Page 15 of Capture (Primal #3)

H e tasted like mint and coffee, soft lips, warm hands, the man who spied on me while I swam naked. The man who fucked me in the water. My Simmering Summer felt so good as my body melted under his touch.

“I feel guilty doing this while Gunner…” I breathed into his mouth, pausing my tongue.

“Do you want me to stop?” he kindly offered like the gentleman he was.

“No,” I replied honestly because my clit was throbbing and I was so wet between my legs. Thighs like rubber, toes curling, insatiable hunger.

“We’re not supposed to touch you,” he whispered into the curve of my neck, tickling my skin.

“Says the boss?” I asked in a flirtatious tone.

I could still feel Mikael inside of me. The way he brutally seduced me, callously fucked me, almost made a hole in the mattress from his tormented thrusts. Three dangerous men have fucked me and I loved it all.

Mikael stimulated my horniness, and I wanted Ronan to make me go over the line again. I was becoming useless and weak, addicted to these men, who treat me cruelly. Shameful, but I couldn’t stop.

Ronan seized my mouth again as I ran my fingers through his tidy, brown hair, giving him the message that I wanted it. I wanted it badly. I wanted them badly.

“Yeah,” he breathed as his hands climbed under my sweater, rubbing my bare back, along the spine, down to my butt crack, slipping a finger along my crack.

“I wouldn’t worry about him,” I assured my Simmering Summer. “He succumbed to his temptations.”

He grunted, unsurprised as a little smile appeared on his face. “Figures.”

“You seem proud of that?” I questioned, flabbergasted that he wasn’t concerned that I was fucking all three of them. You’d think dangerous men such as the Kaisers would be more possessive. Or maybe they would be if it were a man outside of their circle.

He shrugged. “He’s a good man and ah…it’s kinda weird, but also cool, that it was you.”

I chuckled, “A good man that keeps me locked in here.”

He snorted, seeing my point. “Well, he’s a good man to people who don’t betray us.”

“Do you…” I began eager to ask a question that’s been on my mind for years. “Do you think he’ll ever forgive me? Will all of you forgive me?”

He peppered kisses all over my neck before coming up for air as if he was killing time to think it over. “Gunner has forgiven you already,” he stated, “although he’s still suspicious of your true motivations.”

“And Mikael?” I pressed. “Do you think he has it in his heart to forgive me?”

His intelligent eyes fixed onto the wall behind me, then narrowed his eyes a little, thinking over. “I think so,” he replied slowly, sounding slightly unconvinced. “If you want him to forgive you, you might have to work for it. It won’t come for free.”

“I know I hurt him badly,” I sighed, taking the hint that if I let Mikael have his way with me more, then his heart might be open to forgiving me. “But I could be extra nice to him.”

“You do that,” he grinned, agreeing with my strategy.

“And what about you, Ronan?” I asked him, taking his gorgeous face in my hands, to look him squarely in the eyes. “Do you forgive me, yet?”

“I’m getting there,” he stated honestly.

“Maybe I could help you along too,” I offered flirtatiously, biting my bottom lip while beating my eyelashes.

There was no time like the present, so I climbed over his legs, straddling him and took his gorgeous face in my hands, kissing him, while I rocked over his hardening crotch. His hand quickly unbuttoned his black dress pants as I helped his cock spring free.

My desperate need to ride him hard to quench my thirst and hunger surprised me. Animalistically, together we stripped my jeans and fresh panties down my legs, tossing them on the floor. I’d just changed my panties after Mikael made me sodden, and I had a pile of dirty clothes in the corner.

I kneeled over his cock, teasing him by gently touching his head with the lips of my pussy, then pulling away again, shooting him a mischievous smile as I did it. His hand slapped my bare butt cheeks to force me to obey.

“I don’t have much time,” he growled as his hand grabbed my butt cheek to lure me down over his wet cock.

“Oh,” I bit my bottom lip again, teasing. I bet Mikael had no idea where he was and what he was doing. “Are you expected elsewhere?”

“Yes,” he chuckled, loving me doing this to him. I doubted that Mikael would like this treatment, but Ronan had a more moderate personality.

I succumbed to his charms and slid down over his cock and gasped as he filled me up.

My body is so subtle as he claimed my mouth and kissed me passionately and deeply, drawing out a sigh as I began to move over his cock.

His hands clenching my butt cheeks guided me over him, moving my hips in slow circles as his firm organ rubbed against my inner soft skin, stimulating my body.

My knees pressed into the mattress as his hands lifted me, before slamming back down again, forcing the tip of his cock to prod me deeply. God, it felt good. I was still a little raw from Mikael, but that quickly dissipated the more relaxed I became.

Again, he guided me upwards over his cock, before slamming back down, as he pushed himself upwards inside me, drawing out another gasp of erotic pleasure.

