Chapter 11: Vivian

The arrogant bastard sank a fucking ship!

My mind ran wild at the stunt he'd pulled.

I tossed and turned beneath the sheets in an attempt to get some sleep after days of being held captive by the psycho who'd kidnapped me.

Still trying to wrap my head around what he'd done, I couldn't even understand how he'd come up with such a crazy plan. I knew he was obsessed with me, but I hadn't thought he'd go this far.

One thing was certain: He was a madman, one that I had to be smart and extremely careful around. He'd proven time and time again just how incredibly powerful and dangerous he was, and that was enough to give me sleepless nights.

Since my arrival here, he'd shown me constantly that he owned me and that I was his. He didn't care how much I hated being labeled as an item to be possessed. Maybe he loved seeing me upset as much as I loved to sometimes tease him a little.

Sicko!

The first time we met officially at that party, he'd struck me as a man who always got what he wanted, and despite the knowledge that I'd had of him, I was still somehow drawn to him, to his dark side. I'd tried to keep my attraction hidden, but he could see right through me. Daniil had this aura that was both intimidating and irresistible.

Was this the reason for his twisted move to get me for himself, to isolate me from everyone I loved and cared about?

What a psycho.

Not that I had a lot of people who would genuinely feel my absence anyway, but still, that was inhumane.

My mother wouldn't give two fucks about my whereabouts. Hell, she would only find out if she watched the news.

Tyler would've been heartbroken when he saw the news about the capsizing of the cruise. He'd beat himself up for not insisting that I stay back. Although Tyler didn't directly tell me that he thought the cruise ship was a bad idea, his constant questions were clues and hints of his disapproval. Yet, I'd missed it.

Looks like you were right about the Titanic thing, buddy. I should've just stayed back.

My quest for fun and meeting with new people in the line of work that I was still considering whether to venture into had led me into this mess.

Daniil might have orchestrated this whole thing with his evil brilliance, but I was the one who had walked into his trap. If I hadn't accepted Asher's invitation, he wouldn't have seen me on the boat.

It wasn't your fault, Vivian. Daniil is a maniac, meaning that even if you had declined the invitation, he'd have still somehow found you…the same way he found you back at the store.

That inner voice was right. There was nothing that I could've done to prevent this from happening. Daniil was obsessed with me, and there was no limit to what he would do just to have me.

Now, he'd succeeded.

He had me exactly where he wanted me: in the palms of his hands. From the looks of things, he wasn't letting me go—ever.

I want your heart. I want your body.

His voice echoed in my head, causing me to shiver at the gravity of those words.

I couldn't be his prisoner for the rest of my life. No! There had to be something that I could do to escape this man and his madness. I couldn't beat him physically—that would be suicide—so I had to devise a means to beat him at his own game.

Right now, I was trapped in his clutches, and any reckless move could get me crushed.

I had to think fast and smart, be creative, and come up with a plan, lest this be my fate. I was a person, a young girl with big dreams and aspirations, and I wasn't going to let go of my passion and be a kidnapped princess for the rest of my life.

If I had any chance at escape, I'd have to be brave enough to take the bull by the horns, to plan intelligently so I could be at least two steps ahead. It wouldn't happen overnight—it would take some time—but eventually, I would escape.

However, for the first phase of my plan, I had to make him comfortable around me.

No, you make yourself comfortable around him .

That was a better idea. Daniil would have no issues getting comfortable with me; the one affected by this relationship was me. I was the one who loathed the man, so it would be more difficult for me to play that role. But I would do it; I would make myself comfortable around him and make him believe I'd accepted my fate and given up, that I was done fighting him.

What if he doesn't buy it? What if he senses foul play and doesn't believe me?

Then you're toast!

No. Then you convince him that you're his to own. It's easier to fool a desperate man because, most times, desperate people don't think logically. That's Daniil's weakness, Vivian. You're his weakness. He's so desperate to have you that it's clouding his sense of reasoning. He's not gullible. He's not stupid, but if you play your cards right, you just might get away with this.

Okay, so all I have to do is….

Get him to believe that you've completely surrendered to him. Men like Daniil are possessive and domineering, and they love submissive women. Well, submissive women with a little touch of defiance that makes them different from the regular girls.

What am I supposed to do?

How good is your acting?

I didn't realize that, deep down, I had so much insight on matters like this, nor did I know that my subconscious mind had studied Daniil like a textbook.

There's only one problem, though: You're drawn to this man, and you're attracted to him.

So?

So, what if, in the course of acting, you actually fall for him?

Well, then, you're toast!

That pesky little voice in my head—you know, the one that was always yapping but never helped—was driving me nuts.

