“Hey.” A low, deep voice sounds from the doorway.
My brows pinch together. At first, I don’t recognize the voice, but when I do, it’s right after I hear the lock click into place. A cold shiver runs through me, and my mouth goes dry. “Justin?”
“Yeah, it’s me.” He walks toward me slowly, like he’s on the prowl.
Oh my God, can this night just stop?
I bite down hard on my lip as he puts a hand to my shoulder and forces me back toward the bed.
“Nice bikini.” He groans, sliding his hand down between my breasts. “You’re totally fuckable, aren’t you?”
My breath becomes erratic and my heart rate shoots up. I feel like everything else is happening in slow motion. The only thing I register in real time is the woodsy scent of his cologne. I don’t like it.
The back of my legs connect with the bed and before I can stop him, he pushes me down onto the mattress. Forcing me onto my back, he quickly covers my body with his. He’s heavy, and holding me down, he pins my arms above my head. I try to buck him off, but he’s immoveable. Even the slightest motion I make seems to excite him even more. He grinds against me, rubbing his hard cock against my belly. My terrified breath comes out in pants. “Get off of me.”
“Come on, baby. I saw you lead me up here. Don’t play coy. Don’t tell me you’re a fucking tease.”
“I didn’t!” I wrestle desperately beneath him, trying to get away, but every movement unintentionally makes him harder. After struggling with me for several seconds, he gets enough leverage to shove one knee between my legs.
His breath in my face smells like stale beer. He dips his face next to mine, and his lips graze my ear. “I can’t wait to sink my dick into your hot cunt.” He holds both of my wrists in one hand, freeing the other to slide down my body. He grasps the side of my bikini bottom and starts to shove it down.
I panic, squeezing my eyes shut as I continue to jerk, trying to squirm out from under him. “No! Stop!” I’d been embarrassed at first, but now I have no shame. “Get. Off!” I yell and ram the knee that’s between his legs straight up. When it connects with his dick, he howls.
“Fucking. Bitch.” His words come out in gasps.
Good, motherfucker. I hope that hurt like hell.
The light from the moon shines through the window into the room, glinting off his face. His eyes meet mine, and I can see his pupils are blown wide, making him look like a monster. He gives me a twisted smile as he wraps his hand around my throat. Squeezing. I struggle and buck against him, but he simply tightens his grip. Without enough oxygen, all the fight goes out of me.
I’m going to pass out.And then what?
That’s the last thing I think before something hits the door and it crashes open. His enormous weight is yanked off me in one swift movement, and I’m able to draw in a full breath again. I gasp, sitting up, my mind spinning. In the dark, I can’t see a whole lot, but I hear the loud thump of a body hitting the wall, the crash of something falling to the floor, and the sickening sound of fist connecting with skin over and over.
I don’t have to see him to know who my rescuer is. I just feel him.
And as much as I’m still pissed off at him, I’m grateful.
Xander’s low voice growls out across the room. “Fucker. I told you to stay away from her.”Crunch.The sound of what can only be bone breaking makes me cringe. “I warned you.” And in an anguished voice, “She’smine.”
What?
I try to calm myself by taking deep breaths and exhaling slowly, but on every breath out, my face crumples, knowing what could have happened to me. And what did he mean by that?His?His toplay with,maybe.
There’s a commotion in the hallway just before the door slams all the way open and more bodies barrel inside the room.
Oh, God.As if the fully clothed jump into the hot tub didn’t already have everyone talking. This is not how I want to be remembered at my very first Rosehaven party. My heart sinks in despair, and my mind wants no part of this. In the dim light, my eyes focus on Beau, Micah, and a few other big, tough-looking dudes I don’t know as they wrestle Xander away from Justin.
Xander’s words come out punctuated by gasping breaths. “Stay. Thefuck.Away from her. Touch her again, and I willendyou.”
Several pairs of eyes move back and forth from Justin’s face to me. His face is a blood-covered, quickly swelling mess. I squeeze my eyes shut and draw my bare legs up to my chest.
I can just make out some of what Beau and Micah are saying over and over to Xander as they try to calm him. “It’s okay. She’s going to be okay. You stopped him.”
Someone flicks on the overhead light.
I whimper and drop my face to my knees to hide. My body begins to shake.
The lights flick back off. Xander growls, “Get him out of here. Get him the fuck out of my face.”