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Deserted on an island with a guy who kidnapped me? WTF

Novel By: A3V3I

KIDNAPPED! Kim is a spoiled rich kid who is used to everyone listening to her, until she meets the incredibly sexy Andrew. Andrew gives her a run for her money and kidnaps her onto an island where he is boss! View table of contents...


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Submitted:Jan 24, 2013    Reads: 424    Comments: 7    Likes: 2   

I smiled at Andrew as he swam over to where I was. He was making large strokes with his muscular arms. He was the guy I always wanted, handsome, aggressive, and challenging. He ducked down into the water and I didn't know where he was until I felt his big hands on my hips. I felt the warmth spread from his fingertips through my entire body. He came out of the water with a grin on his face.

"I want to make up for before…" He whispered and kissed me on the lips softly. He pulled away to look at my face, watch for a reaction. I looked into his dark eyes, but I didn't see the wild animal I saw before. I saw a man who wanted to take care of me, and I wanted him to. I placed my hands on both sides of his face and kissed him passionately. His tongue slipped into my mouth a little bit and he picked me up. My legs were wrapped around his waist; my vagina was pressed against his stomach. His hands cupped my butt holding me up as he kissed my neck sensually.

"You're so beautiful" He whispered while carrying me onto shore now. I could feel every muscle in his body touching mine while he walked. His butt flexed with every step hitting my feet, and his chest rubbed against my breasts. My whole body tightened with excitement when he laid me down on our makeshift bed of jackets and shirts.

Andrew loomed above me, looking very strong and powerful. I took in short breaths as my chest heaved waiting for him to make his move. He lowered his head down onto mine, giving my forehead small pecks. His lips moved south toward my neck and he sucked on my neck while his hands caressed my sides. I couldn't form thoughts; I couldn't say anything because I was in pure ecstasy. My lips were open just a slit to let in quick breaths of air. My eye lids felt heavy and my brows knitted together in pleasure.

He moved down toward my breasts and started slowly kisses them and licking my nipples. My breasts came alive at his touch, my nipples hardened after only a minute's attention. I couldn't believe that men did this, every man I'd been with had been rough, demanding, and selfish. I closed my eyes to intensify my surprise. His tongue moved down my stomach and then disappeared. I froze like a statue waiting for the next moment of bliss. His hands took my knees and spread them wider while he kisses slowly gravitated toward my vagina.

I moaned as I felt his tongue move over me and my legs twitched. His tongue disappeared again then I felt his penis, rock hard, waiting at my opening. "Are you ready?" Andrew asked me and I just nodded my head, of course I wanted him. He lifted my hips off the ground to get better access. He went inside me and I opened my eyes for second to see him smiling. "You're so wet and tight." He was talking in a low grunting voice and I knew he felt really good, but I wanted to do something for him as well. I wanted to show him how I much I… loved him?

"You're so thick, I want more of you." I whispered between my breaths and his sexy grin reappeared. He slammed into me, sending shivers through the body, an aching for more. I felt a sensation, almost like a heartbeat, throbbing down there. It became more and more intense until finally I felt myself shaking in pleasure. The tingling, throbbing, deep pleasure moved through my body. A few screams escaped my mouth before Andrew lips found mine again. I moaned into his kisses and grabbed the jacket lying around me, squeezing them to fight this ecstasy. When the deep throbs of pleasure subsided I released my grip and relaxed. Andrew was about to bust, his body becoming tight all over. He let out a low grunt and finally came inside of me. I smiled as he fell beside me, chest heaving, and a grin on his face.

I didn't say anything, and neither did he. We just laid together on the sand for a few hours before hunger set in again.

"I'm going to go fishing, can you get some firewood? The knife in my bag is good for chopping down branches." He said before getting up and walking off toward the ocean. I laid there, watching him walk away. I was really developing feelings for him and I didn't want to upset him so I ran off into the jungle to chop up firewood. When I got about 50 feet into the jungle I turned around to see Andrew, pale as a ghost. His eyes said everything, something was terribly wrong.

