AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Say my name first,” he demands in a gravelly tone.
“Why?”
“I want to hear it.”
I shake my head and his fingers grip my waist. It’s like he’s punishing me for saying Niall’s name while branding me with his touch. I’m trapped between him and my only escape. I would give in to his demand if it didn’t feel like crossing a line. I’m already crossing a few just by letting him touch me, no matter how innocent it is on my part.
One move and he’s sucked all the power I held when I came in.
“Say my name,” he coaxes in a soft, seductive whisper. “And you can walk out.”
It’s just a name. Say it. It doesn’t mean anything.
“Let me go… Dash.”
The second his heat vanishes, along with his masculine scent, I run until I land back in the chaos. It seems I’m nowhere safe from the turbulent force that is Dash.
No matter how hard I try, I can’t stop the flashbacks of him with that girl out of my mind. It replays as I push through the bodies and continues till I’m outside, struggling to catch my breath. The cool air feels refreshing on my heated skin. The quiet of the night, a welcoming surrounding without the god-awful music damaging my eardrums.
Now I just need to find my way home.
The street is deserted with a few people mingling on the side of the road since it’s a little after midnight. I make out the taxi station I saw earlier and decide it’s my safest bet. After bending down to slide my heels back on, I amble down the dark street.
Anger rises within my chest at Niall and the asshole stunt he pulled tonight. I bet if he knew Dash was at the club too, he wouldn’t have let me out of his sight.
“Stupid asshole men,” I curse. “I’ll teach them a less—”
A scared yelp slips from my throat when a rough hand yanks on my arm, pulling me into a dark alley. I fight against the grip, only for another person to grab and shove me hard against the brick wall. Pain stings the back of my skull into a thousand pinpricks of needles.
“Look at those tits, man,” a drunken voice taunts.
Another man laughs. “Our lucky night.”
Oh god, no. Fear like no other flashes through my mind and my fight-or-flight instinct kicks in. I yell while kicking one in the shin with my leg. “Let me go. Help! Hel—”
One of the drunk guys covers my mouth, cutting off my plea. I can barely make out their faces through my blurry eyes as tears form. They appear older and bigger than me, making my terror rise tenfold. This can’t be happening.
I bite down on his hand just as his friend gropes my breasts. He drops his hand with a curse.
“Fucking bitch,” he slurs before yelling at his friend. “Hold her tight.”
They are clumsy due to the alcohol coursing through them and are slow when I kick my leg out again. This time, managing to hit the one holding me captive between his legs until he howls in pain. Without another thought, I run, and their footsteps follow.
The distance is short to the wide road but it feels like a mile. I almost slip when my ankle twists in my high heels but I push through the pain. Sweat dots my forehead and my heart is in my throat. Their ugly laughter sends another trickle of terror down my spine. When a shadow appears in my path, I think it’s another dangerous guy until I look up.
“Dash,” I cry out.
His concerned face twists into rage and I throw myself into his arms, relieved beyond measure at his presence. He catches me and tears free fall harder while I cling to him.
Pair of footsteps pull to a stop behind me and one of them snickers, “Found your boyfriend, you little cocktease?”
Dash goes rigid before taking a menacing step, but I clutch him harder. His arms tighten when my body shivers uncontrollably, and I whisper, “Don’t.”
I feel his rough exhale, every inch of him locked with violence, but I’ve never been gladder when he puts me first.
“Walk away before I bury you both into the ground,” he threatens.
The stupid drunks don’t heed his warning. “After feeling those tits, I’ll die happily.”
