Free The Touch by Jaymie Holland

paused,
dipped his head, and ran his tongue around the nipple he hadn’t
pinched. Heat flushed her body as her nipple turned hard despite
the fact she was ready to kill him. He laughed before he slammed
the door shut and strode around to the driver’s side of the
vehicle.
    A woman climbed into the front passenger seat
and cast an amused expression over her shoulder at Chandra before
turning and putting on her seatbelt. The man called Richmond got
inside the Hummer, shut his door, and slowly raked his gaze over
Chandra’s naked form.
    “Can we play, boss?” Richmond asked.
Chandra’s heart chilled when she saw his erection pressing against
his black pants.
    Her eyes met Mike’s as she swung her gaze to
the rearview mirror. She didn’t like the smile on his face one bit.
“Maybe later,” he said. “Depends on how well she behaves and how
fast that chip is delivered.”
    Chandra refused to look at Richmond or Mike
as he guided the Hummer away from Wade’s home. Instead, she stared
out the window.
    It was still pretty dark, but thanks to
streetlights and signs she could tell which way they were
traveling. There weren’t many parts of the Phoenix valley that she
didn’t know, but soon Mike was heading north on the Black Canyon
Freeway, taking her farther away from territory she was familiar
with.
    Cool air from an open window continuously
brushed her bare breasts and her stomach felt sick as she felt
Richmond’s lustful gaze.
    Her thoughts returned to Wade as Mike drove.
What kind of substance had been sprayed on him? Did she really see
his form waver then appear almost transparent before becoming solid
again?
    Her head swam with everything that had
happened. Her knees and palms ached from the glass cuts and her
cheek stung. She’d never felt so completely vulnerable as she did
at that moment. Naked, tied up, being driven someplace where she’d
be held for ransom—for something they’d never get because she sure
as hell wasn’t going to turn the microchip over to them.
    It took a while, but they finally reached a
plain ranch-style home that stood in the middle of several acres of
desert. It looked like the closest neighbor was a good mile away.
Chandra’s shoulders sagged. Wade would never find them out here. If
he would even look for her.
    But he knew she had the chip.
    He would try to find her, if only for
that. What kind of secrets did the microchip hold that were so
valuable?
    Once they had parked, Mike climbed out then
forced Chandra out of the car and toward the house. Rocks bit into
her feet before they reached the smooth sidewalk leading to the
house, and then she felt coarse carpet as they entered the
home.
    When they were inside, Mike pushed her into a
recliner and she winced as she automatically braced herself and her
hands hit the arms of the chair. The moment she was down, he pushed
her shirt completely away from her body and pried her legs open
with his knee.
    “Spread your legs again, bitch,” Mike said as
he shoved them apart. “And leave them that way.”
    More tears ached at the back of Chandra’s
eyes as she was forced to obey, but damned if she was going to
cry—even when every man and woman who walked into Mike’s home took
a good look at her body.
    Her gut clenched and she swallowed hard.
She’d never been so humiliated and mortified in all her life.
    Mike ordered Richmond to stay while the rest
of his mercenaries went with him into another room. “Keep your
hands off the bitch,” Mike ordered. “Just keep an eye on her.” His
gaze raked her naked body and he smiled. “For now.”
    Richmond smiled.
    Chandra’s heart stuttered and fell to her
stomach.
    When Mike left the room, she saw that
Richmond had an erection that seemed to grow bigger as he pointed
his incredibly large rifle at her.
    She looked away and studied the stucco on one
of the walls. If she tried hard enough, she could see patterns in
the paint swirls.
    But her mind kept returning to the mess she
was in, her