The Sheikh's Virgin Mistress 2 (Jatar Sheikh Series Book 2)
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He threw me onto an old mattress that stunk and springs pushed up against the thin covering. I tried to brace my fall, but was too late, and my forehead hit the ground hard as the rest of me splayed onto the filthy surface. It was then that I began flashing in and out of consciousness. Before I could move or struggle, he re-tied my hands behind my back and held my legs.
It was then that I heard the gun shots outside, and my captor began shouting in Arabic. I was trembling and my teeth would have chattered if not for the thick rag between them. Please let this be Omar’s men—PLEASE!
Within seconds, I heard the door kicked in. There were so many loud shouts in Arabic, that it seemed as if a swarm of men had invaded the compound. Someone fisted my hair and yanked my head back. I felt icy steel at my neck, and more words I didn’t understand, but I knew I was now truly in harm’s way. They were bargaining with my life. There was an eerie moment of silence followed by one gunshot that seemed to fire right at my ear, and rendered me completely deaf. The man holding my head fell away from me, and I again felt warmth run down my neck. But I was still alive and I knew it wasn’t that bad, at least not bad enough to kill me.
I began hyperventilating and within seconds my entire world went dark.
CHAPTER TWENTY
I woke up long before I actually let it be known I was. I assessed my surroundings by sound first and surmised I was in a hospital; at least that was what it sounded like from the consistent beeping at the head of my bed. I didn’t hear much in my general vicinity, but sometimes I heard voices off at a distance, female voices, so I relaxed.
When I finally cracked open my eye, the right one, and only one that worked, I immediately saw Omar asleep in a chair, and I instantly noticed his bandaged hand.
“Omar?” I croaked. He didn’t move, so I cleared my throat and in a louder voice I said his name again.
He jerked awake and rushed to me, “Anna!” He took my hand and fell to his knees at my bedside. “How can you ever forgive me?”
“Omar, what happened? Are you okay?”
“I am of no consequence, please forgive me.”
I wrinkled my face at his words, and then I too winced because everything hurt. He saw the pain in my eye, and he pushed the nurse button. Someone entered immediately, and he talked to them in Arabic. Within a moment, I was given more pain killers and I relaxed as my body went numb. As soon as the nurse left, I glared at Omar, “This is on me Omar. I was the one that left alone. All my fault.”
He shook his head from side to side, “No! I should have protected you better.”
“I will heal.” I quietly replied and then a wave of depression washed over me and I don’t know how he picked up on it, but he did, and he gripped my hand harder.
“What is it?”
I began crying, sobbing and trying to breathe, “It was horrible!” He crawled up on the bed, and stroked my cheek, and then my hair. I cried harder when I remembered the torture.
I sagged against the bed, “Am I, um,” I choked on the next word, “defiled?”
He almost chuckled, and that helped me relax some of the tension I was feeling. I honestly couldn’t remember if I’d been actually raped or not. My mind was playing tricks on me and mostly all I could feel was a mind numbing level of terror. “No! You are fine Anna, apart from the superficial abuse to your eye and the cuts on your sides, you are fine. My men got to you in time.”
After some of my sobs subsided I asked him, “Are they all dead? Did you kill them? Who killed the one…?” I couldn’t say more as my body trembled and shook at the remembrance.
“Armand killed him, yes, they are all dead.”
I refocused on him and his bandaged hand, “What happened? Are you okay?”
“As soon as the compound was secured, I joined my men and Armand brought you here. You were unconscious for hours. I made certain the leader will go into his next life in shame and condemnation. He died horribly, and without glory.” He looked down at his hand and a small, almost evil grin danced across his lips and I knew he had taken delight in killing the man that was responsible for my kidnapping.
“Good.” I muttered. Omar crawled up next to me, smashing his body along mine in the narrow bed. He adjusted everything so he could wrap his arm around me and hold me. After we were once again fused together, I whispered, “Omar, I love you.”
“Goddess, you are my heart.”
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