Twisted Desire (9 page)

He leaned down and sucked on one over the cup of my bra. “I’ve been dreaming of doing this every night since you got here,”
he moaned. “I know you came to find me so I could touch you like this. You’ve been starved for my cock ever since you saw me in the hallway. You’re finally going to get it, and I can’t wait.”

He shoved my bra down my chest, exposing my breasts, and moaned again as he twisted my nipples between his fingers.

“NOOOOO please stop!”
I wailed again, not caring if he hit me over and over. That was better than this. It felt like I was floating over my own body, watching him violating me from above, unable to move. The demented look on his face showed how completely insane he really was. I knew he would rape me.

He lifted his head again and moved to the button on my jean shorts, flinging it open and tugging them down my legs. I began to kick, trying to stop him, but froze when he pulled the gun hidden in the waistband of his pants.

“I’d advise you to stop fighting me, princess,”
he said in a chilled voice. “Your resisting now annoys the shit out of me. This little game of playing hard to get is old. Stop fighting and enjoy it because I know I will.”

He pressed the cold gun against my bare midriff, his eyes daring me to defy him. My hands flew to my eyes, and the sobs tore out of my throat. This was really happening, and no one was going to help me. Not even Tag.

“There you go,”
he practically sung in his high-pitched squeak. “You don’t have to watch, but you’re definitely going to feel.”

He finished pulling my shorts off my legs, then stared greedily at my purple lacy boy shorts. His disgusting tongue poked out of his lips and ran all around them as he ran a finger along the seam of my underwear. Bile rose up my throat and I gagged, chocking on it as it went back down.

His eyes darted to me. “No gagging allowed yet, princess,”
he squealed. “Not until I have my cock in your mouth. Seems as though you’re eager for that, hmm?”

He stood up and quickly undid his fly, then tore his black denim pants off of him, throwing them across the room. He wore tighty-whiteys, and his junk was pressing through, the sight making me gag again. My hand immediately went to my mouth, hoping he hadn’t noticed.
 

He came back to the bottom of the bed and got on all fours, looking me up and down, his beady eyes resting on my crotch. He licked his lips again as he began to crawl up my body, his eyes staying settled on my most private area. He settled himself down between my legs, the gun still resting on my stomach.

I was numb. This wasn’t happening. Once again I felt myself being lifted and floating in the air, watching the scene from above, as if this was happening to someone else. If I was dying, the timing couldn’t have been better.

He rested on his elbows as he traced the gun with his finger, up and down, back and forth. “I’m going to keep this gun here on your stomach,”
he said with his grin. “Do you think it will stay there as I’m pumping inside you?”

I felt my eyes roll to the back of my head, the numbness completely taken hold over my whole body. It was like it wasn’t even me under this vile man, but a stranger. For some strange reason, as he kept talking, I was taken back to our summer home on the beach. I could hear my favorite sound in the world, the ocean waves, and it brought calmness over me. A calming numbness as his finger traced the outline of the gun on my stomach.

He suddenly sat up between my legs and grabbed a hold of the top of my underwear. Still in my daze, I watched as he tore them from my body, then dropped them on the floor. He quickly got rid of his own underwear, and his pathetic cock sprung free.

He lunged for me and pressed a bruising and violent kiss to my lips. I was shaken out of my numbness for a moment and tried to move my head away, giving a cry. His hands grabbed my face and shook my head, holding tight as he continued to kiss me with his grotesque tongue trying to get in.
 

Hot tears streamed down my face as I suddenly opened my mouth and bit down hard on his tongue, making him cry out in shock and pain as his head flew back from the pain.
 

CRACK!

Another blow to my cheek, and another, and another. I was once again drifting out of my own body, watching this man hit and smack me in rage, my head tossing from side to side with each of his blows. What was so odd about this was I’d rather he continue hitting me than continue his sexual assault on my body.

“You stupid bitch!”
he screeched. “I’m bleeding now, and I can’t stand the taste of blood. You will pay for this! I know you want my cock, so why are you being so difficult about it?”

He stopped hitting and started to poke his cock at my entrance. “I’m not going to play nice anymore, whore,”
he said, his jaw clenched. “I was going to give you your pleasure first then go for mine, but not anymore. You are going to get a piece of my cock now, and trust me, I’m going to enjoy watching you as I slide in and out, in and out, making you come.”

As I felt him continue to poke at me, I closed my eyes as tight as possible and turned my burning face to the side.
 

“Look at me as I ram into you, you slut!”
he cried.

“Please,”
I whispered, finding what little strength I had to beg him to stop. “Please let me go.”

Suddenly there was pounding at the door.

“Rico, you son of a bitch, open the door!”

TAG!

Before Rico could move off of me, the door burst open, and Tag’s face was all I could see. Rico was suddenly lifted off of me, and I heard his body being slammed against the wall. The sound of flesh connecting with flesh was repeated over and over, along with Tag’s spewing words of threats of torture and death.

Roman rushed into the room, another man right behind him. His eyes bulged when he saw the scene before him, going back and forth between Tag and Rico, and me. He ordered the man with him to do something, then rushed over to me, covering my body with the sheet.

“GO!”
he roared at the guy, who ran from the room. He sat next to me, not making any move to stop Tag from beating the shit out of Rico.

