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My bastard curiosity sprung up and begged to know what he meant. Yet, I ignored him, not replying to the man who had attacked me. I didn't want to encourage him to stay and talk, or even worse, hurt me.
“You're his precious new play thing and you don't even know what you're getting into,” Finley said with a chuckle, “I love it!”
Slapping his leg, he stepped closer, his tall frame blocking me from the door. Fuck him, I wasn't going to take it this time.
Lifting my arms, I shoved my fists into his chest and pushed hard. He stumbled backwards and I managed to step around him with just enough space to rush for the door. He somehow found his footing and grabbed my wrist, wrenching me back. I opened my mouth, about to scream, when his fist thumped into my head, knocking it to the side.
“Listen to me, little girl,” he breathed, grabbing my hair and pulling it hard. “I'm going to defile you so that your precious designer man doesn't want you anymore.”
Inhaling, I prepared to shout, only getting out a squeak before his hand came over my mouth and he dragged me to the floor, face down.His hand slipped up my skirt, his fingers fumbling for the hem of my tights as I thrust and bucked, trying desperately to get him off me. My muffled scream vibrated against his hand as my whole body grew frantic and he struggled to get a grip on me. He gave up trying to pull my underwear down and wrapped both hands around my neck.
The squeeze of his fingers crushed my windpipe and I fought harder, using all my strength to dislodge him from where he pinned me. My lungs burned as air was blocked from entering them and the panic grew, making my stomach churn. Stars started to dance in front of my eyes before my neck was suddenly released and oxygen flowed back into my lungs. The weight of Finley was gone from my back and I checked to see where he was as I choked.
Joe held Finley by his hair, pulling the bastard back and throwing him against the wall. Finley grunted as he slammed into the plain hard brick. Before he could fall to the floor, Joe grabbed his shirt and threw his fist into his face. Panting, I pushed up into a sit, tugging my skirt down and pushing my hair out of my face. Joe punched Finley again... and again... and again.
The grunting stopped and blood spurted up the wall. As much as the man deserved what he got, the sickening thud of his flesh made me jump to my feet and approach Joe from behind.
“Stop!” I shouted, reaching for Joe's arm, which was still flying through the air.
He paused when I caught his elbow, turning to me and glaring. His eyes were wild and spittle flew from the corners of his mouth. I cowered as he dropped Finley and stepped towards me, his huffing loud and his cheeks red when he looked down at me. A strange glaze covered his eyes as if he were looking straight through me.
“Joseph,” I said weakly before coughing, “It's me.”
Rubbing my sore neck, I looked up at him and swallowed hard. He shook his head and blinked several times, clearing the weird mist away from his eyes.
“Lola,” he breathed, glancing at Finley, who was out cold on the floor, “I want to kill him.”
His husky voice made me shiver as he turned back to me and stroked my cheek. I grasped his wrists as he held my chin and lifted my head, bringing his lips down to mine. The kiss was deep and desperate, our breathing loud as he wound his arms around me and I clung to him. The smell of his sweat and the race of adrenaline sent sparks of desire down to my pussy.
Pulling away, he kissed down my neck. “When I heard your scream,” he muttered, “I ran as fast as I could.”
His lips found mine again and I slipped my hands into his hair, holding him tight as our tongues danced together. “You heard me?” I said, breaking contact, “How?”
“I was already on my way over from the club.” Holding my head, he stared into my eyes, “I had to see you and when you rang me... shit, he almost fucking...”
A film of water slipped into my eyes and I blinked in an attempt to clear it. “Thank fuck you rescued me,” I muttered, laughing to cover the shake of my voice.
His eyes narrowed and he picked me up, his breath heavy as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He shoved me against the wall as we kissed desperately, only breaking apart when he ripped my top off over my head. I clung to him as our mouths sucked and licked, glued to one another.
His hand came under my skirt, pausing before I grabbed his arm and urged him to touch me. He ripped my tights in one strong pull, making my pussy flood and pulse. His strength had been used to save me, his blood splattered hands protecting me from those who would hurt me.
“I need you,” he rasped, his hand fiddling with the button on his smart trousers.
I held him, still kissing his neck, his chin and his mouth as he released himself. His hands took my arms and moved them above my head, where he pinned them.
I froze, just for a moment, until he put his mouth next to my ear and whispered, “No one else gets to touch you. You're mine.”
My body melted against him as he pressed me firm against the wall, opening my legs wider. I gasped when he thrust, his penis slipping straight into my soaking wet pussy. The power of his hips bounced my spine against the hard wall and I threw my head back, unable to reach for him, yet turned on by his dominance over me.
He held my thigh with one hand and my wrists with the others as he plunged again and again, stretching my vagina wide. His wild bucks had me panting as he groaned, long and low. My swollen walls gripped him as waves of pleasure pulsed, building into an orgasm that started slow.
“Fuck. Me.” I almost shouted as he did, in and out, his hard length hammering to my deepest depths and hitting my g-spot.
“Always,” he replied, his chest heaving as he squeezed my wrists tight and pinched my thigh.
His hips sped up and I stopped trying to match him as tingles erupted, spreading from my pulsing vagina and flowing through my whole body. Joe's roar echoed in my ears as he thrust deep and stopped, his body shaking hard against me, almost in unison to mine.
As our orgasms died down, our loud breathing echoed around the room. I kept my head buried in his neck, too afraid to face the reality of what had happened in my office.
