Tease Me(13)

I pushed past him. “Let me speak to her.”

Carl opened the door and flicked on the light. It hummed, slowly growing brighter and brighter. I narrowed my eyes and was surprised by what I saw.

The cop wasn’t anything like I expected. She was feminine and pretty, with soft brown hair and green eyes. She was thin and athletic, with muscular legs that looked so smooth, begging to be touched. She was wearing a tight black and pink dress that had ridden up. I could see half her ass cheek.

Was she not wearing underwear? Warmth tingled the tip of my dick.

Fuck.

That didn’t matter. She was bound and gagged. Her makeup ran down her face from crying, and a pair of pink stilettos had been tossed in the closet next to her.

“¿Qué haces?” I said in Spanish.

The cop—if you could call her that—glared at me. She said something, but her voice was muffled from the gag.

“Take that off,” I said to Diego. He stepped in, and the cop thrashed away, unable to get up since her hands and feet were tied together. Diego grabbed her harshly, and I had to fight the urge to tell him to be careful.

I blinked. Why did I care? And why was I feeling hot and bothered by watching her squirm around? My eyes dropped from her face to her thighs. Her dress moved again. I licked my lips. I caught a glimpse of a black thong.

Diego stepped back, and the cop caught me staring. She bent her legs, doing her best to cover herself.

“What the fuck do you want from me?” she spat in English.

“¿Qué haces?” I repeated, still speaking Spanish.

“I don’t know what you’re saying!” she cried. “Please, just let me go! I won’t say anything, but that doesn’t fucking matter. It’s not like you can understand me anyway.”

I tipped my head, watching her. She yanked at the ropes around her wrists. They were coming loose, and she knew it. But she was acting like she wasn’t aware.

She was smart. Was she trying to play us? She should be. I stepped forward. She squinted her eyes, taking a good look at my face. Her jaw tightened, and she swallowed hard.

“Get the fuck away from me!” she yelled. “Please! Just let me go!”

I pushed my shoulders back. “Did you find any identification on her?” I asked Diego.

“Yes, señor,” Diego answered. “Do you want me to get it, senor?”

“No, but leave us. I need to ask our guest a few questions.”

“Yes, señor,” Diego said and backed away. I knew he and Carl were in the hall, both curious of the girl and protective of me.

I knelt down and looked at the woman. She was pretty, and hate burned in her eyes. It wasn’t something I was used to seeing. Women’s eyes often smoldered when they looked at me, but with lust. Not abhorrence.

Bits of hay and feathers stuck in her hair. Oh, right. Diego was driving a livestock truck across the border. They had thrown her in the back. I wished they hadn’t done that.

I reached out to pull a feather from her hair.

“Don’t touch me,” she spat, but I didn’t stop. I gently grabbed the feather, pulling it out and showing her what I had done. Her face softened for a second.

Then I jerked forward, taking her hands in mine. She pulled back, almost knocking me off balance. I wasn’t expecting her to be that strong.

“Just get it over with,” she said, tears pooling in her eyes. “Just rape and kill me and get it over with.”

I let go of her hands and stood, backing up a few steps. I looked at her and spoke in English, “I might be a very bad man who does very bad things, but I’m no rapist.”

She looked up at me and blinked. “You speak English?”

I laughed. “Of course I do.”

She pulled her lips over her teeth. “Let me go. Please. I won’t say anything to anyone.”

I ran my hand over my hair and sighed. “I can’t do that.”

“Please,” she begged.

“No.”

She shook her head and blinked. Tears rolled down her cheeks. I didn’t like crying women. Something about them made me uncomfortable.

“Who are you?” I asked her.

“Ellie.”

“Do you have a last name, Ellie?”

“Yes,” she said. “Morgan. And I’m a cop, as you know,” she panted. “Your men shot my brother.”

“You’re awfully chatty.”

She glared at me again. “You’re going to find this out anyway. Might as well speed up the process.”

I laughed. “Listen, Ellie, I didn’t ask my men to take you. But you’re here now, and something has to be done about it.”

She closed her eyes and pressed her trembling hands against her face. “If you’re going to kill me, just do it. And do it quick.”