Page 22 of Capture (Primal #3)

W here are you going?” I asked Ronan as he wandered down the hall to the elevator, bypassing his office, “To finish setting up the television in Annika’s room.”

Huh, that’s where his mind was at. “I’ll do it,” I offered, and a smirk slid across his face.

“Are you sure? You do hate her, remember,” he mocked, and I shot him a sharp look to hide my smile. “I’m distracting myself.”

“From what?” he pushed with a wry look on his face.

“Calling Sylvie,” I replied, and he snorted in laughter as he disappeared into his office.

“Have you decided what action you’re going to take with Gunner?” he called after me.

A heavy sigh left me, trying to shift the brick of stress on my shoulders. “Yep,” I answered.

I was prepared to let Betty go for now, but Gunner and the impending overreach from the Larsson cop and her collusion with the Ivanov family won’t stop until they’re destroyed.

So, my decision was based on the best outcome for us, and eliminating all our enemies to govern our fought-for and won territories was the objective.

The Velvet rooms were in full swing as the girls politely greeted me as I walked into their lair, hoping I might dabble in their game. But no, my attention and desires were elsewhere, to the girl at the end of the hall.

Why her?

There were thousands of other options, more attractive and classier than her, so why do I keep returning to the girl who screwed me over? The little liar.

Trepidation flooded my body as I loomed closer to her room, my cock pressed against the front of my pants, so I paused to calm my shit. It surprised and disappointed me that my body reacted this way to the thought of touching her.

Sylvie was right, maybe I needed therapy after my prison term because this behavior was out of character for me.

Why pursue her when my usual taste was an expensive whore with shiny, smooth legs that went on forever and an empty smile?

When I was done with a whore, I felt no guilt or responsibility toward her, but for some reason, my feelings toward Annika were different.

After taking a few seconds to compose myself, I unlocked her door and stepped inside to find it empty. I scanned the room as panic rose and noticed the empty TV box in the corner, while the TV was erected and plugged into the wall, ready for use.

The sound of flowing water pulled me to the bathroom door, relieved that she was in there bathing and hadn’t escaped.

It surprised me how my body reacted to the possibility of her escaping from us and disappearing again.

I was beginning to forgive her for what she did because she was only a kid, but if she did it again, I wouldn’t be so charitable.

There was only one slab of wood between me and that naked body, and my rising heat prompted me to try the handle. It was unlocked, so I pushed the door open to step into the steam-filled space, which was infused with the floral scent of her shampoo.

There was standing there in the shower, completely naked, skin glistening wet, eyes squinting from the water flowing into them, dark hair saturated and glued to her skin.

With my gaze raking over her body, I removed my shoes, then my socks, unbuckled my belt, and waited for her to notice that Lars Kaiser had arrived.

As I began to untuck my white shirt, that’s when she glanced up and screamed, “Oh my god, you scared me.” Her instinctive reaction was to cover her breasts and pussy with her hands. I silently step in, fully clothed, seize her wrists, and hold them above her head.

“You should’ve knocked,” he hissed angrily. “I’m entitled to some privacy.”

“You should’ve locked the bathroom door,” I argued calmly.

“The lock doesn’t work,” she snarled back at me, wrestling with my grip.

“I’ll get it fixed later,” I informed her, even though I might conveniently forget because I enjoyed walking in on her when she least expected it. She was, after all, my prisoner, not a guest at a hotel. “If I remember.”

I lowered my mouth to claim hers, and she defiantly turned her head away. “Your clothes are getting wet,” she states angrily.

“Wrong. They are already wet, and turn your face around. I want to look at you,” I insisted.

But she kept her head turned, wearing a tiny smirk as if she believed she was winning. No, girl, you don't win when I'm your competitor.

I pushed my hard crotch into her, so she was caged entirely by my body, and she gasped, still refusing to look at me. My hands were busy, holding her wrists above her head, so all I had left was my mouth, so I nibbled at her neck, making her shiver, writhe beneath my hold.

“Can you feel how hard I am?” I whispered into her ear, then seized her earlobe between my teeth and bit down, drawing another exhilarated gasp from her succulent mouth.

“No,” she snapped ruthlessly and pressed her abdomen into my crotch as she tried to get away from me, but she was a contradiction. Her face and body were melting in desire and enjoyment, but her words spat venomously. The body spoke the truth, while her mouth lied.

My hips rolled as I gyrated into her shimmering body while continuing to nibble the curve of her neck. Her right leg lifted and curled around the back of my thighs as I pressed harder into her as she wriggled and sighed beneath me.

“I hate you,” she whined as if in pain, which made me gleeful and hornier

“Good,” I spoke into her skin, dripping in warm water.

I quickly released my grip on her wrists, and before she had a chance to do anything, I flipped around, so her breasts were pressed against the shower wall and her perky was available and all mine.

