenty of dirt to use against her.
My crotch was leading me, and even if I closed my eyes, my half-hard cock would take me to her room. I was a man with a purpose, a freight train bulldozing through obstacles to get to her, and I knew she would respond to my touch like she did last time.
I arrived at the door into the private lounge and pushed it open, descending on her as she lay there alone, wet and eager for my cock. The look in her eyes when I kissed her soft, sweet lips, and the way her body latched onto me, hungry for more.
I ran up the stairs as my heart pounded and my cock pressed against my zip. The key to her room was burning in my pocket, and as I reached for it, I heard her shuffling inside, which only added to my horniness.
The door swung open, and I ignored the disappointment that washed across her face as if she were someone else. Gunner and Ronan were not going to be coming in here for a while, little miss. Get them out of your head. That initial reaction only fueled my passion to fuck her into next week.
“Take off your jeans,” I told her as I started unzipping my throbbing cock that was already dripping pre-cum because I was so fucking eager to get between her legs.
She was stunned. Lips parted, eyes staring with wide eyes, no need to wear glasses anymore because the mask was ripped from her pretty face, and all that was left was Annika laid bare.
“Now,” I asserted in a stern voice, and her trembling hands immediately moved to her pussy as she unbuttoned her jeans and pulled down the zipper.
By the quickness of her movements pushing her jeans down her thighs, she wanted this too, but my patience was running thin. I gripped her jeans by the crotch and dragged them off her as she squealed, her terrified eyes flicking to the door. Again, it was as if she was expecting someone else to be there, and that enraged me.
“They’re not coming,” I snarled at her.
She swallowed, then fixed her frightened gaze on my face again. “You know?”
That was an odd question to ask, and I wasn’t in the mood to answer it. I leaned forward, placing my hands on the bed on either side of her, and her lips parted as if she was expecting me to kiss her. Now I had her full attention.
My teeth clenched, causing a sting of pain in my jaw. Instead of kissing her, which was what she expected and wanted, I heldmy angry face two inches away from hers and fixed my gaze onto those eyes. Her fear was the gas that stoked my machine. “Your mind, body, and soul are mine until I’m done with you. Do you understand?”
A sweet little sigh escaped her lips, and she lifted her mouth for me to claim her. Still with that look of disappointment raw in my mind, I seized her face in my hands and glared at her.
“Do you understand?” I proposed again.
She nodded her dark head.
“You are mine until I’m done with you, so get the other two out of your head,” I demanded, but was a little perplexed by the confusion in her eyes.
She swallowed, then nodded again.
“Good girl,” I hissed as I ran the back of my fist along her soft cheek. It had been far too long since I felt anything so smooth and beautiful.
As I let go of her face, still locked in a gaze, something warm softly grabbed my hard bulge as fear vanished from her blue eyes, replaced with mischievousness.
“Your eyes weren’t blue before?” I suddenly realized, probably because I didn’t look at her that much. But now, I saw it—the light in those pretty eyes.
“I wore colored contacts,” she informed me.
“Ah, the terrible disguise,” I grunted as her hand climbed inside my briefs and clasped my hard as a fucking rock cock.
“Seemed to work with you,” she argued as her hand worked me faster.
“Only because I didn’t remember you back then when you…” I stopped talking because finishing that sentence seemed wrong.
