The Billionaire’s Forbidden Desire(104)
He rocked against her butt, and she quailed. She could feel the swollen hardness against…
God. He was going to rape her right here in the hospital. And if he pushed her face into the mattress like he’d threatened, nobody would hear anything.
Distract him. Make him talk.
“How is this for Libby?” Sophia said.
“She would’ve wanted me to take care of you. Just like I took care of her.”
“You…had sex with Libby?”
“Of course not, you sick fuck. She’s my sister.” The disgust in his voice was palpable. “But you’re not my sister, now are you?”
“At least be honest. There’s no ‘taking care’ of anyone here. You just want sex. No, you want to rape me.”
“You want honesty? Okay. Honestly, I’m helping you out. I know who you really are—what you really are—and I’m still willing to take you.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“You think anybody’s going to want you if they know how fucked up you are? How damaged?”
“My injuries aren’t a secret.”
“Oh, right, your mangled hip.” He chuckled, running a hand over her in a horrifying caress, flank and the back of her upper thigh. “But I wonder if they know you’re more fundamentally flawed.”
“George, seriously, I have no idea what you’re talking about. Get off m—”
“Didn’t you ever wonder why your daddy started to act erratic? Appearing drunk in public, all that stuff?”
What the hell? “He was drinking.” Or so she’d been told by everyone, including her mother.
“He had Huntington’s disease.”
“Hunting—what disease?”
“Huntington’s. It’s a genetic condition. Makes you unable to control your own body. That’s why he always appeared drunk. Sadly, Huntington’s disease is neither curable nor treatable. You degenerate over the years. You think your hip injuries are bad? Wait until Huntington’s hits you.”
“There’s no guarantee I’m going to have it too.” Biology hadn’t been her best subject, but she knew hereditary traits weren’t always passed on.
“You have a fifty percent chance of getting it. If you have the marker for the condition, you will get it.” His voice dropped half an octave. “That’s why I was going to step up and do the right thing. Do you honestly think anybody would want you if they knew? You can’t even have kids—not unless you want them to get it, too.”
She clenched her hands. There was no way she had any disease. George was making stuff up to justify what he’d done. “You’re lying.”
“Sorry, I’m not. Call Rick’s doctor. He’ll confirm everything.”
“You’re lying! Doctors make mistakes all the time!”
“Not with stuff like this.” He leaned down, his lips next to her ear, creating a sickening intimacy. “But I would’ve taken care of you. After all, I’m not just your best friend’s brother.” The chrysanthemum petals crushed under her face as he pressed her head down. “I’m your greatest fan.”
Oh god. He was the stalker!
She could feel the cool hospital air hit her thighs as he started working her skirt up. A fiery fury swept through her, giving her a burst of strength. She bucked, twisting. A wrist slipped out of his grip. She reached up behind her head and dug her nails into the flesh that she found there.
“Aagh!” He let go, putting a hand to his face. It came away smeared with blood. “Bitch! You’re gonna pay for that.”
She flipped over on her back, just as he raised a clenched fist. She held her hands out and screamed, her gaze darting around for anything she could use against him. She wasn’t going down without—
The door crashed open; George spun around. There was a looming shadow for a quarter-second and then Dane’s fist connected with George’s nose with a loud crunch.
Blood dripped from his nostrils and stained his clothes as George reeled back. Dane wasn’t done. He grabbed George by his suit lapels and hurled him into a wall, then followed up with a knee to the gut and another punch.
George collapsed, groaning.
Chad came into the room. Sophia thought, Chad? but then he was at her side, looking at her and cursing under his breath. “You all right?”
“Yeah.” Her voice shook. She hugged herself. “He didn’t really get to do anything. But how…why are you…?”
Chad jerked his chin at Dane. “He hired me.”
Then it dawned on her. The “priceless” surprise Dane had mentioned…