I leaned forward to balance myself, before a flurry of small, short thrusts to stimulate my clit more as he grunted, whispering, “Fuck, you’re killing me. That’s so fucking good, selkie. My little selkie.”

Slamming my body back down, so his cock prods the back of my canal, crying out as the impending orgasm traveled up and down my inner thighs. I was so close. So close.

Then Ronan’s dripping, hungry gaze changed. He spotted something over my shoulder and stopped moving. I twisted my neck behind us to find an imposing dark figure standing there watching. Arms folded across his broad chest, severity all over his face. He didn’t look pleased.

“Mikky?” Ronan panted a little embarrassed.

“We’ve got a meeting,” he reminded him sternly.

“Okay,” he stated as he encouraged me to climb off him. “I thought I had time.”

“No,” Mikky spat bluntly. “Finish.”

“Huh?” Ronan seemed confused, yet I knew exactly what Mikael wanted. That look on his face told me everything I needed to know.

“Keep going until you’re finished,” Mikael demanded, then relaxed back against the closed door, expecting us to follow through.

I had no problem fucking Ronan in front of Mikael, especially since my back was to him, but Ronan might feel a little embarrassed, after all, he was his boss. It might seem weird.

I placed my hands on Ronan’s shoulders and hammered my body several times over his cock, wanting to please both men in different ways.

Even though I couldn’t see him, I felt his stare rake over my butt cheeks, which was the only part of my body that was naked.

To fix that, I pulled my sweater off, unhooked my bra, and continued to ride Ronan into the sunset.

My breasts wiggled as I bounced up and down, and just before I was about to cum, I turned to look him in the eye. He stood motionless, narrowed eyes filled with both bitterness and lust. Ronan was right. It might take more of this for Mikael to forgive me, but I’ll do whatever it takes.

Something had changed in me. I wanted to live and wanted these three men to be the leading actors in my life, if they wanted it too. If only they could find it in themselves to forgive me. Forgiveness was a choice; therefore, they could choose it if they wanted it.

I came full circle back into the cocoon of the Kaisers, and this was where I wanted to be. But it was the man staring at me with heat in his eyes that had the key to their hearts. It was he whom I had to convince of my self-worth and genuine desire to stay with them.

The orgasm struck me hard, and I tipped my head back as my body was dripping in luscious desire, so turned on by this situation, but curious as to why he preferred to watch rather than join in. Maybe he will next time.

A loud, gut-wrenching moan escaped my lips as the orgasm rippled through my body, leaving no muscle untouched. I kept riding him until I was done and felt his warm cum empty into me.

When I turned back, searching for that handsome, sinister face, he was gone.

I didn’t hear him go, and a sense of disappointment invaded me because I wanted to see the satisfaction in his face.

I wanted to see the corners of his mouth turn upwards and the bulge at the front of his black pants grow at the sight of me being pleasured.

I wanted to ask him if he liked watching me naked, unabashed, begin fucked by Ronan, his righthand man.

“I better go,” Ronan stated hastily as if he was in trouble, and lifted me off him.

Dribbles of cum and sex juice traveled down my legs as I reached for my panties, discovering that they’re wet and I couldn’t bear to put them on.

“How long are you going to keep me here?” I hissed at Ronan as he quickly put his cock away and zipped up.

“We’ve had this conversation before, Annika,” he told me as he watched me dress.

“I’ve got dirty clothes that need washing,” I pointed to the pile in the corner. “And maybe you could bring a TV in here, so I can watch Netflix, because it’s getting damn boring. And I need some exercise to stretch my limbs.”

“Try yoga. You don’t need to go outside for that. And I’ll sort out your washing,” he informed me, bundling up the pile of dirty clothes from the floor.

“And a TV?” I pressed.

“I’ll do my best,” he grinned, then stepped to the bed, leaned down and kissed my lips, once, twice, three times as if he was reluctant to leave.

“I hope you don’t get in trouble,” I said as he left.

He scoffed. “Nah, it’ll be fine.”

He bustled out of my room in a hurry for the meeting, carrying my dirty underwear.

The door shut behind him, and silence fell.

I immediately wondered what had happened to Betty and the key, as it’s been a while since she discovered me.

Because maybe I’d changed my mind about leaving.

Perhaps I want to stay so I can maintain my relationship with Gunner and Mikael.

Besides, there was no safer place that I could be than where I was locked in the room of the Kaiser’s club.

It was a curiosity, though, because even if Betty were unable to find the spare key, she’d still return to tell me, if she cared.

Or call the police or fire department to have me rescued.

I wondered then if she returned while Mikael was fucking me, and she decided that maybe I was that keen to leave.

Or perhaps she was disgusted by what she heard and decided to let me suffer in silence.

Except, I wasn’t suffering at all. I mean…Yes, I wanted my freedom, but that came at a price. Escape and have the Kaisers on my back, hunting me down to make me pay twice over, or stay and face them head-on, where we can bravely work on our relationships.

I chose to stay.