Layover (Open Skies #1) - Becca Jameson Page 0,70

the door and looked in the mirror. Her hair was still in the bun that was now a disaster sticking out all over. She used the toilet and then washed her hands and splashed water on her face.

“Hurry up, Libertad. You have five minutes before I come in there.”

Shit. She quickly took off her tank top and shorts before lifting the dress off the hanger and pulling it over her head. Fuck. A glance down revealed how low cut the front of the dress was. It showed far too much cleavage and her nipples were insanely obvious.

She was no prude, but this dress was suitable only for a private striptease, and not with the man currently waiting for her on the other side of the door.

He knocked, making her jump. “Time’s up.”

She took a breath and opened the door, crossing her arms over her chest.

He stepped inside, eyeing her from head to foot and back up. “Panties off. I can see the line of them. It’s not attractive. This dress was meant to be worn without undergarments.”

She took a step back.

He grabbed her arm and yanked her against his chest. “You’re trying my patience, Libertad. Panties off, now, or I tie your wrists to the shower curtain rod and remove them myself. Maybe that’s what you want? Is it? Is your pussy already wet for me? I’m beginning to think you’re one of those women who enjoy being taken against her will.” The corner of his lip lifted in a smirk. “I can play that game if you like it, Libertad. It makes my dick all kinds of hard.”

She shook her head. “No. I don’t fantasize about rape, Eddie. Let me go.” She yanked her arm hard enough to free herself and stepped back until she hit the wall.

He smirked again. “We’ll see. Now, take the panties off.” He held out a hand.

She’d been scared earlier, but now she was fucking terrified. He was going to end up raping her before this night was over. She could sense it. Her hands were shaking as she reached under the edge of the silk and quickly pulled her thong down her body, hoping she managed it without giving him a glance at her pussy.

His hand was still outstretched, and she reluctantly set the thong in his palm.

He brought it to his nose and inhaled before stuffing them in his pocket.

She held her breath for every second of that, not exhaling until the panties were out of sight. If he had any nose at all, he would have smelled Jason on her panties. She hadn’t changed clothes since she left him last night. It had been late when she got home. All she’d done was change into her tank and shorts. The thong would still have remnants of his semen on them.

For some reason it gave her a sense of pleasure knowing that another man’s semen was still inside her, still lingered on her pussy. Fuck Eddie.

“Now take your hair down and fix it. I like it loose, down your back.” He pointed at the vanity. “Everything you’ll need is in the drawers.” He leaned against the doorframe. “Hurry. I don’t have all day.”

She shoved off the wall and started going through the drawers until she found a brush. Her hands were shaking as she took the thick band out of her hair and then started working the brush through the knotted mess.

Think, Libby. You have to get yourself out of this house. No one knows where you are. She groaned inside her head as she pictured her phone on the kitchen table, the phone that Jason could have used to track her.

Is he looking for me yet? She didn’t know what time it was or how long she’d been out from being drugged, but she did know Christa had been due home in the early afternoon. And Libby nearly smiled when she remembered the coffee and the shattered mug. Christa would know something was wrong the moment she got home. How long ago was that?

Eddie spoke of having dinner later, so she had to assume she’d only been asleep a few hours. Maybe she could convince him to let her out of this room. If he locked her inside, she didn’t stand much of a chance. It was doubtful anyone would hear her screaming from wherever this basement was.

Chapter 31

Jason’s phone buzzed in his pocket as he reached the front door of the Lopez mansion. He yanked it out and read a