My head shoots up and I meet his stare.
“Oh, I know Hunter and Ruben are all up in my business, but my tracks are covered. There isn’t anything to find anymore with thanks to the little distraction I arranged for Ruben with Miranda. My girl is damn good.” He laughs. “You’re just going to hang out here with me, until Hunter returns. Then you’re both going to be coming with me.”
There’s no way Simon can get one over on Hunter. Hunter has a lot more muscle than him. What isn’t he telling me?
I frown.
“Oh don’t worry that pretty little face.” He jumps up from the chair and has me pinned against the bed. Pushing me into the mattress with the weight of his body. His aroused body. I’m struggling to get a knee up to hurt him in the balls, but his legs pin me down and his hands are holding my wrists above my head.
My heart pounds in my chest as I struggle to get free. I feel my skin go cold and feverish. I can handle almost anything, but having my hands restrained is something I’ll never be able to handle well.
Simon moves one hand to my waist and slowly creeps up inside my shirt and tank, coming to a stop over my left breast.
“No bra.” He presses his erection against my hip, more swollen than he was a few minutes ago. “I like a woman who doesn’t wear underwear.” He squeezes my breast as I squeeze my eyes shut, not wanting to see him. My only wish is that I can’t feel him.
“Are you wearing panties?” He nibbles down my neck while his hand slides down my body.
I shudder in fear.
He straddles my legs, keeping me pinned to the bed and starts undoing my jeans. “No.” I thrash around as much as I can, but there‘s no way I’m strong enough to get him off me. “You bastard. Don’t touch me. Get off me.”
Opening my mouth to scream, he quickly reaches behind his back and brings the knife to my face. Pressing the cold tip into my cheek.
I whimper.
“Shut the fuck up. You sound like a wounded, fucking animal. I’ve not even started with you, yet.”
He drags the knife down the side of my face. It hurts so bad. He hasn’t gone deep, but it stings. Then he licks me along where he’s just cut me. My face stings and the tears that have been running down my face overflow, making my face hurt all the more.
Lifting off me, he moves back to the chair so I scramble back into the headboard and grabbing a pillow I take the case off and hold it to my face; quietly weeping into it.
If Ruben answered the call I made, he’d have been here by now. He isn’t coming. He really doesn’t care what happens to me. I always end up with someone who doesn’t give a damn. My parents didn’t and the odd boyfriends I’ve had didn’t. All they were interested in was getting into my panties. Liz and Ed will miss me if I don’t get out of this mess. My only hope is Hunter.
Simon said we’re waiting for Hunter, but how does he intend subduing him. Hunter isn’t the kind of guy to go down easily, without a fight.
And then as I’m watching him, his lip curls in a snarl while his hand brings a nasty looking gun up, outta his boot. He rubs the barrel against his thigh and slowly drags it against his groin and straining erection.
He’s sick and watching him play with the gun, which is obviously getting him more worked up, I realize I probably don’t know just how sick he is. Who gets turned on playing with a gun? Especially around where he’s playing with it.
“It has a silencer,” he whispers. “As soon as Hunter walks into his room,” he points the gun at the door, “bang. No more Hunter. No more getting into my business.”
I’m positive the shock I’m feeling is written all over my face. “You’re going to rot in jail.”
He laughs. “No chance of that little Rosie. I have plans. Big plans. And I’m beginning to think they could include you. I can see you in a string bikini rubbing oil all over my body. Every inch of my body.” He rubs his crotch again.
“I’m going to hurl if you don’t stop talking and rubbing that…that thing in your pants.”
He grins.
This isn’t good.
“I’m hard knowing you don’t have any underwear on. Knowing there’s only a thin scrap of material between your * and my cock. Hmm,” he moans pressing his hand against himself, “imagining your wet * sucking me inside you. Delicious.”
Chapter 33 ~ Ruben