Sometimes, I often wondered if other people were like me, hearing their own thoughts and conversing with the voices in their heads. To me, it was pretty much normal.

I had just teased Daniil, and I hoped he'd seen it. I knew he was watching my every move since he put a camera in my room, so that little show was to provoke him into action.

I hope you're ready. Any minute now, he's going to burst that door open and come for you.

The voice of reason whispered this to me, and immediately, my heart skipped a beat.

Then what?

I wasn't prepared for whatever would come next, should this work.

Then you—

My thoughts were interrupted by the creaking door, and right there, I could no longer feel my heart.

He's here.

Those voices had gone silent, leaving me completely alone.

Shit.

This was the plan—to lure him here—and now, here he was.

I could hear the sounds of his shoes clicking on the marble floor as he slowly approached me. Each step he took shook me to my bones, prompting me to cling on to my pillow with shut eyes and heavy breaths.

You got this, Vivian…. You got this.

I encouraged myself and let out all that fear and anxiety through a soft, inaudible exhale.

My voice of reason was right; since I couldn't find his weakness, I would become his weakness and eventually manipulate him to escape this prison. He wanted me; that was why he came to me.

Deep down, I knew that I wanted him, as well, and this was an opportunity to feel his touch, even though I despised him.

He sat on a chair by the side of the bed, tapping his feet against the floor, knowing that I was awake. Of course, he'd know that. I'd just teased him barely two minutes ago. There was no way in hell I'd have fallen asleep in such a short time.

"Get up," he demanded, his voice thick with dominance.

There was no point in defying him. He knew what he knew, and if my plan was going to work, then I needed to start being more obedient—or rather, start acting like that.

I heaved a sigh and reached for the lamp on the bedside table. Then, I turned it back on, the soft glow of the light illuminating his face.

He looked at me, and lust was evident in his eyes while I stared at him like a repentant child.

I made sure that I wore my most pitiful look and tried to be submissive.

"You love to play games, don't you?" he said.

I stared back in silence.

"Take off the sheets," he said to me. "I want to see you."

Without resistance, I obeyed, slowly doing as instructed. The moment my body was in view, I saw his eyes light with a sexual fire, but he maintained his usual calm demeanor.

I observed that he wasn't in his coat, just his suit pants and the white undershirt. I had to admit, he looked hot and ravishing. He looked like a man who could handle a woman the way that she wanted to be handled.

And just like that, I started to feel that tension, the sexual tension. My body wanted him, and my heart was racing.

He cast his gaze on me with a smirk lining the corners of his lips. "Have you given up already?"

I swallowed with a subtle nod, that innocent expression etched on my face.

"It's not my choice," I replied. "You win. There's nowhere else for me to go. So, I've accepted my fate with you." It took everything in me to say those words. "I'm yours, and I'll do whatever you say."

He smoothed his hair back and said with a low but commanding tone, "Very well. Strip."

I got up and did as he wanted, moving slowly without taking my eyes off him. I began with my bra, and I couldn't deny the fact that I loved the change in expression when he saw my breasts. He loved them; the look in his eyes told me that much. Slowly shifting my hip sideways, I pulled my underpants down to my knees; from there, they fell freely, pooling at my feet.

He watched me as I stood by the bed, completely naked, and my only consolation was the fact that he loved my body. The way he sized me up was both concerning and satisfying at the same time. With that look, I knew he couldn't resist me and would definitely want to have me.

I wasn't entirely ready to get fucked yet, but I didn't think that I would be able to stop him if he wanted to have me. Not because of my plan to do whatever it took to please him but because I wanted him, as well.

Damn! Standing naked before him was already making me wet. I shouldn't have been feeling this way toward this criminal, but I couldn't help myself. I was pissed at myself for wanting him, but I had no control over my emotions. I was embarrassed, suddenly shy, and tried to look away from him.

"Look at me," he instructed me.

I did so as he got to his feet, fixing his eyes on mine.

I swallowed, so nervous, and my body was tensing, yearning for him, desperate to feel his touch, but he was taking his time to approach me. The suspense was killing me, but my short breaths were playing a part in calming me down.

He paused before me, so close that I could smell that familiar cologne, and as he bent over, I could feel his breath on my skin.

"You are mine," he whispered into my ear.

My body shuddered at those words, which filled me with two conflicting emotions: fear and sexual arousal.

He touched my face with the back of his fingers, caressing my skin. His touch was gradually breaking my defenses, making me very vulnerable.

I jerked my eyes up and looked into that brown pair of his as they pierced my soul.

He pulled me to himself, his hand wrapped around my waist. His thumb ran along my lips, feeling as they trembled at his touch.

A slight moan that I had not planned abruptly escaped me the moment his fingers traveled up my thigh.

