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Monte looked at Curtis and shook his head. This fucking sucked. God only knew what this asshole was doing to Susanna in there. They had learned through the files Susanna left in the safe that he had tortured her, whipped her, and beat her often. She was forced to be at his beck and call after he supposedly saved her from her uncles’ abuse as well. She in return stole from him, took money, and stashed it away in a plan to escape. Three years ago, she’d succeeded and along the way met other women who were being abused or enslaved, and she’d saved them. She was an amazing woman. All of her friends were, and together they’d overcome their pasts and built Dixie Chix.
He and BJ had been shocked when they read all these things. This was what she was afraid to reveal to them. Ava told them both that Susanna feared getting intimate with anyone and she had remained focused on the business and taking care of all of them. Well, that was going to change. Once they saved her from Casper, Susanna was going to learn that she was their woman to love and take care of.
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Susanna slowly opened her eyes to the sound of muffled voices. Blinking them opened and closed, she took in her surroundings as she tried to move. She panicked the moment she realized that she was tied to a bed wearing only her bra and panties. Her face hurt and her body ached. Her lips were so dry, and she could feel the deep slit. One eye she could hardly see out of. There wasn’t much slack in the rope. That was Casper. He never worried about causing permanent damage. He was only concerned with himself.
When they arrived in downtown Dallas, she recognized the multiple sets of hotels along the main highway. The limo pulled into a back parking lot, and Casper’s bodyguard escorted her inside. No one was around. It was late in the evening and they entered with a special keycard then headed into the elevators.
By the time they got her to the room, a presidential suite, of course, Casper had his hands all over her. As soon as he untied her hands, she made her move. She fought his advances and threw a right hook, hitting him in the jaw and splitting his lip. That felt incredible, but it cost her as his bodyguard held her and Casper struck her numerous times until she passed out.
God only knows what I look like.
She hoped he hadn’t raped her, but if he had, she figured she would be completely naked and sore. She took steady breaths and listened to her body and absorbed any odd sensations. Other than bruises on her skin, everything seemed okay. He wanted her to be conscious when he did her. She knew that, and that hang-up of his gave her more time.
She could see the city skyline through the large windows from where she lay. It was late evening by now, and she slowly turned her head toward the doorway. It was slightly ajar, probably so he could hear her when she awoke. She lay there in silence trying to understand the muffled voices. Was that Spanish?
As she took a deep breath, she felt the pain in her ribs. Surely they were bruised again, but the worst part was her mouth and cheek. They throbbed. She used what little saliva she had on her tongue to press against the cut on her lip. It hurt so bad she felt the tears in her eyes.
The door opened and there stood some huge guy. Was that another guard? He made his way inside and walked over to her.
She closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep while he checked her pulse, as if she could possibly have died from Casper’s beating. Shit! She had been through worse than this with him, and then his hands roamed over her belly to her breast. The bastard was copping a feel. She remained motionless until he decided that feeling her breasts wasn’t enough and he inched his fingers over to her mound.
Her legs weren’t tied down, so she shoved her knee up hard, hitting him in the nose. His blood splattered everywhere as he yelled, stood up, then punched her in her thigh.
She cried out as Casper entered the room with three other men.
“What did you do?” one Hispanic man yelled.
“She kicked me in the nose.”
“He touched me,” she stated as her leg throbbed
in pain.
“Get him the fuck out of here before I kill him,” Casper stated, but as the man began to walk by him, Casper slugged the guy in the stomach, making him fall to the rug. He kneed him then kicked him as he lay on the floor. Once he rid himself of his rage, Casper straightened out his shirt and stepped over the body. His guards carried out the other man, and she was now alone with Casper.
She could see the red mark on her thigh, and so could Casper as he gently ran the palm of his hand over it.
“I’m sorry he hurt you. I should have remembered how enticing you are to other men. You teased him with your body. A body that belongs to only me.” He squeezed her thigh where the man had punched her. She moaned in pain and she wished her hands weren’t tied to the ropes. She wished she could stop him or anyone else from touching her.
He ran his hand up her inner thigh as he scooted closer.
“Tell me where he touched you.”
When she hesitated he pinched her inner thigh, and she cried out.
“Where?” he asked again, and she tried to catch her breath only for him to pinch her again.
“Stop, please stop.”
“Then tell me. You’re out of practice, Susanna. You need retraining and discipline. Now tell me where he touched you.”
“First my breast then my belly and then over my mound,” she whispered.
His eyes held hers as he moved onto the bed and straddled her lower legs.
“Here?” he asked as he pressed his finger over the crevice between her breasts. She shook her head.
