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Dammit!
Where the hell is Lev?
Oh, that’s right, probably in the middle of foreplay with his little mistress!
Too bad he’s my best way out of here. But of course, he’s nowhere to be seen. I’m at the mercy of this man while my husband whispers sweet nothings to Platinum Bitch Barbie back there.
“I really want you to let me go now!” I put as much bravado into my voice as I can, but it’s clear he’s not buying it.
“Come on,” he says as he leans toward me, his breath fetid on my face, “Tell me you’re not dreaming of what a real man can do to that tight little ass of yours.” I freeze in fear as I try to think of an escape.
I’m about to tell him exactly what I think when he cups my breast and pinches my nipple hard. I yelp and swat at his hand, but he scoops an arm around me and nuzzles his face into my neck.
“Fuck, you smell good,” he mutters, his lips moving on my skin. I shudder in revulsion, tilting my head to evade those wet, fleshy lips.
“I said let me go!” I grit out, straining against him, then choke a gasping, “No!” as he grabs a handful of my ass and grinds himself against my mound.
Oh, God, he’s hard!
I think I’m going to throw up!
I twist and strain to break free, but it only seems to excite him. While he’s nowhere as tall and muscular as Lev, he’s barrel-chested and burly; more powerful than I am by far. When he tangles his hand into my hair and holds my head firm, I see his face descend and realize he’s planning to kiss me. I freeze in horror. The thought of that filthy mouth on mine makes me gag, but all I can do is stare up in wide-eyed terror.
“Move one inch and I’ll have your head rolling on the floor!” The guttural voice behind me almost makes the walls of the hallway shake. Alonso suddenly freezes and I’m washed over by a sense of relief. “Get your fucking hands off her before I tear them off your wrist,” Lev roars, menace laced through his words.
Thank God!
Alonso slowly eases his grip on me and I bolt away from him in an instant. Lev doesn’t spare me a glance as he fixes his glare on Alonso. If looks could kill, Alonso would already be dying the most painful death in the history of painful deaths. But it seems he has a death wish because he continues leering in my direction before finally backing down.
“I didn’t think the Devil would get so worked up over a woman,” he smirks casually at Lev as he glances toward me. His eyes fix on my chest, and when I look down, I realize my nipples are puckered against the smooth satin. Lev has turned to look too, and I see his eyes narrow.
No! It’s not what it looks like!
Adrenalin is still coursing through my veins, leaving my skin tingling and my chest heaving.
“Looks like your little woman could use the attention of a man who knows how to make her wet,” Alonso sneers.
Is he out of his goddamn mind?
Maybe he drank too much.
Or maybe he just thinks he’s safe here.
Before I can dwell on it further, I hear a low growl and Lev launches himself at the smirking man. They crash together like a pair of primordial predators. Lev has the advantage of surprise and Alonso grunts as he takes a vicious headbutt to the face. Even from a distance, I hear the crunch as cartilage and bone snap. He shakes his head, blood flying as he struggles to grab Lev’s arm as a fist flies toward him.
“Oh, my God!” I scream, clasping my hands over my face. I’ve seen fights before - in my world, it’s unavoidable - but this…this is brutal. My husband smashes down on the other man with the raw fury of a bloodthirsty animal.
Within seconds, Alonso is on the floor, with Lev raining savage fists on his head and face. At first, the smug Italian fights back, but pretty soon, it’s all he can do to defend himself. There’s no mercy here - Lev fights hard, and he fights dirty. When Alonso finally crosses his arms over his bloodied face, there’s no quarter given; Lev grasps his wrist and twists it cruelly.
“I told you if you didn’t get your hands off her, I’d tear them off,” he snarls, twisting harder. Something grinds and then snaps in his grasp.
“Aaaaahh,” Alonso screams uncontrollably, his feet thrashing as he tries to scrabble away, but Lev isn’t done. His fist is still tight around the other man’s forearm and again I hear the sickening sound of bone crunching, cracking.
Holy shit, he can’t be serious!
“Lev!” I scream. “Please! It’s enough!” The horror in my voice must reach him somehow, because he pauses, then straightens. When he releases Alonso’s arm, it flops limply, crumpled at an angle that can’t be natural. The man is making a sound like an animal being butchered.
As Lev steps away and turns toward me, his eyes are glittering, his face still contorted with an inhuman rage that leaves me shaken. Behind him, Alonso curls onto his side, retching up bile and booze as he tries to cradle his shattered arm.
