Alexandra was gripped by panic, instantly biting his hand and hearing him yell out ‘you bitch!’ before pulling tighter on her waist and robbing her of breath. She felt her body being dragged back with him into the van and she screamed into the hand gagging her mouth but the sounds were sealed in, useless. She couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe. But her survival instinct was strong and she suddenly thought of a move she learned in the self-defense classes she’d taken in the past. Using the whole of her weight, she propelled herself off her feet and pushed back heavily on her captor with the aim of unbalancing him. She heard him curse angrily under his breath as her sudden move made him almost lose his footing.
But he caught himself quickly, only just managing to keep his hold on her body and mouth. Fuck, he was strong, thought Alexandra with a sinking sensation as his mouth pressed closed to her ear. “You’ll pay for that, slut.”
Alexandra stiffened, alarm bells ringing in her head at the sound of his voice. Oh shit. Oh hell no. Lamar?
She had no chance to dwell on this as suddenly she was yanked, kicking and struggling, off the ground before being swung inside the van. She knew that once she got trapped in there, she was in trouble. She was in trouble right now. Oh God, I should have listened to my dad – listened to Cane. Cane. His face flashed through her mind and she felt another rush of terror. She felt herself hitting the floor of the inside of the van, face down on the thin matting where her abductor dropped her.
She bolted into an erect position at once as she heard him slam the van door shut from the inside. Before she could even blink, his hand shoved hard on her shoulder, slamming her down on her back as he turned to her.
Alexandra stared into Lamar’s face and saw an expression she’d never expected. For a second she was just in shock, unable to believe this was really happening and yet knowing it wasn’t a game. Oh my God, thought Alexandra helplessly. She recoiled as Lamar moved towards her. Suddenly, he seized her left ankle and his face broke into a frightful leer. Alexandra burst out of her trance and started to scream but he slammed his whole body against hers, effectively killing her scream as he robbed her of oxygen.
Alexandra could barely move or make a sound beneath his massive weight, and she could only watch as he grabbed her flailing arms and efficiently wrestled her wrists into the shackles set halfway up the van wall. Now that her hands were secured above her head, he still held her down bodily while he reached to his left and pulled a knife from a box. Alexandra’s eyes widened in fear as he grabbed the bottom hem of her sports halter which he lifted off her body before slicing it right through the middle. He shredded the top off her, revealing her breasts as he wrapped the rags around her head and over her mouth, gagging her roughly.
Tears of anger and trepidation suddenly pinched Alexandra’s eyes as she stared into Lamar’s hard, grinning face. Her lower body was still trapped beneath his and she could feel a stiffening begin to bulge in his pants as he pressed hard into her belly. Alexandra turned her head away in unstoppable disgust as his eyes roamed over her exposed breasts.
In a flash, he was grabbing her chin and twisting her face back to his. “If you know what’s good for you, bitch, you’d keep looking at me,” he snarled. Now, he had the knife pressed against her throat.
Alexandra’s chest was heaving and she couldn’t seem to keep up a normal breathing rate. Real fear gripped her heart as she felt the blade of the knife, unmistakably sharp and distressing, begin to break into her skin ever so slightly. He cut her, drew blood, and grinned evilly when she began to scream beneath her gag…
***
I don’t feel safe around you anymore.
Damn it to hell, thought Cane as Alexandra’s words from last night slashed through him like a blade. That blasted female knew just want to say to twist him up in knots. Like no other woman ever had.
Growling with self-deprecation and fury, Cane slammed his fist against the tiled wall, resting his forehead against it for a moment as the ice-cold shower pummeled him from the upper and side jets. He’d woken up after another bad night, hard as a rock for her – again. It had been that way since…oh, the first night he’d moved in as her bodyguard. And it had gotten steadily worse so that he was taking several icy showers a day just to dampen his raging hormones that were urging him to cross the line. Take the few steps out of his room and go knocking on her door.
In his fantasies, she’d be waiting eagerly. Those pretty brown eyes beguiling.
“I want you, Cane. And I’ve waited so long. Will you take me now?” she’d ask in her soft, melodic voice with the stirring undertone.