"Andrew what's wrong?" I said and walked up to him cautiously. I put my hand on his face, but he jerked away from me. I didn't understand what I had done, why did he hate me all of a sudden? His eyes bore holes into me, his hands were shaking. "ANDREW, WHATS WRONG?" I screamed at him and shook his shoulders trying to get him out of this trance. "There is a boat out there… and they are headed towards us. They must have seen our boat on shore…" My stomach fell through my stomach, I spent days hoping for a rescue ship, but now that it was here I was worried. What would my father do to Andrew? Would he shoot him not and leave him to die here, all alone?

I grabbed Andrew hands in mine and looked into his dark eyes. "I'm fucking dead. I'm as good as dead, you realize that right?" He said and I wanted to cry. I had to find a way around this mess. I need to save Andrew like he saved me. I got on my tippy toes and gave him one last kiss before running onto the beach. I needed to lie for him; I needed to put on a show.

I ran onto the beach and noticed a fairly small boat with 3 men on it, 1 of which was my own mortal enemy. I glared at him as they rode through the choppy waves. His hands were held out to block the sun and he smiled instantly when he saw me. The smile was that of a father, who had been terribly frightened for his daughter's life. I couldn't smile back though, perhaps he was happy that I was alive but he was also the cause of so much of my pain. He waved enthusiastically, but I needed these last moments to prepare myself for the biggest tantrum of my life.

The boat rode onto the shore and he jumped out along with the two other men. They scanned the area around me and their eyes were fixed on something in the woods. "Kim! You're alive!" He exclaimed and ran over to hug me. I put my hands up in the air, and drew in a deep breath. "HOW DARE YOU! I've been struggling to survive out here on this island for days, little water, and no food. Why didn't you find me sooner?" I pushed the blame of this situation on him instantly, trying to catch him off guard. "Where is that monster who took you? Lurking around the island somewhere?" My blood boiled, YOU are the monster. "Don't you see what this is?" I screamed at him, my hands forming fists. The men behind him looked at me with suspicious eyes; I suppose they never found a missing person who was so angry at her rescuers before. "This was my idea!" I spat at him waiting for a response, and his face scrunched up. "What do you mean this was your idea?" He yelled at me while his face reddened.

"I was playing a prank on everyone. Andrew was in on it the whole time, and if it wasn't for him I would be dead because God knows you can't do anything right!" The reality of what I said sunk in, my lie was working. His hands formed fists and he started stomping towards me when I saw a flash before me, it was Andrew. He jumped right in between my father and me blocking the blows.

"Like she said, this was supposed to be a prank. I never thought it would take you guys DAYS to find us." Andrew lied on the spot and I had to suppress my smile. He was just like me! My father calmed down a bit when he realized Andrew was more than willing to protect me. He stepped forward and put on a fake smile. "Well at least you're both safe then…" He managed to spit out before the two men came to help us onto the boat.

I sat next to Andrew, holding his hand as the boat road the waves farther into the ocean. I looked into a mirror on the boat and was shocked at my own reflection. My hair was a frizzy mess and my skin looked dirty despite our ocean baths. I couldn't wait to take a hot shower and eat something.

We arrived back on the big yacht once again and a lot of crew looked on with amazement as I held Andrew's hand. They couldn't believe that I was alive either. I stepped onto board and felt a sigh of relief. I ran back to my room and jumped into the shower immediately washing the dirt, sand, and grease from my body. I washed my hair 1, 2, 3 times and used almost a whole bottle of soap. I breathed in the steam from the shower and exhaled my stress.

I felt a hand touch my back through the curtain and I instantly thought it was Andrew. "Andrew did you shower yet?" I didn't get an answer and that's when I turned around to see him. It wasn't Andrew; it was the last person I wanted to see. He drew his hand back and slapped me across the face as hard as he could. "You little whore; you slept with him didn't you?" He questioned me but I knew better than to answer him. "Kim, I thought I told you before that you are mine… I guess I'll just have to make myself clear once we get home and that criminal is behind bars." I glared at him with such hatred I think he was almost afraid of me but then his usually demeanor came back. "Make sure you clean yourself really nice for me. Your mom said she is very disappointed you would pull a stunt like this… I hope you feel horrible, she was worried sick." I didn't say anything. I was hoping he would leave me alone. I wanted to cry, I wanted to crawl into a ball in this shower and die. How can he always turn these things in on me? Why do I let this continue to happen? I won't. I have Andrew to protect me now. He will do what my mother never did, stand up for me.

