Tears stream down my face as he grabs my hair, yanks me back, and I smell his fetid breath as he growls, “I’m going to fuck your ass raw. I’m going to fuck you again and again, and make you wish you’d never been born. You’re going to regret the day you killed my partner, you fucking bitch.”
As he talks, he forces apart my legs. I whimper as I feel the head of his cock press against my bottom.
Fuck. I can’t do this. I can’t do this again.
I’m back to freezing as he keeps a firm hold on my hair with one hand and directs the other one, gripped firmly around his cock, to me. I squeeze my eyes shut, waiting for the moment I’m defiled again.
Instead, I hear a shot, a loud, surprised gurgle, and then he stumbles backward, thudding hard against the stone floor.
“Quill!” I gasp.
I whip around, so sure of who I’ll find that I don’t even try to shield my private parts.
But the man standing before me isn’t Quill.
It’s Damien Wells.
Chapter 13
Piper
“Why don’t you get dressed?”
I stare in shock at the man in front of me. He’s got dark hair and pale skin, so pale he looks like a vampire, and the dangerous glint in his eyes makes me wonder if he isn’t one, after all.
“Get dressed.”
The words are spoken like an order this time. Startled out of my shock, I look down. Then I blush, because I realize my underwear and leggings are puddled around my ankles, and I’m giving him quite a show. Hastily, I draw them back up again, really hoping he hasn’t seen too much. He probably has, but he’s enough of a gentleman to keep his eyes firmly glued to the side.
Well, gentleman probably isn’t the word to describe the guy who’s ordered your death, but still, I’m somewhat relieved to see that he doesn’t appear to be planning to rape me.
The minute my leggings are back on, he grabs my arm and stalks back out with me toward the elevator.
He doesn’t say another word, but he doesn’t let go of my arm, and I feel it bruise. Still, it’s nothing compared to the state of my face.
The second we’re back on the top floor, he’s yelling at Vincent.
“Tell me the fuck why that fucking subcontractor brings her in with her face beaten to a pulp?!”
“Uh,” begins Vincent.
“And why the fuck he had his cock out and was about to rape her?”
“Oops,” stammers Vincent.
“Oopsis right, fucker!”
I fix my eyes to the ground, wishing I could sink six feet under it, as I hear my near-rape being boomed out for the whole floor to hear.
It’s a good thing no one seems to be on this floor except Vincent, Damien and…
The blond Ken-doll. Everest. I can just make out his fuzzy mop of blond hair.
“What the hell?” he questions, walking up.
“Fuck off, man. I have a headache.”
“First, why are you blaming Vincent for the guyyouhired to do this job? And second of all, are you okay?”