Chapter 3 mercy

Khloe POV

I sat up on a massive bed covered in white and grey sheets. My head hurt like mad and I was currently confused about my new environment.

One thing I knew for sure was this place wasn't my house. I staggered out of my bed and decided to check the corridor for anyone. But it was completely empty and noiseless.

All I could remember from yesterday was getting fired and drowning myself in sorrow with the shots I requested from the bar tender.

As I was walking through the lonely corridor, I began to get scared. I had not even one person around and when I tried to call out, a door slammed loud. My heart began to race as I felt someone walking behind me.

Then I suddenly heard a gun shot and my entire body went rigid as fear engulfed my senses.

I quicken my steps, looking for an exit to escape from the house.

But before I could take the next corner, two strong hands grabbed my waist and covered my mouth to prevent me from screaming.

My captors steps were hefty and swift. A few seconds later, he dropped me on the floor in front of a man who gaze torn my skin apart. His green eyes screamed murder and hell at the same time.

"Boss, I found her lurking around," the man who carried me reported to him.

The smell of metallic blood filled my nostrils and I began to panic when I saw dead bodies in a pool of blood.

"You are finally awake, mi Bella," he said uncorking the gun in his hand. I remained silent, trembling under his criminal gaze.

I was scared to hell but my fear didn't make me fall to realize that the man in front of me was illegally handsome.

It was funny that I found him alluring when I was in a critical situation now. He was my kidnapper yet I felt this intense attraction towards him.

"Are you now scared of me after what you had done last night?" he raised his brows at me while using his gun to lift my chin.

"I don't know what you are talking about, I don't even know who you are," I stuttered, keeping my eyes on his chest.

"Everyone, leave," he ordered with a husky voice that sent shivers down my spine.

My head began to think of different possibilities of being killed by him or worse tortured to death. I couldn't remember what I had done last night and it freaked me out to know that he was the one I hooked up with.

Once we were alone, he jerked me up and threw me on the massive bed in the room. Then he began to trail his gun down my thighs.

"Does this ring a bell, mi casa? or should I go deeper?" he muttered against my neck, his breath fanning my skin as the tip of his gun stopped at the core of my panties.

"I...I... remember," I breathed out, horny from his torture.

"Of course you would. It played a part in pleasuring you last night," he whispered and my cheeks flushed red from embarrassment.

Fragments of my memory began to flash back in my head as I remembered how he thrust inside me with his gun.

I was fucked with a gun, orgasm four times from the play got fingered as an extra reward.

"Y-you won't hurt me, right?" I asked, remembering my terrifying situation.

"Depending on how you behavior. I can't assure you of your safety," he said, keeping a straight face.

God, how could he keep a serious face and still look so gorgeous in a matter like this?

"What do you want from me then?" I asked.

"I want you to be my mistress," he muttered, slowly rubbing the tip of his gun over my panties.

I shuddered, gasping as a swift of pleasure crossed through my body.

"You...don't even know me," I stuttered, gasping again as he added more pressure.

"Does that even matter? I can keep whoever I want, whether a stranger or not," he said, making it clear to me that he could steal me away from the outer world without caring about my life or family.

"What if I say that I can't be your mistress?" I asked with a hush voice that sounded like a moan.

"You don't have a choice, Khloe," he muttered, dragging my name in a sexy way that jolted butterflies down my stomach.

His gaze grew more intense making it difficult for me to breathe as I stared into them while he played with his gun in between my thighs.

I felt attracted to his lips, wanting them to kiss me like they did last night. I must really be insane to be attracted to my captor —more like Stockholm syndrome.

Just when I thought he would do something bad to me, his phone rang, breaking him apart from me.

He went from being a sexy devil to an evil shadow man ready to rain chaos all over the city.

"Hello," he said into the phone, turning his back on me.

I recollected myself and got up from his bed ready to talk things out with him properly once he ended his call.

While he was busy, I decided to look around the look. First, my eyes lingered over the place where I had seen piled up corpse.

My face squeezed in disgust then paled with fear when I saw a tiger stride into the room.