Their Virgin Captive(68)

“We should discuss this Lyle.” If she could keep him talking, he’d be too busy to shoot people.



“The time to talk is over. I loved you, Hannah. I protected you. I was your angel.” He heaved an angry sigh. “But you’re just like the rest—a whore willing to spread her legs for rich men.

Tell me something, Hannah. How could you let those perverts degrade you? Spank you and shove that…thing up your ass? I would have treated you like a princess. I wouldn’t have let anyone else touch you. But they passed you around like a toy. How do you like being someone’s live blow-up doll?”

“It wasn’t like that.” She tried to keep her voice calm. Scott’s hand twitched. Still alive. How was she going to get him out of this before he bled to death?

He sneered. “I watched it. I heard it. It was disgusting. You let them turn you into a whore.” Then his face fell, and he looked close to spilling furious tears. “I just…tried to love you.” Arguing with the crazy man holding a gun seemed very dangerous. “I know.”

“I tried to save you. I knew what they were like.”

She nodded. “You tried to tell me. I didn’t understand. But I do now. I’m listening to every word.”

He stared at her, his black eyes narrowing. “I didn’t want to do it like this. I’d rather love you gently. But you don’t like it that way, do you, Hannah? You’re a little slut. I’m going to have to prove I’m more of a man than the three of them put together, aren’t I?” She didn’t like the sound of that. “They won’t let you take me.”

“They’re investigating Preston Ward’s death. They won’t be around for hours. I was surprised they left you here with the boss. I would have assumed they would protect their little slut, but maybe they’re done with you.”

He hadn’t seen Gavin make love to her in the parlor. Lyle had no idea that Gavin would protect her. If she could just find a way to stall him and get help…

The cameras. During their brief tour of the estate yesterday, Slade had shown her the security cameras that dotted the estate. She let her eyes roam carefully as he continued on his diatribe.

She was a whore, a slut, a bitch. That gun scared the hell out of her, and she couldn’t stop trembling, but his words didn’t touch her. She was loved. She was their woman, and anything she did with them was beautiful. Lyle was the perverse one.

There it was. A small, white camera pointed directly at her. It wasn’t moving, but the red light was on. It was working. Of course, none of it mattered if Gavin wasn’t watching. Even if he was, she feared that all he would see from that angle was her standing alone in the sunlight.

“Bitch, are you listening to me? Maybe I need to put another bullet in Scotty-boy to get your attention.” Lyle put the gun to the back of Scott’s head, and Hannah saw Scott tense. He wasn’t as far gone as she’d feared. Scott had a chance to survive, but only if Hannah played her cards right.

And she really only had one card left.

“I heard you, Lyle. I just didn’t understand everything. You didn’t show yourself before.

How was I supposed to know it was you? It could have been anyone.” The gun eased back, and he looked thoughtful. “I thought you would realize it was me. It was obvious.”

She shook her head. “Not to me.” Not to anyone.

“You’re a lying, little whore. Why should I believe you?” A nasty grin came across his face.

“I’ll tell you what, Hannah. I’ll let Scotty here live if you get in my car. We’re going to go away, you and me. I’ll show you a real man.”

Oh, she couldn’t get in that car. No way. No how. But if she got him away from Scott, she could run.



“A-all right.” Her voice shook.

“It’s not that easy, dear. First, I want a taste of what you’ve been giving the bigwigs. Take off the robe. Since you’re a slut, you can ride without clothes. You didn’t want to be my pure love?

You can be my sex slave. I can beat you just like they did. I’ll show you what kind of man I am.” Hiding her shudder, Hannah feared she already knew. He was a hateful misogynist who was so damaged, he would never heal. She wasn’t sure what had warped Lyle’s soul, and she didn’t care. She only cared that he didn’t kill anyone else.

Trembling, she let her hand find the tie on her robe. She’d wanted to be naked in the sunlight.

She wanted to wait for her men to find her and love her.

Now she could only hope that they would save her.





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Gavin found just what he needed in the kitchen. Chamomile tea. Hannah’d had a rough day.