Page 12 of Claiming Sarah

Sinking to the dust covered floor, hands flying up to my head, I give into the madness, letting the voices talk over each other, drowning me out until only a sliver of sanity remains.

Sarah.

SARAH

Blinking my eyes open, I’m greeted with the same fluorescent lights I fell asleep under with no concept of time. Shifting into an upright position, I note a familiar stickiness between my thighs.

No!

My free hand darts down my pants, moaning at the first brush of my fingers over my swollen clit.

He did.

Shame and arousal burn through me, but I don’t stop my fingers from skating across my clit, over and over again. Pleasure crests and I’m transported back to the prior night, a gentle tongue giving careful licks. I imagine it’s his tongue stroking me, bringing me to the ledge I thought I’d never stand on again.

The door bangs open and I jump, snatching my hand away, cheeks burning. Literally caught with my hand in the cookie jar.

He stalks forward, boots pounding into the floor, pulling the door closed behind him. His shoulders heave up and down, drawing my attention to the gas mask adorning his face.

Instinctively, my lungs pause their work, preventing the flow of air. The fucker is drugging me with gas and whatever he slipped into that damn smoothie. I glare at him, silently daring him to come closer. The mask only protects his face.

“Let me ease you,” he rasps, voice hoarse and husky, a combination that tightens my nipples. But I’ve seen this movie before with my daughter as the star actress.

“Go fuck yourself,” I snap, forgetting to hold my breath. My guilty hand curls into a fist and I ignore the wetness on my fingers.

“You had no right,” I snarl, nails digging into my palms. It doesn’t matter how good it made me feel. I never consented. My eyes stare daggers into him, daring him to disagree.

“You enjoyed it.” Confusion and a glimmer of heat seep into his voice.

“That doesn’t matter. You didn’t ask,” my finger stabs at him. “You had no right. Do not fucking touch me again.” My chest heaves, heart banging against my ribs.

His head cocks, reminding me of an animal right beforethey attack. My head is shaking before he even starts marching toward me.

“No!” I scream, scooting as far as my shackles allow, shaking my head and sending my hair flying around my face.

He stops less than a foot away, heavy breathing filling the air.

“Please,” I beg again. “Please don’t touch me.”

“You liked it.” He almost sounds confused, causing me to briefly wonder his age. It didn’t matter.No meant no, fucker.

“You drugged me,” I try to reason with him, breast heaving and hardened nipples scraping the insides of my bra. My feet jerks toward me when he kneels, stretching a hand toward one foot.

“Let’s make a trade.” I blink at him, uncertain of how I feel about the desperation lacing his words. No guy had everbarteredto eat me out.

“Let me go?—”

“No.” His hand creeps under my pants leg, wrapping slender fingers around my calf.

“Pick something else,” he says, idly rubbing my skin, hand easing higher.

“I want to call my daughter.” My chin lifts, daring him to refuse me when he threatened me with her.

Did he?

I push the traitorous thought aside. He mentioned Lauren while I’m chained up in the middle of who knows where. It’s enough.

“Two minutes,” he agrees, dragging his nails past my knee, stretching my scrubs with half his arm under the material. “No hints, no details, no code words.” He leans forward, and my head thumps against the wall in a rush to evade him.

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