Page 8 of The Siren's Call
I start to think he’s going to let me go and then I feel an almighty slap on my arse. It’s like I’ve been electrocuted. The shock is astounding. My arse was painful enough with his lash marks still throbbing. This has ignited not only the pain of that experience, but also sent a bolt to my traitorous pussy.
“You will behave and be a good girl now Annabelle or do you want to meet my belt again? Believe me, my Little Vixen, I will not hesitate to place you across my knee and paint your arse with more of my marks right here in the middle of my club!”
He’s silent awaiting my answer, as I expect the whole room is. I wouldn’t know because I haven’t lifted my head since he spanked me. I’m in a haze of embarrassment, lust, and confusion. I hate this man so much in this moment. He’s so damn annoying, but I can’t deny the way he makes me feel.
He takes my silence as my answer and starts to make his way out of the club again. I go limp in his hold. Let him think I’ve given up but I’m just saving my energy.
We make it outside and I shiver from the cold. Come on, it’s Birmingham in the middle of March, it’s freezing. At least it’s not raining though!
Kai puts me down and grabs my arm, turning me to a car that’s ready and waiting at the curb. Lev appears and opens the back door for us to enter. I’ve had enough of this shit now, so I go full attack mode and show these fuckers I’m not to be messed with.
Kai releases his hold on me and slips his arm around my waist to steer me into the back seat. As I get close enough to Lev I strike as fast as I can. I twist and knee Lev right in his bollocks, hard. He goes down to his knees, cupping his bollocks and I twist quickly to Kai. He’s staring at me in a mixture of astonishment and lust, but fuck you arsehole.
People have underestimated me all my life. I’m used to it. Kai goes to grab me, but I drop to the floor and avoid his reach. I flip my shoes off and kick out with my right leg to sweep his legs out from beneath him. The trouble is he’s massive, and I was really fooling myself if I thought I was going to drop him on his arse. His knees give a little but he stays standing, staring at me with amusement until someone grabs me from behind.
I’m dragged up and pinned in a punishing hold by the arms. I look at Kai and the murderous look on his face scares me for the first time since I’ve been in his presence. He isn’t looking at me though, he’s looking at the person holding me.
“Lev, if you do not take your hands off her now, I’ll put a fucking bullet in your brain!”
What the fuck? I’m so shocked at what Kai’s just said, but the more worrying feeling is why I think it was so bloody hot. I’m panting and hot, and my pussy seems hotwired to the man in front of me. I should be trying to escape or plead for my release but I’m frozen, pulled in by the force of this man’s orbit.
“Chill Kai, I’m taking my hands off her now!”
Lev releases my arms and I turn to face him and start stepping back slowly, putting distance between us. What I forget though is I’m backing myself straight into the devil himself until it’s too late. My back collides into a wall of muscle and Kai’s hand comes up to grab me around my throat.
Lev has his hands up in surrender, his eyes following Kai with concern. Kai’s breath is ragged at my back and his body is pulsing with brutal energy. His anger is whirling around us all, threatening to engulf us and leave nobody in its wake.
Luckily, Sam decides at this precise moment to run out from the club with my bag gripped in her arms. She comes to a sudden stop, looking from me and Kai to Lev. She looks worried and unsure whether to approach.
“It’s okay Sam, come here sweetheart!” Lev says, not taking his eyes off Kai.
Kai’s body seems to relax a bit behind me, but he doesn’t release the punishing grip he has on my throat. He lowers his mouth down to my ear.
“Oh, my Little Vixen, you will pay for that little display, you really do love my punishments don’t you baby? I will take it easier on you though because that was so fucking hot. I was thinking of tying you to my bed because I think you will look delectable, bound and gagged, waiting for my attention. I have now decided that I much prefer that fire and fight I just witnessed. When I get you into my bed Annabelle, I need you to give me your worst baby, show me your inner monster. I swear Little Vixen, we will have such a euphoric experience burning together on our way down to hell!”
I gasp and shudder as Kai straightens back up and pushes his engorged erection into my back. If I was on fire before I’m self-combusting now. He seems to have a hold over me no other man has ever had. Not even my arsehole of a Papa.
I’m watching as Lev and Sam have yet another heated whispered discussion, and Lev tries to calm her by putting two fingers under her chin and raising her face to his. He’s now forgotten about Kai’s threat and is solely focused on Sam.
Kai turns me to face him, and I lift my eyes to his face automatically. He brushes my cheek with his palm and places a soft kiss on my forehead.
“Good girl, now I’m going to get you in the car, and I want you to be on your best behaviour. Lev will bring your bag from Sam, okay?”
“I’ll come with you Kai, just don’t hurt Sam please!”
Sam has a little girl, and I don’t want her getting hurt for interfering and trying to save me.
“Nobody will hurt anyone Annabelle, just get in the car okay!”
Kai opens the door and I get in, sinking into the luxurious seats. Kai shuts the door, goes around the other side and lowers himself into the seat next to me in the back.
I’m filled with nervous energy and worry. I look out the window to check on Sam. She’s now standing hugging herself as Lev walks toward the car we’re in. She averts her eyes from watching Lev’s retreating figure to looking at me. We lock eyes and I give her a smile which I hope reassures her that I’m fine. She smiles tightly, but I know I’m not kidding her at all.
Lev gets in the front passenger seat and the car drives off from the club. It’s set in the city centre of Birmingham, so the streets are full of the usual drunk partygoers. Who are either going to the next club, off to land a kebab or trying to hail a taxi back home.
I watch the hustle and bustle out of the car, until we go onto the expressways and head into the richer part of the city. I must keep my wits about me and follow the direction we are heading. Luka has a tracker fitted into my phone which I’m hoping will lead him to me, if I need him to.
The scenery changes from clubs and bars to five-star hotels, high-end cocktail bars and Gentlemen’s clubs. The car pulls into a beautiful hotel called Enigma Hotel and Spa. It’s probably the poshest hotel in Birmingham.