"You like that, don't you?" He smirked.

I was quiet—not a gesture of disrespect but a sign that I was truly enjoying the feeling of his hands between my legs.

"When I ask a question, you answer me," he said softly but authoritatively.

"Yes," I replied with a moan as his hand settled on my pussy.

"You naughty little girl." He said, gliding his finger over my wetness. "You want me, don't you?"

I was so carried away by the sweet sensation coursing through my body that I almost forgot his instruction about always replying whenever he asked a question.

"Yes," I answered with another moan.

He pulled my hair backward, a little rough, but I liked it. Daniil watched me briefly, and I could see in his eyes that he could no longer hold himself back. My body was already anticipating his touch, and my breathing was heavier than before.

This was it: the moment that I would lose my virginity. It was about time. I'd always wanted to lose it, and recently, I'd been imagining losing it to him. Besides, this was going to be to my benefit eventually.

His lips locked with mine in a fervent kiss, leaving me breathless and wanting more.

Gosh! He was a pretty good kisser, and I loved the way his hands grabbed me possessively.

The heat of the kiss was making me wetter, and the sensation was threatening to consume me. He felt my slightly saggy yet perky breasts, small yet full. In a trance, he fondled them, massaging them with a technique only years of practice could provide.

I was moaning, swooning in ecstasy, and before I knew it, he whisked me into the air and set me on the bed. Daniil slowly spread my legs apart while I panted, watching as he worshiped my well-shaven pussy. With the look in his eyes, I knew he was about to eat me up, and I couldn't wait. My heart was pounding in my chest as his thumb rubbed the hood of my clit.

I threw my head back the moment his tongue rested on my throbbing entrance. The effect of what he was doing to me was so overwhelming that I felt like screaming. I'd heard stories of how good oral sex was, but I hadn't thought it would be this good.

He slapped my thigh, his attention unwavering from the task of eating me up.

I winced at the pleasurable pain, squeezing against the sheets and moaning. He must have been thinking that I was such a hypocrite, but I didn't care; I was lost in the sea of ecstasy.

He rose to his feet, and I watched him, biting my lower lip as he unbuckled his belt, drew down his zipper, and revealed his erect cock.

I didn't realize my eyes had widened at the size and length until it was too late.

Fuck it. I want that thing inside me.

"Get on your knees," he commanded.

I got off the bed and crawled to him, taking the giant cock in my hand. It weighed a lot more than I'd anticipated, making my heart skip for a moment. It was huge, and it would destroy me, especially since I was a virgin, but I didn't care. I wanted to be destroyed by him.

Jerking my head to look at him, I stroked his cock, gliding my hand slowly over it without breaking eye contact. I wanted to see the reaction on his face as I administered the handjob.

He seemed to be loving it, and that was satisfying.

I took the cock into my mouth and heard him groan deeply. I tried as much as I could to match the pleasure he'd given while sucking me.

"No teeth. Good…very good," he praised me.

I smiled faintly and continued.

Daniil lifted me in his strong arms, tossed me on the bed, and climbed on top of me.

He rubbed the cap of his cock over my entrance, and the next thing I felt was the pain from his thrust.

A soft exclamation filled with hurt and discomfort came forth, prompting him to pause.

He looked down at me, his eyes widening slightly. "Are you a virgin?"

I'd never been more embarrassed in my life—my face now flooded with heat—but I nodded regardless, holding back my whimper.

He smirked. "Then allow me to show you how it's done."

I nodded again, unable to contain my anticipation.

His next few thrusts were gentle, a contrast to his personality, but I figured he wanted to make me feel good since it was my first time. Daniil wanted me to love him, so he was being gentle with me.

It was so good, and soon, the initial pain switched to a feeling I'd never felt before.

Fuck!

He fucked me well—so well that I was screaming out in pleasure.

When he noticed that I was already comfortable, he increased his pace, banging me roughly yet mildly.

He was really good at this, and I didn't think anyone could have handled me better—managing to balance strength with care and caution.

The faster he plunged into me, the more I moaned, writhing beneath him. I was tempted to call out his name, but that would've been too soon.

My entire body was feeling the heat, the impact of his thrusts. I could feel his cock deep inside my stomach, and he was hitting places that sent shivers down my spine. I shut my eyes, tightening my grip on the sheets.

I heard his groan grow deeper, and I knew what was about to happen. Before I could finish my thoughts, I felt his massive load inside me, filling me up warmly. With both legs clasped around his waist, I accepted his load, groaning as he emptied it all inside me.

Yes! Give it to me!

After he was done cumming, he slowly pulled out his cock, and I let out a satisfactory sigh, both hands smoothing my hair back.

Fuck!