Chapter 29
Gannix
I waited until the drugs hit, and then I stripped naked and lifted her in my arms. I carried her downstairs and into the room she found. Her eyes are wide as I chain her to the wall. Her legs are spread wide for me to do as I please, and Emerson can do nothing to stop me.
“You said you were fucking me,” she slurs.
“I’m going to fuck you.”
“Then why am I chained up?”
“I’m going to make you beg for it, Em. I’m going to make you’re so fucking hot you’re going to catch fire for me.” She doesn’t say anything. She just stares at me with wide eyes. I walk to the dresser and pull out the vibrator before walking back over to her. I hold it up in front of her, and she grins at me. She’s so fucking beautiful. And she’s so fucking mine.
“What are you doing with that?” she asks, already knowing what’s going to happen.
“I’m going to bring you to the edge over and over with this,” I promise her as I hold it up in front of her and flip it on. Em licks her lips as I lower the vibrator and press it between her legs. Her body jolts, but the way I have her restrained, she isn’t going anywhere. I move the vibrator over her clit before sliding it inside her over and over again. Her body trembles, but I keep going. I need her on edge, want her on edge. I brought her to the edge upstairs and then made her wait, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do again and again.
“Gannix,” she whimpers as I continue to torture her. I pull the dripping vibrator from her pussy and press it to her clit, watching the way her body shakes and her lips part. Small cries rip from her throat, and when I see that look in her eyes, I pull it away. Emerson cries out in protest before looking at me, but all I can do is smile.
“When I let you come, you’re going to be doing it all over my cock, baby.”
“Please,” she begs.
“Not yet.” I push the vibrator back into her pussy, getting her all worked up again. I love seeing her like this. I love how turned on she gets. I lean down and take her nipple into my mouth, sucking hard before nipping at the tightened bud. I know her pussy is clenching around the vibrator, and I want it to be my cock, but not yet. I want her so fucking hot and bothered that all she can think about is my cock being buried inside her.
I switch sides and do the same with the other nipple, listening to her moan as I bite into it before licking it. I pull the vibrator back out and work it over her clit once more until she’s screaming my name. When I feel like I’ve tortured her enough, I toss the vibrator onto the bed and unchain her, pulling her into my arms and kissing her like a crazed man.
She doesn’t hesitate to kiss me back with enthusiasm as I carry her to the bed. I pull away from her and flip her onto her stomach.
“Hands and knees,” I order her. She quickly does as she’s told, and I pull her back to the edge of the bed. She’s at the perfect height for me to sink my cock into her.
I grab the vibrator and slip it inside her to get it nice and wet before pulling it free and slowly pressing it into her ass.
“Gannix,” she cries, sounding as if she wants to stop me, but she doesn’t. I work it into her until it won’t go any further. I step closer and line up my cock with her entrance before slamming into her. Emerson screams, and it goes straight to my core. I fucking love hearing her scream for me.
“You like this? You like when my cock is inside you?” I ask her through a growl. When she doesn’t answer me, I slam into her harder.
“Yes! I love when your cock is in me,” she yells this time. I smirk and keep fucking her like a madman until she’s trembling with the need to release. I slow down my thrusts and push her chest down onto the bed, grabbing both her wrists and pulling both her arms back toward me. Now I have leverage to really pound into her. And that’s exactly what I do.
I pull her arms back with each thrust, listening to her scream. I’m not easy on her. I don’t want to be. I keep going and going until her pussy begins to clamp down around me. Then, I slow down the pace once more.
“Gannix, please,” she begs.
“Say it again,” I demand as I slowly pick up the pace once more.
“Please. Please!” She hollers. I give her what she wants. I pull her arms back harder, this time, as I pound inside her. A few more thrusts are all it takes. Emerson explodes all over me, and I come inside her like a fucking freight train. I keep her arms pulled tight while my cock pulses inside her. When we’re both done, I slide out of her, pulling the vibrator out and shutting it off before tossing it on the bed. Emerson goes limp, causing me to chuckle.
“You want to sleep here?”
“Are you?”
“No. I need to get dressed,” I tell her.
“I want to sleep wherever you are,” she replies drowsily, making me smile.
I roll her over and offer my hand, noticing the tears on her lashes and cheeks. I pull her up and wipe them with my thumbs before kissing her. I lift her in my arms and carry her back upstairs and into my room.
“Why can’t you sleep like that?” she asks groggily.
“You know why.”
“But I’ve seen you,” she says through a yawn.
“I know you have, but this is going to take me time to adjust,” I remind her. She smiles at me, and it fucking takes my breath away.
