Demi
Today started well, got bad, and then went good again.
The call from Yas is what turned it bad. Jastin had been cheating on her. He told her, then ran on a holiday. He had the audacity to blame her for him having an STI. She was clean, but he ran and took a holiday for the week.
He got back today with his new girlfriend, so I paid him a visit and got revenge for Yas. He was curled into a ball crying when I left. He deserved it, not only for cheating for three years but for blaming her for him being dirty.
Sitting on the the bed, I try to pick which shoes to wear. I told Yas we would go out tonight, it's more of a way to cheer her up however. The dress is perfect, but I'm stuck on the shoes I should wear.
Deciding on simple black ones, I reach for them and feel someone's hand wrap around my mouth, followed by hands grabbing mine. Moving, I swing my head back and hear him groan.
I watch my headphones fall to the floor and smash.
"You fucking asshole!" I swing my elbow and hit another guy, then just keep lashing out. Everything goes dark as the bag is placed over my head.
My arms pull against the rope, but it does nothing. I feel them dragging me up, so I swing my legs forward and laugh when I hear a guy grunt. I've got another one.
I'm pushed into a car and try to calm my breathing. They broke my headphones!
“Who the fuck are you? Stupid assholes, untie me or what? Are you scared I will kick your ass?” My legs swing up, and a hand catches me by the ankles. Fingers stroke along it, and I fight against his hold.
I do all I can, swear, call them names and threaten them—promising that I will hunt them down. I'm dragged out and fight against the grasp and feel myself thrown down onto something. A bed?
My body is thrown over, until I'm laid on my stomach.
“You said next time I kidnap you, well, here I am. Kidnapping you.” The voice comes as he leans over me, my body stills. Shit. I forgot about him. “The question Demi, is, do you want me to continue and fuck you? Or would you rather I unfastened you and got my men to take you back to your apartment?”
I let the words float around in my head. He actually kidnapped me back just to fuck me and because I said he had to. I should have realised. How the hell did I not remember he promised to kidnap me? Do I want him to fuck me?
“I need a yes or no, Demi. Do I fuck you?”
I can't refuse. “Yes!” I shout and hear his slight chuckle.
“Good, I’ve been thinking of this all week,” his words end, and I feel the dress tear from my body. Oh god, I didn't have underwear on. I go to move, and he unfastens my arms from my waist, pulling them up, I feel them tie to the bed post.
Am I really doing this? This is a guy who runs the mafia. He grabs my hips and pulls me up slightly so I'm kneeling in front of him.
He's the Don. He kills people, and I am messed up for wanting to do this. I don't belong in this life, not even as a fun kidnapped scenario.
I moan, and all thoughts disappear as he grasps my hips and his tongue strokes along my sex, twirling around my nub before making its way back down again.
Moans build within in me, as he keeps going. "This isn't fucking me," I whimper. I was ready for sex, just sex, not this.
"Depends how you see it, Doll. To me, I'm fucking you with my tongue. I won't rush this, so be a good girl and enjoy it." My body falls forward as his fingers push into me, stroking along the walls of my sex.
My moans get louder, and I find myself rocking back against him. His other hand moves and pulls the hood off my head. The large wooden and metal bed is the first thing I see. Followed by the rope wrapped around my wrists keeping them tied to the bed.
His hand strokes up my body and wraps around my neck before pulling me closer to his mouth. I cry out, grasping onto the rope as the orgasm burns through me. His mouth slows and releases me.
He moves back, and I turn my head to see him. I look across his body, seeing him naked. Tattoos cover his arms, chest and legs, and I swear I want to lick every line of his abs.
My eyes fall to his cock, and I gasp. How the hell did I not notice? He's bigger than Dean, but I didn't realise, maybe I was just too high on adrenaline to notice?
I watch him move and kneel behind me, his hands stroking along my back before grasping my ass. My body pushes back towards him, and I feel his length slide inside of me.
His head falls back and he groans. "Fuck, I regret waiting now," he groans, and his hands tighten on me. My hips move and grind against him. He curses and looks down, watching as I move against him.
"No!" His hands grasp my tighter to stop me moving. "I'm meant to fucking you this time, next time you can fuck me." He slams his hips forward, and I muffle myself on his pillow as keeps going. He keeps going, until I'm drowning in the orgasm.
Stopping, he grabs my body and flips me over. Settling, between my legs, he thrusts into me again. His hand wraps around my throat, as his body leans over mine. With my body hidden beneath his, he thrusts, and I cry out. He doesn't go slow, or gently.
He fucks me like he's been waiting a lifetime, each orgasm is stronger than the last. I've lost all sense of time, but I don't care. I keep pushing myself closer to him until he's groaning, and grinding against me
Our bodies are stuck together. Sweat rolls down us and I honestly can't feel my body anymore. It's like all the sensation I should have has got up and ran away.
