Capture Me

The sound rang in my ears. Instinctively, I closed my eyes.

When I opened them again, I saw Adam clutching his arm. He looked at me, and I saw the panic mixed with pain in his eyes.

He had been shot in the shoulder. Everything was quiet. There was not a soul in the street.

I looked to the side, and my heart stopped.

There he was. The man who destroyed lives. Xavier Lexington in all his glory.

And in his hand was a gun. The same gun that Adam had been shot with.

My hands were shaking. I stepped back from Adam and turned to Xavier.

“Are you insane? You shot him! You can’t just go around shooting people!” I yelled, feeling the energy drain from my body.

“Sweetheart, I don’t like people touching what belongs to me,” he stated, placing the gun back in its holster.

“What belongs to you? News flash—I don’t belong to you, you psychopath!”

He looked murderous as I spat out the last word. He probably hated the word ‘psychopath.’

“Yes, I mean it. You need to stay the hell away from me and everyone I know! And apologize to Adam. Now!” I added.

He looked at Adam and laughed before moving toward us.

“Dear Katherine, I will not apologize to your Adam. Not now or ever. You will belong to me, and you will not have a say in it. So be a good girl, step away from him, and get in the car.”

He motioned behind him where a shiny black Audi was parked. Two men dressed in suits were standing beside it—probably his men or his bodyguards.

“Go with you? No. Never. I would rather die,” I said.

He glanced at Adam again, who was standing there like a statue, motionless. He looked pale and scared.

Oh no, how would I explain to the girls that my new bodyguard of a few minutes had already been injured? Jesus!

“Never? Well, I can’t have my girl running around London without protection,” said Xavier, laughing. He motioned to the two men by the car to come closer.

The men grabbed Adam, who started struggling in their grasp. I took a step closer, hoping to help Adam, but Xavier moved in front of me and gripped me by my face, pulling me to him.

“I will need to teach you manners. You need to be a good girl for me, okay?” he asked.

I realized that I would need to play the part if I were to have any hope of getting away from him.

“Okay,” I responded.

When he turned to look at the men who were still holding Adam, I lifted my foot and kicked him between the legs. He cursed at me and let me go.

But before I could make a run for it, someone grabbed me from behind and pressed a white handkerchief over my nose and mouth. A nauseating smell attacked my nose, probably chloroform.

I tried not to breathe, but I couldn’t hold my breath for long. After a few minutes, black dots started to appear in my vision. Before I passed out, I saw the men beating up Adam.

I tried reach for him, but I couldn’t lift my hand.

I could still hear faint sounds.

“I will take her to the mansion. You two take care of him. Beat him up and leave him at the hospital. That should teach him a lesson to never cross a Lexington. My love would hate me if I killed an innocent person.”

***

I woke up in a luxurious room. Black silk sheets were pulled over my body. The room itself had a dark theme. And I loved it. The designer had done a great job.

There was a TV on the wall opposite the bed, while a fireplace to the side made the modern room a bit homey.

As I got out of the bed, I saw that I was wearing not the clothes from yesterday but a man’s shirt. I felt as if I had been run over by a train. I crossed the room to the windows and opened the curtains to see where I was.

What I saw rendered me speechless. I was in a sprawling property. It was stunning, but what concerned me was the huge, very high fence that surrounded the entire property.

Hearing the door to the room open, I spun around to see who it was.

Xavier came in, carrying a tray filled with food. He set it on the table and started walking toward me. I could see the lust in his eyes as he trailed his gaze over me.

“I must say, you are a sight for sore eyes,” he whispered in my ear, leaning toward me. “And you look stunning in my clothes. Maybe I should just let you wear my clothes.” He smirked, trying to grab hold of me.

I dodged him and walked over to the table, grabbing a knife without him noticing. Turning around, I waited for him to approach me so I could strike.

He started making his way toward me. “I brought breakfast. Sit down and eat. We will talk after that.”

He passed by my side, and just as he was about to sit down, I swung my arm back, the knife held at the ready. But before the knife could even touch him, he grabbed my arm and spun me around.

He pressed my back to his front, twisting my arm behind me. I wriggled to get out of his painful grasp, but he only tightened his hold.

“You thought you could stab me. Darling, I saw you take the knife from the table. I remained quiet because I wanted to see whether you would do anything with it.

“You will be punished for that later. Now sit down and eat or I will force the food down your throat,” he threatened, letting go of my arms.

He took the knife from my hand and pushed me into one of the chairs.

A spread of fruits, vegetables, eggs, and bread was laid on the table in addition to orange juice and coffee. He piled the food first on my plate and then on his own.

My stomach growled. I hadn’t eaten since yesterday, and I was starving. Xavier looked at me and lifted an eyebrow, as if asking me whether I’d be eating or not.

I picked up the fork and dug in.

After I finished, I decided to start questioning him. “What about my job?” I asked. “People will notice if I don’t show up.”

“Nobody is looking for you,” he replied. “I sent a message to your assistant that you got food poisoning and that you’ll be staying home the entire week.”

“You can’t do that. You can’t just take over my life!” I yelled, jumping to my feet.

His next words made me sit right back down. “Sit down if you ever want to see your friends or your father again!

“Now, you will stay here from now on. Everything from your apartment will be moved here. You will do as I say, and you will not speak to any other man but me. Do you understand?”

“Do I understand? No, I don’t,” I replied. “You can’t say what I can or cannot do. This is my life, and you will stay out of it. I don’t even know why you are so infatuated with me.”

He smiled, getting up. “I find you interesting. I see a challenge in you, and I like it. And yes, you will listen to me. Maybe not in the beginning, but I will break you, and you will eventually learn.”

“Hmm, why don’t you find yourself a nice whore? She could do whatever you want,” I suggested, but from the look on his face, I realized immediately that it had been the wrong thing to say.

He grabbed me by my arm and pulled me up.

“Now why would I do that when I have you? And I think it’s time I taught you a lesson.” He smiled, dragging me toward the bed.

He threw me on the mattress. I tried to scramble down from the bed, but he grabbed me by my ankle and pulled me back. I let out a yelp, trying to hit him.

He took hold of my left wrist and tied it to the bedpost, repeating the same with my right wrist. He then secured my legs to the posts at the other end before getting off the bed and looking down at me.

“Now your real nightmare begins. You will beg me to stop, but I won’t,” he said, getting on top of me.

I started to panic. Would he rape me? Was he capable of it?

“Please, someone help me! Get off me, you pig. Help me!” I screamed.

He laughed. “Nobody is going to help you. These walls are soundproof, and I have given everybody a day off. It’s just you and me.”

With that, he ripped his shirt off my body. I was just lying there naked, tied to the bed with nothing to cover me, quite probably about to get raped.

He leaned down and started kissing me. His kiss was possessive and dominating. When I didn’t kiss him back, he seemed to get annoyed and started moving his lips down my neck.

He was leaving sloppy kisses all over my neck, biting and leaving love bites.

His lips traced a path to my breasts, and he started sucking on my right nipple, first softly but then turning rough. It became painful, and I could feel tears forming in my eyes.

“Please stop, it hurts. I don’t want this!” I cried.

He looked up and smirked. “This is your punishment, love. Today, only I get pleasure from this, and your punishment is to provide it for me. If you are a good girl, I will reward you.”

He turned to my left nipple and repeated the torture. When he finished with my nipples, he started moving lower. I was already dripping wet.

He saw that, and a wicked smile curled his lips.