Page 23 of Capture (Primal #3)

I knew I hadn’t been in here long, but it felt long because I had nothing to do but think.

Naturally, the worst scenarios came to mind.

The GPS signal dropping out or the club getting hit by the Ivanov family and Annika, Ronan, and Mikael getting shot, or the cops screwing over us again and arresting everyone, leaving me to die here.

With Annika locked in her room, the cops or the Ivanov family might not find her, so she could be our only hope if she could get out.

Wait. I was making up stories from thin air, and I needed to stop it, but it was so cold in here that I had to do something to take my mind off my shivering body.

I forced myself to rise from the chair and feel my way in the dark because I didn’t want to waste the lightbulb.

So, I started pacing again to keep warm, jogging a few strides before turning around and jogging a few steps back again.

When warmth infiltrated my body, I sat back down until I was cold again, then repeated the exercise. Star jumps, squats, and push-ups were great at invigorating my body and raising my temperature. Then I’d sit back again.

Annika was on my mind at every moment, with every step and every inhale of dank air.

It’s always the Riley version of Annika that I see, wearing glasses, dark hair, furrowed brow, nerdy bookhugger.

It was Annika, disguised as Riley, that I fell for.

I mean…I had already had a crush on Annika before she vanished, but this new version, even though it was fake, I found attractive.

So, the girl in glasses was always alone, unless she was with that Ivanov geek. It was her I was obsessed with, and it’s her I wanted to get to.

I closed my eyes and folded my arms across my chest, listening out for sound.

Then I snapped them open again when I heard scratching and assumed, at first, that a rat had found its way in here.

But spotted a flash of light under the crack in the door, and I felt my way in the dark up the steps to peer underneath.

I could hear footsteps crunching in the grass outside the door, then the light flashed underneath again, and the door rattled as someone tried the handle.

It was probably security personnel checking the land with a flashlight, and they soon disappeared. So, I felt my way down the stairs and landed in the chair, and spent the next few moments staring at nothing in the darkness.

My eyes dropped closed, and my head fell back onto the back of the armchair.

My mind traveled to Annika, spooning in her bed, warm bodies pressed together, and a cozy, warm feeling came over me.

Half of me was aware that it wasn’t happening for real, but I sank into the illusion in my mind and bathed in her heavenly scent and touch and let the dream world consume me.

My hand gently stroked her bare forearm as she slept, unmoving as gentle sighs floated into the air, and I felt so close to her, yet she was so far away. My body sinks further into this paradise, becoming detached from the smells and sounds in my environment.

A wicked hand brushes along the front of my pants, cupping my bulge and rubbing. Her hand crept into my pants, and I pulled my sweats down so that she could go hard. The rubbing increased as the pressure began to build.

Engulfed by Annika’s naked tits, ass, and wet hole as her hand whacked me faster as the pressure built some more. I was so hungry for her warm, wet mouth over cock, sucking me until I creamed into her mouth, then I’d hold her until we fell asleep.

When I pounced on her as she was walking through the park in the dark, I cut a hole in her jeans and fucked her.

She loved it. Even though she was wary of my unpredictable behavior, she succumbed to my heat and let me do what I wanted.

She came. She always climaxed and shuddered over my erection, dripping her juice.

Her hand stroked some more, but I wanted to fuck her and reached out to pull her close to me. But she escaped my grasp. I let her go once, and I refused to let her go again. Even if she fled, I’d hunt her down and convince her to stay with me…with us.

We had everything she needed. Not just money and a home, but love…the love from family and the love from me and Ronan. We’d give her the world, so why would she leave us? We could give her everything.

Okay, so maybe she might be annoyed that we kidnapped her and held her hostage…but she’d forgive us.

Her hand kept stroking me as the pressure built at the base of my scrotum; it felt so fucking good. I grunted with each touch as her fingers played with the tip of cock and then squeezed my balls as I let out a groan.

I was in her room, not the room in the hall, but now in her bed in the room at the club. The room that we kept her captive in. Sinking into her mattress, legs wrapped around my waist, shagging, creaking bed, sighs, and moans. Plenty of light and warmth in a room with no windows.

She lifted her leg and straddled it onto my shoulder, as I altered my position to drive downward. Long, slow strokes. In and out. Out and in. The pressure in my scrotum builds some more, then a little more, until a cannon is fired and magnificent release into her soaking pussy.

I jolt awake, slightly disoriented.

“Annika?” I called in the dark.

Dripping water nearby, the smell of damp dirt, the air stale and dense. I wasn’t where I should be.

“Annika?”

I stood up and felt something warm and wet on my lap and realized my cock was in my hand. Confused and downhearted, I tucked it away and scrutinized the room I was in.

Then it dawned on me where I was, and the sex I just had wasn’t with Annika, but it was just me jacking off., and my cock alone in this depressing shelter.

I sat back down, hugged my body as the cold started to set in, and closed my eyes again, hoping to arrive back in bed with Annika, where it’s nice and warm.