I got out of the safety of my shower and peaked around every corner. No one was in here with me so I dropped my towel and looked around for clothes to wear. Clean clothes. I chose a pair of white shorts, and a tie dye tank top with flat white sandals. Things were starting to return to normal for me. I wandered down the halls, looking first for food and then for Andrew. I found the kitchen first and ate chicken, shrimp, rice, and a pina colada. I ate enough for 3 men and then left to search for Andrew.

I found one of the boys who had made fun of Andrew for his short pants; this guy was obviously one of his friends and would know where he was. "Where's Andrew?" I asked him in a whisper fearing my dad was lurking around. "He's on the deck out there." He pointed to the main deck. I immediately made my way out to deck and saw him conversing with all his friends. They must be talking about me, because as soon I was in sight they got very quiet. Andrew smiled at me and waved me over to their group. As soon as I sat down he sensed that I was nervous. All the guys were watching me and him, the last time they saw us we were fighting like cats and dogs. He must of told them he hated my guts, but now after spending time with me he changed his mind. "Can you guys give us a minute?" All the guys laughed and raised their eyebrows being perverted. "It only takes you a minute bro, no wonder she hated you…" They all erupted into laughter and walked away. I felt very uncomfortable because I knew Andrew was going to ask me something that I wasn't prepared for.

"Kim, are you alright?" He asked looking into my eyes and I looked away instantly. I wanted to tell him. I wanted to scream it at the top of my lungs but I was afraid of what my father would do to us on this boat. He is known to fly off the handle and cover things up with his money. I didn't want Andrew to get hurt. I grabbed his hand and tried to lie. "Yeah of course I'm fine. It's just weird being back in civilization, you know?" He didn't take his eyes off of me and I knew he didn't believe me.

"I'm really tired so I'm going to go to bed. We'll figure everything out when I get home. You know figure us out." I said and got up from his lap and walked back down the hallway. I hoped my lie would keep him at bay.


I watched her walk away from me back into the hallway and my blood boiled. I know she is lying; she couldn't even look me in the eyes. That bastard is up to something… I still felt horrible for what I put her through, I'm not sure whether it was guilt or true rage but I needed to find him. I stomped around the ship looking for him. I searched for him on the whole ship top to bottom until I heard someone come from nowhere. "Are you looking for me, boy?" I heard a deep voice from behind me and turned around to see him standing with arms crossed against his chest. He thought he was tough, but I knew a thing or two about him that he didn't think I knew.

"Yeah, Kim seemed pretty upset. She said it was something you said to her." I lied because I wanted him to sweat under the pressure. "The only person upsetting Kim is you. She is a good girl, strong, smart, and she would never settle for trash like you." He threw his words at me with disgust. He really thought he was better than me.

"So she's supposed to settle for an ugly fuck like you? A man who can't keep his hands off his own daughter?" I watched for his reaction. I wanted this to turn dirty; I was going to tear this man apart with my bare hands. Color rushed over his body, this man was used to people listening to him, taking his shit. I took a step towards him, I towered over him by a few inches, and my strength was far greater than his. "What's the matter, you're only a tough guy when you know you can win?" I stepped closer until I was right in front of his face. "That's why you do it to her, because she was always an easy target. That doesn't make you strong. It means you're pathetic." I grabbed onto his throat and pushed him against the side of the hallway. He tried to rip my hands away but I was squeezing off his air supply and his muscles didn't want to react.

"If you ever touch her again, I'll fucking kill you." I dropped him to the ground and watched him gasp for air. His leather loafers kicked at the ground trying to crawl away from me. His eyes were red with tears and he glared up at me. I turned around and walked back to Kim's room. I'm not letting her alone until we are somewhere far away.


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