Page 30 of Seduced by a SEAL

Dark eyes flickered over her with interest, lingering on her breasts. Chilling her to the core. Her nipples pressed against the fabric of her thin dress, pebbling from the cold, and she could practically see his mouth watering.

“It’s a damn shame I couldn’t take you for a test ride,” he said with a smirk, reaching out and lightly caressing one of her breasts as she pulled away. “Maybe they’ll let me try you out later. After your buyer gets his fill of you.”

She let out a choked cry and trembled as a dark van pulled up the driveway. Three men in dark clothes climbed out, storming over to her and the tattooed man. Each of them were carrying weapons, and one glanced back over his shoulder at the idling vehicle, a driver still waiting inside. “Miguel’s on the move,” one of them said. “Rumor has it he’s on his way here.”

Camila’s ears perked up. Her father was coming to rescue her? She stood perfectly still, hoping they didn’t realize she was listening to the conversation.

“How could he know where she is?” the tattooed man snapped. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a packet of cigarettes, lighting one. The soft glow of the embers lit up in the darkness, and she tried not to retch at the smell. At the nausea she was feeling after not eating for more than twenty-four hours. “He’s got property all over Colombia. What the hell would let him know we’ve taken over this compound?”

“He killed one of her bodyguards. The fools came back demanding a bigger ransom for his daughter after they kidnapped her. The second one was willing to talk after the first lost his life.”

“Fuck. Where is he now?”

“The bodyguard? Both are dead.”

Camila took a step back, her eyes widening. The tattooed man reached out and yanked her back toward him, the ashes from his cigarette falling onto her bare skin. “I’ll be coming for you later, beautiful.” She winced as his fingers gripped her wrist tightly, binding her to him.

“Who are you?” she demanded.

She tried to wrench her wrist free from his grip, and he chuckled. “Just an old rival of your father’s. Remember that massive fire a year ago? Your father torched our caco crops—it cost me millions. But I’m about to get my revenge.”

Camila stared up at him, a feeling of dread washing over her. Was he planning to kill her father? Her? Attempt to take over the entire cartel?

If her bodyguards had already been killed, how much chance did this man have? Her father already knew what was happening.

“And what do you need me for?” she asked, raising her chin defiantly.

He chuckled. “We’re in the same business as your father—moving drugs and women. I’m having a special auction just for you though. Usually men don’t care what whore they end up with when we sell them. A warm cunt is all they need,” he sneered as she shivered.

“I’ve taken a woman or two myself over the years. Reaped the benefits of this business. But you?” he asked, slowly circling around her. Examining every inch of her in the darkness.

She shivered, despite her efforts to remain still. To not quake in front of the group of men before her. “The daughter of the infamous Miguel Rodriguez? Your father cost me millions, but I’m about to make it all back. There are lots of men willing to fuck the likes of you. They’ll pay big money for the chance. Hell, maybe I’ll sell you for a night at a time.”

“No,” she said, taking a step back. “I won’t do it.”

“You’ll do whatever the fuck I tell you,” he snarled. “Hell. I’ll fuck you right here myself in front of all these other men—then let them each have a turn.”

He nodded at the men from the van, and two of them began walking toward her.

“No!” she shouted, turning to run. Stumbling in the dark as she blindly took off. After only a few steps they were grabbing her by the arms. Lifting her into the air. She screamed again, twisting and writhing as she tried to break free.

“Knock her out,” a dark voice commanded.

She cried out again as something hard hit the top of her head, and then she succumbed to the darkness.

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