Page 28 of Arran's Obsession

With a wrench, my bra was ripped down me and torn away so my breasts were exposed. The bear man shot out a punch, and Snake-Guy stumbled, but he didn’t lose his grip on me.

Instead, he grappled with his jeans, opening them, his knuckles grazing the small of my back. His dick prodded me. A fast wrench shredded my underwear.

“No,” I screamed.

Another body slammed into his, taking us both out. I dropped to my hands and knees, naked, and agog at the fighter carving through the mob, the blond man who’d appeared from nowhere. He smacked a punch into the bear’s gut, doubling him over, then wheeled around, a wild man defending me. An animal but cold and exacting.

Snake-Guy stumbled and backed away. I expected him to square up, but he went still, his muscle tension dropping. As if fear had claimed him, as if facing off with a bigger predator than he could handle.

Abruptly, he turned and ran.

The peace didn’t last. Another man rushed in with a scream of fury but couldn’t dodge a stunning series of hits. He dropped with a low groan and didn’t get up. A third went down the same way.

Around me, bodies slumped.

Thenhewas in front of me, that blond hair in his eyes and blood smeared and spattered on his skin, over the bruise at his shoulder. His fervent gaze took me in, and my recognition was complete.

Arran.Here. The lying gang leader saving me against the odds.

I breathed for what felt like the first time in an hour.

The respite couldn’t last. The rest of the contestants fast approached, their shouts and footfalls blending back into my consciousness.

Arran noticed, too.

Without pause, he grabbed me by the waist. Manhandled me onto my back once again. He forced his body between my thighs, spreading my legs wide around him.

His gaze returned to mine. Held it. He got himself into position and wrestled his jeans, then for some unknown reason, paused to tug down his mask so I could see his treacherous mouth.

What the?—?

One thrust of his hips, and he fucked straight into me.

His dick speared my flesh, my body doing the unthinkable, so wet and ready to accept his that an uncontrolled moan slipped from my lips.

I pulsed around his thick intrusion.

Like that, the game was up.

Chapter 10

Genevieve

Still inside me, Arran lifted and carried me, his arms supporting me entirely else I’d have fallen. Down the corridor, the door opened and voices followed. Cheers of congratulations raised as we passed, and I sensed the weight and crawl of their gazes on my naked skin.

Unbearable.

I dropped my head to his shoulder and closed my eyes, my humiliation absolute.

Then we were outside in the cooler night air. I peeked at Arran’s car, driver’s-side door open and the engine on.

He rounded it to pop the passenger door then placed me down on the seat. For a moment, he stood over me, jaw tight. His dick pulsed, and he swore then jerked back his hips to slide out.

I gasped, my pinnacle of upset and ecstasy so strange that I couldn’t get control of my mind. Then I snapped my knees closed and cringed into the seat, too aware of the faces looking on.

A car next to ours had the rear doors open and a uniformed driver waiting alongside. Another cheer went up as the huge man carried the red-haired woman from the basement entrance. Naked, she sobbed in his arms, holding on to him like he was her saviour.

He carried her straight to the car, his driver shutting them in. I caught her smile up at her man right as the door slid closed, her expression one of rapture and need. His whispered words that appeared like absolute admiration, pride in his eyes.

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