Taken, Kissed, and Loved [FREE and COMPLETED]

Chapter 22

Christina paced her room. There and back, it wasn’t extremely large, so it didn’t take her very long to cross it. Are you crazy? Maybe a bit. She needed to get out, but how?

“Chrissie?” A knock on the door. Christina quickly sat on the bed, trying to look tired and a bit disoriented. Nothing could be further from the truth right now, but she was still pretending to be taking the sedatives. Her father entered the room and walked over towards her, sighing. “Christina, you can’t stay at home forever. Maybe… I don’t know. Maybe you should talk to a specialist?”

She didn’t want to talk to a specialist and she most certainly didn’t want to stay at home forever. “Well, it’s hard to go outside and try to feel normal when there are armed men who never leave my side. I know you are just trying to protect me, but it makes me feel… threatened.”

His brows furrowed and his voice grew more serious. “Christina, you were kidnapped.”

“Yes. And their constant presence keeps reminding me of that. I just can’t think straight, can’t breathe when I see them like someone is going to jump at me and grab me and...” She hid her face in her hands and sniffled. Wow, what a drama queen you are. Why didn’t you put on such a performance in that play in high school? Maybe because her life didn’t depend on it back then?

“I had no idea you felt that way.” His frown deepened. “Maybe… maybe something like when you went to that wellness center would help you? They could stay outside and give you some space? You seemed way better when you came home.”

She couldn’t help herself but stare at him in surprise for a split second before she realized it was probably not the reaction he was expecting. But… she thought about how to arrange this for days and he just offered it to her out of the blue? Was all she have to do was just ask and not try to come up with crazy and complicated scenarios? How lucky she was. Maybe a bit too lucky? Isn’t this a bit too convenient? Suspicious? No, if her father suspected anything, he would have told her. “That would be nice I think.” Hiding her excitement was hard. She was going to see him!

“Great. I’ll arrange it for you.” He gave her an inquisitive look on his way out. “I only want what’s best for you, Christina.”

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She made sure to pack all the materials she got from her father’s computer as she was sneaking out of the wellness center. Luckily there was the same receptionist as before, so Christina didn’t have to explain the situation all over to someone new. The woman took the money without a word and pointed her towards the service entrance. A member of the security was sitting in a cafe on the corner nearby, but she managed to go around him unnoticed.

With a wide grin that threatened to tear her face in half, she entered Peter’s pastries. “Hello. I’m still looking for Petrelli’s leather goods, I’m afraid.”

The man behind the counter recognized her and smiled. “Aren’t they popular these days. A muffin?”

“Yes, please. They are delicious.” She sat outside and waited for a car to pick her up like last time. Only now she was excited, not nervous or plain frightened like before. This was going well. A little too well maybe? She shushed the wary voice away and enjoyed the sunshine.

Shannon looked annoyed when she pulled over next to her. “Get in.” Christina slid on the back seat and the car started moving. “Perfect. Now I’m a chauffeur for a rich spoiled brat,” the woman mumbled disgruntledly. “You sure you weren’t followed?”

Christina shook her head and realized Shannon couldn’t really see her right now. “I think so.” She kept looking around for familiar or suspicious faces ever since she left the wellness center, but didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary. “Hey… thank you for driving me.” She understood why David’s friends didn’t like her but was determined to change that. Yes, you and your kidnappers will make one big happy family one day. “And I think you should take this.” The papers and the drive with all the data on the Haven project were packed in a small bag and Christina put them on the front seat. Originally she wanted to give them to David directly, but hopefully they will have better things to do than debating about her father’s criminal activities. Shannon didn’t say anything in response, but at least she stopped murmuring against her.

The car stopped at a small house, different from the last time. They didn’t search or tie her up, which was a good sign. Just don’t get your hopes up. He likes f*****g you, that’s all. Probably because it makes him feel like taking some sort of revenge on your father. But now that she realized she was in love with him, it was hard to think about him that way. Would it really be so weird if he actually liked her? A daughter of his arch-enemy? He might want to make you feel that way, but only to keep you around as leverage. Does he really strike you as the touchy-feely type of guy? The weird thing was he did. Yes, he was scary and dangerous, but if you looked past all the anger and aggression, he actually seemed like a nice guy. Are you sure it’s not just the Stockholm syndrome talking? I mean you are a textbook illustration.

She ignored the voice and got out of the car, slowly walking over to the house. The door was unlocked, so she entered and looked around the very ordinary interior. Before she could take a few steps, a pair of strong arms grabbed her from behind and hot lips kissed her neck. “I couldn’t wait.” David’s voice was deep and full of desire, making the blood rush to her cheeks and between her legs, basically anywhere but her brain.

“Then don’t wait,” she breathed out and he kissed her, violently, desperately. His hand snuck into her pants and started rubbing her already wet p***y. He moaned as she reached behind her back and touched the bulge on his jeans, clumsily unbuttoning them and pulling his fully erect d**k out.

“f**k,” he growled when her hand slid up and down. “Wait. Open this.” He handed her a condom and while she struggled with the stupidly tight package, he pulled down her pants and panties just enough so he could enter her from behind. “You sure... you want... this?” spoke between heavy breaths as he rolled the rubber on.

“Just shut up and f**k me.” Christina closed her eyes and bent forward a bit, hands resting against the wall. She waited so many days for this and wasn’t willing to wait a second longer. He went in hard, in one powerful thrust, making her cry out in surprise and pleasure. One of his hands went back to her c**t, pressing and rubbing it, circling around it as he continued to pound her mercilessly. Christina moaned as she felt the pressure building up. Yes, this was what she wanted and needed, what her body desired.

His other hand grabbed her throat, pressing it slightly, just enough so she could feel him being completely in control of her life at that moment. As he kept moving, his grip got tighter, making it more difficult to breathe. A feeling that should be terrifying but for some reason sent waves of pleasure throughout her body instead, making her finish. As she was collecting herself from the orgasm, supported by his arms so she wouldn’t collapse to the ground, he screamed out, thrusting against her one last time before coming as well.

They slid down on the floor together, trying to catch their breath.

“What?” David asked upon hearing Christina chuckle.

“I didn’t…,” she had to pause to breathe. “I didn’t even see you. I mean I got in and you… well… behind me… and…” Her brain refused to cooperate. “Dammit, I’m usually a bit more eloquent than this.”

She heard him laugh and turned around to actually see his face. It was just as she remembered, even with the bright eyes and a cheerful smile. “Sorry.” He caressed her hair softly.

“Oh, I’m not complaining. I just thought it was… I don’t know, weird? Funny? Surprising?” She wasn’t sure what to say so as to not offend him. “You can surprise me like that any time.”

“Ah, you are promising dangerous things again, miss Anderson.” A smile was still playing on his lips as he got up, tidied his clothes, and extended his arm to help her. “You think we can make it to the living room?” He pulled her up and didn’t let go of her hand, making her heart skip a few beats. Stop imagining things. “There is something I need to tell you.” His voice was serious suddenly, and when he turned to face her she could see he was nervous. Her hands touched his face and she got up on tiptoes to kiss him softly, afraid of what he had to say. “Christina, I…”

His words were interrupted by the sound of shattered glass.