“Oh, you’re a butt man,” she breathed as I unbuttoned and unzipped my fly, unleashed my hungry cock, standing up like a rod.

Seizing her wrists again, I held them above her head, and she wriggled her butt cheeks as if desperate for me to fill her up. Shower water dribbled down my face as my white shirt stuck to my skin, practically transparent.

My cock wanted to penetrate her tight hole, but I didn’t have lube, and even though I usually wouldn’t care, with her, something inside of me didn’t want to hurt her. Pushing boundaries was fun, until I inflicted pain where the light vanished from her eyes. I didn’t want that for her.

Even though I created seething hatred in my mind of the girl who betrayed the Kaiser family and would lie on my thin prison mattress, imagining hunting her down and destroying her.

One thing that kept me going night after night was the thought of one day, wrapping my hands around her throat and squeezing the lifeblood from her deceitful body.

But that was before I met her in the flesh and listened to the sweet tone of her voice, inhaled the scent of her hair, and grazed my hand across her cheek.

Back then, I viewed the little liar as subhuman, a thing that must be destroyed.

Now, I see life behind her eyes that I’d find impossible to extinguish.

Clamping my forearm over her wrists, I could free one hand so that I could run my fingers along her butt crack. Sighs and moans filled the air under the sound of falling water, as I whispered, “little liar, you fucking little liar,” into her ear.

“I’m sorry,” she cried.

“How sorry?” I asked, as I reached the front of her, found her clit, and massaged it.

“Very sorry, Mr. Kaiser.” Her tone was naughty, and I loved it as I could feel her body weakening under my touch.

“How sorry?” I tormented her. She couldn’t see my face, but it was impossible to wipe this smirk off my face. The little liar had no idea what she did to me.

“So sorry. What can I do to make it up to you?” she breathed heavily as her cheek was squashed against the shower wall, slightly stifling her voice.

“This,” I slipped my cock inside her wet pussy and began pounding hard, showing no mercy. “This…” pump, pump, pump, “this is how you make it up to me. Understand?”

“Yes,” she replied, pushing her butt against me.

“Will…you…obey…me?” I asked in between thrusts, then began pummeling her faster.

She hesitated as she was too busy gasping with each thrust. “No,” she finally replied.

My hand immediately found her butt cheek, and I squeezed, digging my fingers as my hips kept up the pace.

My finger then wormed into her tight hole, warming it up for another time, where I will claim it with my cock.

I moved my finger in and out before aggressively shaking it within the firm anal walls, then pulled it out as her sighs and gasps began to become higher-pitched and more frantic as she propelled toward climaxing.

“No?” I questioned, even though I could tell she was teasing me. No one said no to Mikael Kaiser. No one.

I pressed both hands against the shower wall, still caging the little liar in, not that she was in a hurry to leave, since we were attached and bound. Adjusted my position slightly as she poked her butt out a little to align with my cock.

Then I finished her off by whacking her hard, hammering as she tipped her head back and wailed, joining in with the surrounding sex noises in the other rooms.

I came inside her as her body clamped down on my cock and then kept moving as her climax died down. My body pressed against her, arms wrapped around her vulnerable, wet frame, then pulled away when I realized what I was doing.

“I didn’t think being affectionate was your thing,” she teased as I pulled out of her and stepped out of the shower.

“I wasn’t being affectionate,” I argued, turning away so she couldn’t see the smug look on my face. “I tripped and you cushioned my fall.”

She snorted in laughter. “Tripped? What did you trip over? Your big penis.”

I swallowed back laughter and picked up her towel, unfolding it. “Hurry up and get out.”

“I haven’t finished washing my hair,” she told me, but I didn’t believe her. I suspect she was trying to be defiant again.

“Fine,” I replied bluntly, dropping the towel on the floor and stepping to the door.

“Your clothes are soaking wet,” she yelled after me, stating the obvious as each step left a footprint on the carpet.

“I’m aware,” I mumbled to myself.

“You left your shoes behind,” she shouted, half laughing, as I caught myself in the mirror in the bedroom. Black hair, messy and soaking wet, white shirt so wet that I could see through it, and worst of all, a broad smile on my face.

It took me by surprise. I hadn’t seen myself look that happy for…well, since, actually, I couldn’t remember when I looked that happy before. I returned to the bathroom under swathes of her bubbly laughter that uplifted me as I left again, walking on air.

“Don’t trip over your cock again,” she yelled as I left her room, not giving a fuck that I looked like a saturated chump as I walked through the bar and restaurant, then the casino, up the stairs to my office.

Life was too damn good to care, until I landed in my chair in my office, and the reality of life’s burdens - Gunner, the Ivanovs, the Larsson cops came thundering back down again.

“Why are you wet?” Ronan asked, giving me a side-eye as if he could tell that I’d been up to mischief.

“Don’t ask,” I snapped, as I grabbed my car key to head back home to my apartment to change.