Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 96167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
“Whose shirt is this?” Matias gripped the neckline hanging off her shoulder, gathering the foul-smelling material in his fist. “If you give me a name, I won’t torture him before I kill him.”
She averted her eyes to the window.
Van Quiso and Tate Vades were around the same size, but he bet it belonged to Tate. He didn’t put it past that bastard to send her off bathed in his own stink.
He ripped the shirt from neck to thighs, baring round, perky tits and dusky nipples. His pulse kicked up, rushing a torrent of heat to his cock.
Her free arm shot up and hugged her breasts. “What are you—?”
“You wouldn’t believe the places I find bugs.” He battled her gaze, never looking away.
“Bugs?” Lines formed on her forehead.
“Listening devices, GPS chips, countermeasures… They hide in the tightest crevices.” Matias clasped her inner thighs and spread them apart, relishing the quiver across her skin.
“You think someone shoved a mic up inside me?” She injected a squeak in her voice and blinked rapidly.
She might’ve been angling for the scared little girl look, but there wasn’t a hint of worry in her eyes. That meant he wouldn’t find a bug between her legs. Probably not a hymen either, but he’d wait until they were alone to check that.
“Some chips are implanted in the skin.” He trailed his fingers over her panties, along her ribs, and paused at the undersides of her breasts. “Lower your arm.”
She heaved out a breath and gripped the armrest, her other hand twisting in its locked position against the chair.
Wedging his hips between her legs, he took his time reacquainting himself with the velvety texture of her golden skin. She’d bloomed into flawless proportion, the firm weight of her tits perfect handfuls and peaked with taut nipples begging to be clamped.
There were no incision marks, no bugs, but it was the twitch in her eye that confirmed he was searching the wrong place. A twitch she’d tried to hide as a kid whenever he’d flirted with the older girls who worked in the grove.
She wasn’t scared. She was pissed.
Curious how she hadn’t applied the martial arts training she’d learned over the years. He’d given her plenty of opportunities to lock him in a leg choke. Maybe she was waiting to attack him when they were alone, when he wouldn’t have back up. Or perhaps Nico was her only target.
Matias moved up her chest, hands roaming over the exquisite lines of her collarbones, along her neck, and paused at her pouty lips. “Open.”
Her jaw lowered, but he didn’t miss the half-second of hesitation or the flicker in her chocolate gaze. An anxious crack in her facade. After all this time, he could still read her.
He gripped her wrist and held it to the armrest. His other hand flattened her back against the seat.
“Picar.” He nodded at the doctor. “Dale pues.”
She whipped her head around and glared at the syringe in Picar’s hand. “What is that? What are you doing?”
“Something to help you sleep.”
“No, I don’t need that.” Eyes wild, she bucked in the seat, going nowhere. “Don’t you fucking drug me!”
Picar leaned over and pierced the needle into her pinned arm, his hands steady despite her thrashing and spitting. When the syringe emptied, he gathered his things and hobbled toward the rear of the cabin.
Her lungs pumped for air, her expression furious, but her body began to weaken, slumping beneath the weight of the sedative.
“Se arrepiente de esta. Enorme missst…take.” Her head rolled, and she snapped it upright. “I hate you.”
“No, you don’t. You hate that you fear me.” He brought his mouth to her ear. “Step inside and show me your teeth.”
“Youuu chucha mmmwotherfruck…errr.” She blinked heavily, her tongue lolling in her mouth. “Ima gonna…picar yerrr bwalllz off…n’kwill…” Her chin hit her chest. “You…dead.”
He buckled in her limp body, brushed the hair from her face, and sat back on his heels.
She’d vacillated between weak and pissed, scared and brave, as if trying maintain her ruse with Nico but falling off-kilter with Matias. He knew she was still uncertain about his role in this.
He sensed the little girl inside of her warring with the grown woman. The girl longed for him to be the boy she remembered while the woman knew the truth. But her reality was probably confusing the two, leaving her unbalanced, guarded, and consumed with hatred.
He’d anticipated all of this, and though her hatred felt like a thousand knives twisting in his heart, it was a necessary part of the plan.
If she thought she hated him now, God help her. She had no idea what was coming.
DISTORTED SOUNDS STIRRED at the edges of oblivion. A throb penetrated the darkness and hammered through Camila’s skull.
Matias fucking drugged me!
She lay on her side, the surface beneath her hard and smooth. No longer on the airplane?