"Joanna Wylde - The Price of Pleasure" - читать интересную книгу автора (Wylde Joanna)

other room. She froze in place, heart thumping. After a moment’s silence she laughed
nervously to herself, convinced she had imagined it. Perhaps the long hours were
getting to her...
Moving quickly and efficiently once her hair was out of the way, she set her basket
on a low table, picked out a set of linens and headed toward the bedroom. As she
opened the door a pair of strong arms grabbed her from behind, and she was pulled
back against a large, unyielding form. Calla tried to scream, but the noise was instantly
muffled by a hand that covered her face. Something sharp pricked her neck, and she
knew she was in big trouble.
“What are you doing here?” a deep voice whispered harshly in her ear. Calla tried
to answer, but her captor’s hand still covered her mouth. “I’ll let you speak, but if you
scream I’ll cut your throat. Don’t try to play games with me.”
“I-I-I’m C-C-Calla,” she said, stuttering slightly in fear. The blade pressed more
sharply against her neck. “I w-w-work here, I clean the rooms.”
The man’s hand and arm slipped lower, clasping her across her chest and effectively
pinning both her arms. His body was hard against her back, his arm a band of iron
trapping her. Even if he wasn’t holding a knife to her throat, there was no way she’d be
able to get away from him.
“I gave strict orders to Mistress Jenner not to have anyone come in here today. I’m
going to check your story out,” he said, arms not moving an inch. “If you’re lying, this is
the time to tell me. Otherwise I’ll kill you.”
“I’m not lying,” Calla whispered. She could scarcely breath, she was so frightened.
He would do it, he would actually kill her. She could tell from his voice that he was
serious.
The man keyed a small comset attached to his shoulder with his chin. “Tiernan, this
is Seth. I’ve caught a woman going through my room.” he said. “She claims to work for
the hostel. Her name is Calla. Can you confirm this for me?”
“Yes, sir,” Tiernan answered, his voice sounding tinny through the tiny speaker.
Calla assumed he was one of the men guarding the hostel’s entrances. He should be
able to confirm her identity, although he couldn’t go quickly enough for her comfort …
Until then, it was clear that the man had no intention of letting her go. His arms
remained inflexible as steel–there would be no escaping.
She could feel the entire length of his body against her back, solid as a wall. His
breathing was steady and sure, although every muscle was tense and ready for action.
Then she felt something pressing against the small of her back. With a shock, she
realized her captor was becoming aroused as he held her against his body. Fear swept
through her–if he wanted her, there was nothing to stop him. Mistress Jenner certainly
wouldn’t come to save her, even if orders hadn’t been given to stay out of the suite. Stay
calm, Calla told herself. This will pass if you just stay calm.
Seth’s erection was quite obvious now, jutting insistently against her. She tried to
edge her lower body away from him slightly, but his grip tightened instantly.
“I told you not to move,” he said in a menacing tone. His breath was coming a little
faster now. Holding the knife steady at her throat, he moved his hand from her upper
arm to slide slowly down her chest. It slowed at her breast, cupping her gently. Using
his thumb and finger, he plucked softly at her nipple, sending a whisper of sensation
through Calla’s body. It felt exquisite. There was something strangely sexy about being
held like this, she thought. The realization was simultaneously disgusting and
compelling.
After a few seconds, his hand left her breast to slide lower, stopping just below her
slightly rounded belly. Pressing with the palm of his hand, the man rubbed her body