Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 122242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 611(@200wpm)___ 489(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 611(@200wpm)___ 489(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
"You look good," Agent Sanders says.
I pause in the act of taking a bite of my taco. "Um, thanks," I mutter, not sure what else to say.
He leans up against the doorjamb, watching as I eat. "You looked good in your scrubs too." He smiles at me. "You're a beautiful woman, Faith."
My stomach churns uncomfortably. I force down the last bite of my taco and then quickly turn to clean up so I can escape back to my room. I can feel his eyes on me the entire time…feel the way he leers at me. I should have stayed in my room instead of coming for food. I've gone hungry for years. Not eating for a few more hours wouldn't have killed me.
Having food regularly is making me greedy. I'm getting used to being able to eat whenever I want. I need to be more careful. If Nikolai doesn't kill me when he finds me, my life is going to go right back to what it was before. Worse, probably. I need to keep my guard firmly in place. I can't let being here soften me up.
I finish cleaning the kitchen and turn to leave the room, only to jump backward. Agent Sanders is standing so close he's practically on top of me. He leers down at my chest, licking his lips. He looks at me exactly like Ivan does, like I'm a prize.
I take a step backward, trying to put some space between us. He grins and takes another step towards me.
"Please back up, Agent Sanders," I whisper, hating the way my voice shakes.
"Oh, so you're only on a first name basis with Hernandez?" he says. I think he's trying to tease, but he just sounds petulant. I didn't even realize I'd called Detective Hernandez by his first name. Sanders takes another step toward me, forcing me to back up again. "My name is Rick."
"Please back up," I say again.
He shakes his head, grinner wider. "Not until you say my name, babe."
I try to duck around him, but he flings out an arm, blocking me in. My back hits the wall, a whimper escaping my lips. He's not nearly as big as Octavio, but he's still a hell of a lot bigger than I am. He towers over me, making me feel small in a way that Octavio doesn't. Sanders makes me feel weak and afraid.
"Please let me go," I whisper again, cringing into the wall when he blocks me in with his body. He's so close I can feel his erection against my hip and smell the alcohol and cigarette smoke on his breath. My stomach threatens to rebel, the tacos that were sitting like rocks now fight to come back up. My hands shake, fear rushing through me in a powerful wave.
"You're so damn sexy," Agent Sanders says, reaching out to touch me.
I dodge his hand, which seems to annoy him. Irritation flares in his icy eyes. I don't think he's used to being told no or not getting what he wants. For whatever reason, he wants me, but the feeling is definitely not mutual.
"I bet Nikolai taught you all kinds of dirty tricks, didn't he?" he asks and reaches for me again. His hand lands against my shoulder, pushing me deeper into the wall. "Did he teach you how to suck cock, babe?"
I bite my tongue so hard I taste blood.
His hand creeps down my shoulder and then onto my chest. Before I can even react, he leans forward, his hot breath blowing across my face. His lips brush my cheek.
"Stop it right now," I say, trying to push him off me.
He leans into me, trapping me between the wall and his body. His erection digs into my stomach. I turn my head to the side, trying to keep him from kissing me. If he does, I'm going to throw up all over him. My entire body shakes, my legs threatening to give out beneath me.
"I'll scream," I warn him when he squeezes my breast.
"You know you want this," he says.
I shove hard against his shoulders, but he doesn't budge.
"Let me go," I whimper when he squeezes harder, sending a bolt of pain through me. "You're hurting me."
"So damn hot," he mumbles as his tongue touches the corner of my lip.
"I said let me go!" I scream, my voice so loud it borders on shrill. I push at his shoulders again, trying to get him to back up and let me go. I'm on the verge of a panic attack. I can feel it beating in my chest like the wings of a bird, squeezing the breath from my lungs.
"Sanders, what the fuck are you doing?" Agent Gunner snaps from somewhere behind him, his voice hard and angry. "Let her go right now."
Agent Sanders hesitates when he hears his partner's voice. I use his hesitation to my advantage and bring my knee up as hard as I can, nailing him right in the groin.