pleasantly tipsy.
There wasn’t anyone in line for the bathroom, so I
was able to take care of business relatively quickly. I had only taken a few
steps into the hallway when I ran into someone.
To my horror, it was the guy from earlier. “Well,
well, well. Look who it is.” His hungry eyes slowly cascaded up and down my
body. Dressed in skinny jeans and a short-sleeved sweater, he made me feel exposed.
Sucking in a deep breath to try and calm myself
before I went into full-on panic mode, I tried to move around him. But he
blocked my escape, instead taking a few steps toward me, backing me up against
the hallway wall. His hand shot out and grabbed a lock of my hair, yanking me
closer. Pain shot through me but before I could scream, his mouth tore at my
lips, my sensitive skin pierced from the sharpness of his teeth. I tried to
push him off, but my efforts were in vain.
He wasn’t budging.
My resistance must have been a turn-on for him, a
low groan escaping from somewhere deep in his throat.
It was predatory.
It was dangerous.
Grabbing both my hands and pinning them above my
head in one of his, he positioned me right where he wanted me. His free hand
lowered until he was pawing at my sweater, trying to grope me. While his body
fought with mine, he lowered his head again and tried to kiss me. Again. I kept
turning my head from side to side, knowing if his lips touched mine again, I
would retch all over him.
“Stop moving, bitch!” he hollered, pinning me
harder against the wall.
“Get off me,” I yelled, or at least I tried to. My
voice betrayed me, coming out as nothing more than a loud whisper. Terrified he
would accomplish what he set out to do, I prayed someone would come and save
me. Anyone. I just needed someone to round the corner and find me.
My heart hammered away inside my chest, threatening
to break free if I didn’t calm down. But how could I? I was being attacked, and
there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. Before I was able to try and
speak once more, I felt his fingers circle my throat, squeezing until I could
barely intake the stifling air surrounding me.
I felt his hot breath on my face, the stench of
alcohol making my stomach revolt. “I know you want this. I can see it in your-”
He was torn off me before he finished his sentence.
I stumbled quickly before catching my balance. My
hand pressed against the same wall I was being held against, trying my best to
calm down. When I finally looked up, I saw someone pummeling the hell out of him.
It was darker in the hallway than out in the bar, so I couldn’t really see who
it was. All I could make out was a dark-haired, tall, broad-shouldered man. Other
than that, my vision was working against me.
Before I had the chance to leave, I was hoisted
onto someone’s shoulder then walked through the bar and straight outside into
the night air.
Still confused about what the hell was going on, I
started to panic all over again, not that I’d really calmed down from a few
minutes ago. As my pulse threatened to explode, I was hit with a very familiar
smell. Inhaling his sweet scent did wonders for soothing my frantically beating
heart.
If I had any doubt who was carrying me, upside-down,
I was reassured as soon as I laid my eyes and my hands on his perfect ass. How can I be turned on so fast by this man
when something tragic almost happened to me?
“Alek! Put me down!” I yelled, surprised my voice
was working for me. I was being jostled around on his shoulder, and it wasn’t
mixing well with my startled mood and the drinks I’d already consumed.
Even though he’d saved me from a dangerous
situation, he was still manhandling me.
When he finally put me on my feet, I almost fell. He
reached out to steady me but I swatted his hands away. Retreating instantly, he
looked volatile. I don’t know why he’s so
mad. But then again, I didn’t know why I was upset with him.
He just saved
me from probably being raped…or
There wasn’t anyone in line for the bathroom, so I
was able to take care of business relatively quickly. I had only taken a few
steps into the hallway when I ran into someone.
To my horror, it was the guy from earlier. “Well,
well, well. Look who it is.” His hungry eyes slowly cascaded up and down my
body. Dressed in skinny jeans and a short-sleeved sweater, he made me feel exposed.
Sucking in a deep breath to try and calm myself
before I went into full-on panic mode, I tried to move around him. But he
blocked my escape, instead taking a few steps toward me, backing me up against
the hallway wall. His hand shot out and grabbed a lock of my hair, yanking me
closer. Pain shot through me but before I could scream, his mouth tore at my
lips, my sensitive skin pierced from the sharpness of his teeth. I tried to
push him off, but my efforts were in vain.
He wasn’t budging.
My resistance must have been a turn-on for him, a
low groan escaping from somewhere deep in his throat.
It was predatory.
It was dangerous.
Grabbing both my hands and pinning them above my
head in one of his, he positioned me right where he wanted me. His free hand
lowered until he was pawing at my sweater, trying to grope me. While his body
fought with mine, he lowered his head again and tried to kiss me. Again. I kept
turning my head from side to side, knowing if his lips touched mine again, I
would retch all over him.
“Stop moving, bitch!” he hollered, pinning me
harder against the wall.
“Get off me,” I yelled, or at least I tried to. My
voice betrayed me, coming out as nothing more than a loud whisper. Terrified he
would accomplish what he set out to do, I prayed someone would come and save
me. Anyone. I just needed someone to round the corner and find me.
My heart hammered away inside my chest, threatening
to break free if I didn’t calm down. But how could I? I was being attacked, and
there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. Before I was able to try and
speak once more, I felt his fingers circle my throat, squeezing until I could
barely intake the stifling air surrounding me.
I felt his hot breath on my face, the stench of
alcohol making my stomach revolt. “I know you want this. I can see it in your-”
He was torn off me before he finished his sentence.
I stumbled quickly before catching my balance. My
hand pressed against the same wall I was being held against, trying my best to
calm down. When I finally looked up, I saw someone pummeling the hell out of him.
It was darker in the hallway than out in the bar, so I couldn’t really see who
it was. All I could make out was a dark-haired, tall, broad-shouldered man. Other
than that, my vision was working against me.
Before I had the chance to leave, I was hoisted
onto someone’s shoulder then walked through the bar and straight outside into
the night air.
Still confused about what the hell was going on, I
started to panic all over again, not that I’d really calmed down from a few
minutes ago. As my pulse threatened to explode, I was hit with a very familiar
smell. Inhaling his sweet scent did wonders for soothing my frantically beating
heart.
If I had any doubt who was carrying me, upside-down,
I was reassured as soon as I laid my eyes and my hands on his perfect ass. How can I be turned on so fast by this man
when something tragic almost happened to me?
“Alek! Put me down!” I yelled, surprised my voice
was working for me. I was being jostled around on his shoulder, and it wasn’t
mixing well with my startled mood and the drinks I’d already consumed.
Even though he’d saved me from a dangerous
situation, he was still manhandling me.
When he finally put me on my feet, I almost fell. He
reached out to steady me but I swatted his hands away. Retreating instantly, he
looked volatile. I don’t know why he’s so
mad. But then again, I didn’t know why I was upset with him.
He just saved
me from probably being raped…or
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