“It’s okay, Gannix. It doesn’t bother me,” she whispers as her lashes slowly flutter.
“I know, but it does me.” I walk over to the bed and pull the blankets back, laying her down before covering her up. Then I walk back to my dresser and grab myself some clothes to put on before climbing into bed next to her.
I reach over and brush the hair out of her face as I look at her. She’s perfect. She’s fucking perfect, and she’s mine.
I don’t know how I’m going to keep her forever. I haven’t thought that far ahead yet. I have to work. I have to get back after being gone for so long. What am I going to do with her? Take her with me? I could lock her in my office with me every day, but I’m sure people would question that, not that I care. Fuck them. They don’t mean anything to me, not the way she does.
And Gary. What the hell am I going to do about him? He’s going to come back; I know he will. He isn’t going to let this go. I sigh as I turn my head and look at the ceiling. Maybe I fucked this up. Maye taking her wasn’t the right choice because now what? What the hell is going to happen to us?
I close my eyes and finally fall asleep. I’m not sure how long I sleep or what I even dream about. I yawn, and when I pry my eyes open, I can see the fucking sunlight coming in through the window. What the fuck? What time is it? How did I sleep that long? I never sleep until the sun comes up, so this is strange to me. I turn my head and see the bed empty beside me, and my heart leaps into my throat. Emerson isn’t here.
I throw the blanket back and climb out of bed, heading out of the room. I take the stairs quickly when I hear her cursing. I round the corner to the kitchen and see her trying to pry one of the windows open. I lean against the wall, crossing my arms over my chest as I watch her. She hasn’t realized I’m here yet.
“Why won’t you fucking open!” She growls at the window. If I didn’t think she was trying to run again, this would be amusing, but I can’t be sure that’s not what she’s doing.
“I had it sealed,” I announce. Emerson jumps and screams at the same time, her hand covering her chest as she looks over at me.
“What the hell, Gannix?”
“What are you doing?”
“Trying to open the window,” she says as if it was that obvious.
“Why? Trying to run again?” I question her.
“Through the window?” she asks, raising a brow.
“You knew the door wouldn’t open.”
“And you think the window in the kitchen would be my next choice?”
“What are you doing then, Emerson?” I’m growing angrier. Is she trying to run? I don’t mind the chase, and she already knows that.
“I burnt the toast, Gannix. It smells in here,” she explains, waving toward the counter. I walk closer and see the burnt toast sitting on the plate before looking back at her. She sighs and walks past me to the counter, grabbing the burnt toast and throwing it away.
“I had them sealed,” I tell her.
“All of them? What if there’s an emergency?” she asks, looking at me over her shoulder.
“There won’t be.”
“You can’t know that.”
“And you can’t run,” I inform her. She turns to face me, crossing her arms over her chest in one of my t-shirts and staring at me.
“Is that what you thought I was doing?”
“If you opened that window, what would you have done?” I ask her. She chews her lip for a long minute but doesn’t say anything, which gives me my answer.
I shove off the wall and turn heading back toward the living room as she follows behind me.
“What the hell would you do, Gannix? If you were in my position?” She yells behind me. I keep walking, not listening to her, until she grabs my wrist and stops me. Now, I slowly turn to face her, looking at her hand on my wrist before looking at her face.
“I would stop trying to run.”
“Why?”
“Because you don’t know what’s out there, Emerson. You don’t know where the fuck Gary is!” I yell this time. I see her flinch, but she knows what I’m saying.
“I’m not afraid of him.”
“You should be.”
“Why?”
“Because he kidnapped you and tried to kill you!”
“So did you. Should I be afraid of you, too?”
“Yes!” I jerk my arm away from her and turn to walk away, but she doesn’t let me get that far. She shoves at my back, causing me to stumble before she moves around to stand in front of me.
“You want me here, but you also want me to be afraid of you?”
“No, Emerson. I don’t want you to be afraid of me, but you should be!”
“Why?”
“Because I’m just like him,” I remind her. She shakes her head and presses her hand against my chest.
“You’re not like him.”
“I am like him. You said it yourself. I was going to kill you, Emerson.”
“But you didn’t.”
“But I was going to! You know what? You’re smart for trying to run from me because you never know what I’m going to do to you.”
“You’re not going to hurt me, Gannix. That I know.”
“You don’t know shit,” I hiss at her.
“If you wanted to, you would have by now.” With that, she drops her arm and moves around me, heading back to the kitchen. Is she right? Would I have hurt her already if that’s what I was going to do?