Compromising Love (The American Soldier Collection 10)

What was he saying? That he would buy her? That she would be his sex slave? She would rather die a thousand deaths than succumb to his touch, his possession.

“You need to cooperate, Aspen. If we have to mess up this pretty face and this sexy body, some shady characters will be the only ones interested in purchasing you.”

“You’re sick!” she yelled at him and tried pulling away only to lose her balance from the chains binding her to the concrete as she fell to her side. In a flash he gripped her hips and straddled her.

She felt the pain on her back as it scraped against the concrete. He gripped her throat, her arms reached out to stop him but then came right back to the concrete because of the short chains she was attached to. Pain radiated through her arms, her shoulders.

Iakov smirked. He trailed a finger over her lips as he maintained his hold on her neck with his other hand.

“You will go for a very high price, Aspen. You know why?” he asked her.

She felt the tears sting her eyes. Iakov was a monster. He was enjoying this.

“Because you like to get fucked in every hole. There’s no need to ease you into it. The man or men who get to have you will probably tie you to a bed, or maybe just to a pole and have their way with you whenever the urge is there.”

He cupped her breast and squeezed it.

“No! No, you can’t do this. Stop. Stop it please!” she cried out.

“There are three men right now in the running to make you theirs.” He continued to play with her body, and do what he wanted. She cried, felt like vomiting.

“One wants you for himself. He likes to use whips and chains to ensure his slaves are obedient. They don’t last long though. A week tops, before they die from his actions.”

She whimpered as he pinched and pulled on her breast.

“The other likes to share, too. Something you’ve grown accustomed to over the last several weeks, from what my sources say.”

She didn’t want to hear any more. She couldn’t take it as tears streamed down her cheeks.

She needed to change the subject, and get him to stop torturing her body.

“What sources?” she asked, voice quivering.

“Ahh…just a few individuals working at your lovers’ company.” He lifted up so he could push his hand under her dress and up her thigh. She tried wiggling away, and he thrust downward on her, making her hip and back ache from the heavy weight of his body. He squeezed her throat tighter and she couldn’t fend him off, being restrained like this. Her wrists burned as the skin broke and she began to bleed.

She felt his hand move up her thigh to her mound.

“You know Pamela,” he told her. That woman was a conniving liar. She hoped that her men saw through her lies and knew that Pamela aided in her abduction. They would look at the surveillance tapes. They would see the truth right there. But if Pamela blocked those cameras somehow, the men wouldn’t know the truth. She worried that they might believe her and fall victim to Pamela’s lies. If Aspen died, would Pamela get her claws into the five men Aspen loved with all her heart?

“Oh I know her. I broke her fucking nose, the weak bitch.” Aspen spat at him and Iakov rose up and slapped her face. Blood dripped from her cracked lip and she cried in pain.

“Iakov, the boat is ready!” one of his men yelled to him from the doorway.

He stood up then reached in his pocket to grab a key.

“You’re not so tough now are you?” he asked, and when he bent down to place the key in the lock by her head, she head butted him. Blood splattered everywhere even on her face. He grabbed his nose and yelled in anger before he retaliated.

He unlocked the lock, lifted her up, and shoved her forward. She fell to her knees scraping them as he kicked her and yelled at her to move faster.

She gasped for air from the strikes to her ribs but knew she needed to make a move before they got her to the dock.

She saw the piece of metal bar and grabbed for it.

He pulled a gun and she swung with all her might.

The gun fired, missing her, but she didn’t miss him. He fell over and she ran, picking up the gun but then dropping it because of the bindings on her wrists. She needed that gun, and she struggled to pick it up best she could with the bindings still in place. She looked around quickly then ran the other way away from the dock and boats.

She didn’t know where to go when she heard yelling in Russian, then some sort of commotion outside and behind her. She was out of breath, unable to get enough oxygen into her lungs because of the pain in her ribs. She knew they must be broken.