Claimed by Jaymie Holland Read Free Book Online

wished she wasn’t blindfolded and could
see his face. She wanted to see his expression when he came.
    A few more strokes and she heard his groan
and felt the throb of his cock inside of her. In and out a few more
times and then he pressed his body to hers. She felt the sweat of
his skin as it mingled with hers and thought she heard their hearts
pounding as one.
     
     

Chapter 6
     
     
    The shower felt delicious. If only Rick was
in it with her—that would make it exceptional.
    She hummed to herself as warm water rained
down on her and she washed her hair with rosemary mint-scented
shampoo and scrubbed her body with soap of the same scent. When she
finished she grabbed a towel, dried off, and stepped onto the thick
rug outside the shower door. The bathroom was filled with steam and
the mirrors fogged.
    The sound of a voice coming from outside the
bathroom caught her attention. Was Rick back from his jog already?
It didn’t seem like that much time had passed. Had she lost track
of time? That or the sound had been her imagination.
    She picked up her brush and ran it through
her wet hair. She paused when she heard a hard thump, as if
something had been thrown across the room.
    What in the world?
    With her wet hair lying about her shoulders,
she wrapped a thick towel around her body and opened the door from
the bathroom into the bedroom. She heard another noise, this one
coming from the suite’s sitting room that connected hers and Rick’s
rooms. She frowned and walked through the door leading out of the
bedroom to the sitting room.
    Three men were in the sitting room.
    Leslie started to scream but a man with a
short scraggly beard and small dark eyes pointed his gun at her.
“Shut up and come here.” His English was coarse and thickly
accented.
    Adrenaline ran through her veins and her
heart pounded in her throat as her whole body started to shake. She
clenched the towel around herself and took a step back instead.
    He gave a low growl. “Come here, bitch.”
    Her body continued to shake as she stepped
toward him.
    Scraggly-beard laughed and said in Spanish to
the other two men, “A bonus, my friends. A beautiful woman.” He
used his gun to wave Leslie closer to him. “Comprende Española?” he
said to her.
    She shook her head. Even though she was
terrified, a part of her realized that if they thought she didn’t
understand Spanish maybe she would learn something from them when
they talked to each other that would help her.
    “Is anyone else here?” the man asked her.
    She shook her head again. “No,” she said
while she prayed that Rick would come back soon.
    The man grabbed her by the wrist and jerked
her to him. He ripped her towel away, leaving her naked and it felt
like he had stolen away her last defense. She folded her arms
across her breasts and shivered as she stood in front of him.
    To her right a man was going through her bag
of toys that he had obviously taken out of the bedroom. He laughed
and pulled out Leslie’s metal handcuffs along with her leather
restraints. “We can use these on the señorita if she doesn’t do as
she’s told,” the man said in Spanish as he tossed the metal ones to
scraggly-beard.
    “Convenient,” scraggly-beard said. “Now where
are your jewels and your money?” he asked in a harsh tone as he
swung the cuffs back and forth.
    “In the hotel safe in the bedroom closet.”
She swallowed. “I’ll give you the combination. Then please let me
go.”
    He laughed and shoved her so that she
stumbled. The back of her legs hit the couch and she fell onto the
edge of it. “Maybe we will let you go after we enjoy your body
first.” He shrugged. “Or maybe we don’t let you go. There is a
market for beautiful American women.”
    Cold washed through her at the reality that
these men could rape her like he’d just threatened, and they could
also sell her. She’d heard about women being abducted and sold, and
turned into sex slaves. The thought made her want to vomit.