“Gabe, no. I mean it,” I hiss, still trying to be quiet so nobody outside of the room can hear.
Suddenly, the back of my thighs hit the edge of a table. The wood bites into my thighs. He crowds me, forcing me to sit. I push and swat at him, but shockingly, he doesn’t relent. My limbs feel slow and useless.
My heart thunders in my ears as I clamp my knees together. However, his hands pry them apart.
“I’ve seen your pussy. Don’t be shy. I like it.”
“That’s not why—”
His hand moves down, but I smack his face so hard, my own palm ignites in fire.
But that doesn’t stop him.
I grab his wrist with both hands to hold him back, but he’s stronger. I know it’s coming, but I don’t want it to.
Make it stop.
I gasp as his index finger plunges inside of me.
“Fuckingstop!” I shout this time, solidifying one of the few times I’ve cursed. “Get off of me! Now!”
“Come on,Morgan—”
I think this is how it happens. Unexpected. Behind closed doors.
Just then, the sound of the door flying open commands our attention. A whoosh of air replaces Gabe’s body as he’s dragged away. The room explodes with movement.
I gawk and take in the sight of Jack attacking Gabe. His fists are fast and connect with incredible force. There is no hesitation in him. No uncertainty. I hear the impact of knuckles striking flesh. Blood droplets spray onto the carpet. Then, Jack throws Gabe onto the floor and kicks his ribs.
Frantic, Gabe crawls toward the door.
Jack stalks after him, slamming his heel down on his spine.
Gabe curls into a ball as Jack continues delivering powerful strikes.
This isn’t just an attack. Jack isn’t angry. He’s focused.
And he’s going to kill him.
I run and push on Jack’s shoulder again and again. “Enough!”
“No, fuck this guy.”
Another kick.
Gabe cries like a lamb at slaughter.
“Jack. Please! He’ll die!”
I wedge myself in front of him, acting as a barrier. He finally stops kicking long enough for Gabe to stagger to his feet and clumsily dip out of the room.
Jack pivots around me, his wolf eyes fixed on the hunt. I clutch his waist from behind with both arms and pull back.
“Let him go, or I’ll call the police on you!” I warn.
He spins around. “What? That creep was raping you.”
“Almost,” I correct, and look away. “He didn’t. Just slow down. I need to think.”