“Are you okay, Ms. Santoro? Did he succeed in raping you?”

Screeching started sounding off in my head at his question, and the world was spinning. My face was still on fire from Rico’s blows, and all I could hear was Roman repeating his question. Suddenly my arms were being thrust into a robe, and the guy was back.
 

I watched silently as Tag pummeled a lifeless Rico and didn’t even care. Roman tilted his head toward me, then the man picked me up in his arms. I cried out, and Tag was suddenly beside me.

“Give her to me,”
he demanded of him.

“Tag, you need to stay here with me,”
Roman told him. “Let Theo take her to my doctor on board.”

Tag didn’t even look at him when he answered. “No, give her to me. I’ll take her.”

His voice must have told Roman not to argue. “All right, but as soon as you are done with the doctor, we are going to talk. Give her to Tag, Theo.”

I felt myself being shifted into Tag’s arms and couldn’t help but feel the softness of his T-shirt against my stinging cheek and his warm scent surround me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and closed my eyes,
still not able to quite believe my nightmare was over. As Tag turned to walk out the door, I opened my eyes and didn’t feel a thing when I saw Rico slumped against the wall, unconscious. His face had ballooned to twice its size from Tag’s blows, making him unrecognizable. The last thing I saw before Tag turned down the hall was Roman telling Theo something as he bent down to check Rico’s pulse.

Chapter 9

I sat beside her as the doctor asked her questions and examined her. When I started to leave the room after the doctor said he was going to start, thinking she’d want the privacy, she cried out for me to stay. She was sitting on that damn examination table shaking, tears falling down her battered face, holding her hand out for me. There was no way in hell I was going anywhere after seeing that.

It was all I could do to stay sane listening to her answer the doctor’s questions. My foot was tapping the floor a mile a minute, and my head was in my hands. I could feel the anger vibrating throughout my whole body, my blood literally boiling. I was going to find Rico and beat the shit out of him again after hearing the details of what he’d done.
 

Finally the doctor was finished, declaring she would be okay after the wounds on her face healed. He handed her two bottles of pills, one for the pain and the other to help her sleep. Hearing him tell her she was fortunate I’d made it before he’d succeeded in the raping her made me growl and sit at the end of my chair. Penny just nodded and whispered she knew that. I wanted to slam the doctor against the wall for reminding her of what had almost happened. She’d been through hell already.

The doctor excused himself and told her to take all the time she needed. She didn’t look at me, just sat there in that damn robe staring straight ahead. The bruises on her face had me absolutely fuming. I was barely hanging on by a thread to the little sanity I had, knowing Rico had caused them and knowing everything that Rico had done to her.

“Are you mad at me?”

The question had my head turning her way so fast, I thought it’d give me whiplash.

“What did you say?”
I asked her, not believing she’d really just asked me that.

She put her face in her hands, her shoulders slumping. “Are you mad at me?”

I was instantly up and kneeling in front of her. The urge to touch her was great, but I didn’t, not knowing if she’d welcome it after all she’d just been through. Instead, I just spoke.

“That’s what I thought you said, yet I can’t understand why the hell you’d even think it. No, querida, I’m not mad at you. I’m out for more of Rico’s blood, but no, I’m not mad at you.”

Her shoulders started to shake, telling me she was crying, and I couldn’t take it. I stood up and reached out my hand to her, then pulled it back, worried it would frighten her. Seeing her like that, my heart slammed in my chest. She didn’t deserve any of this—being kidnapped and now that bastard’s attack on her. I was pissed at Roman.
 

“Will you hold me?”

That request shook me out of my thoughts. “What?”
I had to make sure I heard her correctly.
 

Her face still in her hands, she asked again. “Will you hold me? Please?”
She raised her face a little to look at me, her salty tears leaving a path down her cheeks. I gave a little groan and sat up on the table next to her, taking her gently in my arms. I ran my hand up and down her back, trying in any way I could to help calm her down. I didn’t know if it was helping, but unless she told me to stop, I’d keep going. Her hot tears soaked my shirt, but I didn’t care; all that mattered was the girl in my arms and helping her recover.

“I thought you’d be mad at me for leaving the cabin,”
she suddenly said, her face still buried in my chest.

I continued stroking her back. “Well, yeah, I wasn’t happy but was more worried than anything. I’m just sorry it took me so long to finally find you.”
I clenched my jaw, berating myself.

“Don’t blame yourself, Tag,”
she said with a sniff. “What happened was totally my fault.”

Oh, hell, no. No way was she going to blame herself for that bastard’s action. I forced myself to stay calm as I replied.

“Listen to me, Penny,”
I started. “In no way, no way whatsoever is what happened your fault. It is one hundred percent Rico’s fault, and no one else’s. Don’t you ever blame yourself again for what he did.”

She looked up then, and the sight almost brought me to my knees. Her big almond-shaped eyes were filled with tears and…desolation? Whatever it was, I didn’t like it. Rico would pay for what he did to her.
 

“But if I had only stayed in the cabin, none of this would have happened,”
she whispered, her breaths coming out uneven after her tears.

I framed my hands around her face and pressed my forehead to hers. “I don’t care if you had marched straight to his cabin and knocked on his door, querida. This was not. Your. Fault.”