DemitriI roll off her and can't help but smile. I'm not sure why it took a month for me to kidnap her back, maybe because she would have been expecting it, and where's the fun in that?Turning, I look at her and see her asleep. Maybe I shouldn't have fucked her for so long. In my defence, for a month I've watched her and planned it.I remembered that day she kidnapped me, over and over. There was no way I was going to make this something quick. She's not about to wake, though, and I also didn't consider the fact I ripped her dress.Getting myself dressed I walk out of the room and downstairs. Stopping, I look at my brother."Since when did you begin kidnapping women?" He asks with a smirk."I made an exception for this one. How did it go?" I ask as I take a seat with him."Think we have enough answers as it is. He's still alive if you want to try to get more from him. It appears like he has no idea about the whole, setting fire to the warehouse.""Yeah, right." I don't believe he did
DemiI wake up and quickly tell myself off for falling asleep. I should have left straight away, not fell asleep in his bed. Sliding from the bed, I glance around and see my dress on the floor.Grasping it, I sigh, seeing it ripped. Opening the door, I peer out and go to shout him, but I can't even remember his name! This is awful. Walking back into the room, I open a door and see clothes.Grasping a shirt, I put it on. As I walk out, I fasten the buttons and make my way through the hall. I'm not even sure where the hell I'm going.It's too big, and this hall leads into two. Picking one, I walk down it and see the stairs. Finally! Walking down the stairs, I reach the bottom and glance around.This is the wrong way. This is a gym, but I need to be on this floor, so I decide to walk through the gym and out of another door. Five minutes later, I'm still unwilling to accept that I'm lost.Despite this being the second time I've walked through what looks like a library."Downstairs is sepa
DemiI stare at him, shocked that he so openly admitted that he stalked me. Like it is a normal thing to do. Still, I'm curious."How long did you spend watching me during the day?" I ask.He sits back and gets comfy."Mondays. You get up at six-thirty, shower until seven, and do your hair and such until seven-thirty. You make breakfast at this point; on Mondays, you typically have yoghurt and fruit. After eating, you leave and walk down to Sycamore Road, where you work at the estate agents' office. Twelve thirty, you leave, and go to the bakers, there on a Monday you get egg and bacon sandwich before walking back to work. You finish work at four thirty, go to the bakers and get a doughnut and a chocolate eclair. Which you eat on the way to the gym." My eyes widen at his words, and he continues."You spend ten minutes on the rowing machine in the gym, another ten minutes on the bike, and then you do approximately fifteen reps on the leg press, another fifteen on the leg extension mach
DemitriI wonder what she will want if she wins. I hope she does. I only said that about keeping her to spur her on and make her work harder to do this.Last night was strange. After I dealt with my little friend for his part in my warehouse, I went to bed. I slept in the same bed as her and everything.Part of me feels she is right, and we should just end this here. While it worked and went well, I mean, I was meant to be at a meeting ages ago, but I haven't moved as she is here. I don't want to either. She fascinates me.She gawped at me like she was shocked that I would kill her ex, yet...she quickly shrugged it off like she didn't care that I said I was going to kill him.Most would have freaked out and run, but not her. Why? She appears immune or at least uncaring by what I said I would do. I'm debating if that is down to the fact she thinks I am joking or not.I wasn't, I don't think anyway. Okay, she needs to leave."We will take you home, considering you don't have clothes," I
DemiI remembered something at the last minute and asked to change the rules. I quite like the idea of hunting each other. What Demitri doesn't know is that I won't be here. He wanted it to be a challenge and I made it one.I'm going home for a month—to my childhood home. My parents are on a cruise, and I promised to watch over the house and the dog for them. It's the advantage I need.I don't need to return for work either, as they have local offices, and I will be doing my work from there instead. I will still come back here, but only a few times a week.Mondays I will be, as that is the day I know where Demitri will be. I have a feeling he will go to either my work or the gym and follow me from there when it comes to taking me.Only I don't plan to go to either. He wanted a challenge, and he has one. I laugh at the thought as I walk to the window. I stop and look out and see him standing beside the car.His eyes are fixed on the window, and he waves. So apparently, he can see? I wa
DemitriI look at Dean, and he glares towards me. It's funny, really, but still confusing. I walk around him and tap the blade against his neck."Makes no sense. You were fucking others, and quickly moved in with another woman, so why are you so hurt by her throwing you out?" I ask and lean into his face."Like I'm telling you," he laughs slightly, and I join in."Oh, you will, either now or when you have no fingers left, you will tell me," I say before leaning in closer. "What is it about Demi that made you want to take revenge on me? Knowing that you would be dead?""Fuck you." He shouts, and I laugh. The dagger dug into his neck slightly."There has to be something." I know there is. He wanted revenge, but the whole thing makes no sense. "Was she paying for you to live? Is that it?" I ask as I sit down and face him.Now I'm actually really fucking curious, he's not a fool to do this, so he had a reason and it wasn't because Demi fucked me. So what is it?"How long were you and Demi
DemiI left a week ago. I've gone back twice, each time using a different car from my parents to hide the fact that I was following him.He's hard to follow. I wait outside the club and then follow him, but he never goes to the same places after.It makes this fucking hard. Unless I take him from the club, that would be easier, but he seems to always leave the club with one or two guys.That makes it harder. So, now I think I need to get them to follow him from here and wait for him to leave somewhere alone.He made it seem so easy to kidnap someone when you know nothing about them by taking me. In reality, this isn't easy. Kidnapping Dean was meant to be easy.I knew where he was, though, or thought I had. I continued to follow the car and watched it stop outside of a building.This is a new one. He's not been here before. I watch him walk in with some guys and wait.Half an hour later, he comes out, and my eyes widen when I see him dragging a guy out who clearly has been beaten.May
DemitriI get into her apartment and order someone to grab the items from under the bath. Standing, I look around her bedroom. Why does it look like she has left?Her drawers are open. Some are even fucking empty. I know what would confirm if she has left. Every night, she would write in it. I lift her mattress and notice the diary is gone."Bitch!" I shout, and Evan looks at me. "She played me. She fucking left!" I can't believe I fell for it. "Rob!" I shout and watch as he steps in."Yes Boss?""When she left, was anyone with her? Did she have anything with her?" I ask."A suitcase, boss," he explains, and I sigh.That makes it fucking harder."You wanted a challenge," Evan smirks."A challenge, yes. Not her just disappearing. Get Paul to search the footage we have access to and try to track her movements through the city tonight. Find out where she went," I state, and Evan nods, taking out his phone."Got it, Boss." Sam holds out the box; opening it, I stare. What would have happen