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 text from Christa.
We were wrong. Whoever took Libby did go farther into the condo. They ransacked her room and took the dress Eddie sent her.
“Fuck,” Jason muttered. He glanced at Tank. “Eddie has her.”
Tank nodded, not asking for more information as Jason pounded on the front door.
He had to wonder if Eddie really lived here with his parents. It seemed incredibly unlikely that he’d kidnapped Libby and brought her to his parents’ home, but this was where they needed to start.
He knocked again, several times, not waiting long in between before he did it again. By the time a thin, older man opened the door, Tank was next to Jason.
The man looked annoyed. “Can I help you?”
“Is this where Eddie Lopez lives?”
“May I ask who’s inquiring?”
“No, you may not fucking ask—”
Tank set a hand on Jason’s biceps. “We’re looking for Eddie the son, not the father. Does he live here?”
“None of your business.” The man started to close the door.
Tank stuck out his foot and stopped him, slamming his hand on the door at the same time. “I’m sorry, sir, but this is important. A woman is missing, and we think she’s with Eddie.”
The man gasped and took a step back. “There’s no woman here.”
“Her name is Libertad Garcia. You met her the other day,” Jason pointed out, grateful that Libby had given him all the details about her encounter with the Lopez family.
The man nodded. “I know Libertad. Eddie’s girlfriend. If she’s with him, she wouldn’t be missing. But I haven’t seen her today.”
Another man came from deeper in the house. “What’s going on, Franco?”
“These men are looking for Eddie’s girlfriend. They’re incredibly rude, too. Shoved their way into the house.”
The man’s expression went from curiosity to fury in seconds. He rushed the rest of the way forward and tried to shove Tank out of the way. Fat chance of that happening. There was a reason the man’s nickname was Tank.
Jason planted his hand on the door and gave it a firm shove at the same time, ensuring they could not be shut out of the house. “Look, the police are on their way here. They’ll be here any moment. You can either
