Page 16 of Holiday Hostage
If these two thought they could have a go without me screaming my guts up, they had another think coming.
A hand covered my mouth, a low voice whispering in my ear. “Quiet. They’ll hear you.”
That was the whole fucking point. I twisted my body and bit his hand the same way I had my captor.
“Did you just bite me?” He removed his hand.
The man by the door laughed.
“Damn it, Reed, it’s not funny.” The one pinning me to the floor shifted his weight.
I managed to haul in enough air to speak. “I’d rather die than let you touch me.” I used one of the moves I’d been taught, bucking my hips and twisting at the same time.
It wasn’t perfect, but it caught him by surprise and threw him off the side.
I leaped to my feet, elbowed the fallen man in the mouth, and wheeled to catch the other in the solar plexus, following it up with a hit to the face that snapped his head back.
The gust of expelled breath told me I’d hit the right spot, and by the time he doubled over, I was out the door and running.
My stocking feet gave me an advantage as I ran, but I had no idea where to go.
The door leading outside was supposed to be straight ahead, but all the light I’d expected to see had vanished.
I turned to the right, my hand outstretched as I attempted to find a wall to guide me.
Something scraped along the floor, my brain recognizing the sound of a footstep before my body caught up enough to turn away from the sound.
I slammed into something solid…and warm.
Hands settled on my waist and pushed me backward. “Careful.”
The low, husky voice reminded me of velvet and leather.
Soft but rough, the coarse edginess bordering on sinful.
It was the kind of voice that lingered in the night.
I threw myself backward and to the side, using my hand on his chest for added momentum. How many of them were in on this?
Didn’t matter. I refused to stop running, to stop fighting, until I drew my last breath.
I ducked around a corner and sprinted forward.
“I wouldn’t go that way.” The voice almost taunted me with its casual tone.
“Fuck you.” I let the adrenaline push me harder.
My arms pumped, and a woozy sensation sent my vision spiraling.
Dehydration and lack of food, combined with terror and adrenaline were a bitch to conquer.
I gritted my teeth and kept going.
One second, I was gaining ground–based on the steps behind me growing faint–-and the next my head cracked against something even harder than the man’s chest.
I windmilled my arms and tried to keep going, but gravity took me down, and my world went black.
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