Page 73 of Phantom Riders MC: Hawk

Before I knew what he was going to do, he wrapped his hand around my chin, squeezed until my teeth cut into my inside cheeks, and kissed me. I moaned in protest and tried to turn my face away, but his hold was too strong. The more I pulled the harder he squeezed, and the more damage I did to the inside of my mouth. Finally, he threw my head back against the bed in a move that revealed how angry he’d grown.

“You think you’re too fucking good for me?” he snarled with his lips pulled back from his teeth, his eyes glittering with hatred.

“Yes!” I hissed, trying to catch my breath, wishing I could wipe him off my mouth. “You’re insane! I am too good for you!”

He slapped me. Hard. My head swung to the side and I felt the taste of blood in my mouth.

I slowly turned to face him again, putting all the hatred I could in my eyes. “Yeah, it takes a real man to attack a woman when she’s tied up!”

“Bitch!” He brought the knife to the top of my dress and quickly slashed it open to the hem, not concerned if he cut me in the process. Every time I felt the bite of the blade against my flesh, I sucked in my breath, waiting for him to bury the knife deeper. The last thing he cut was the rope around my wrists, and then he was tossing the knife aside. I heard it hit the floor. “I’m going to enjoy this!” He pulled the edges of my ruined dress aside, letting his gaze run slowly over my body. “So fucking lovely.” His finger circled a nipple before pinching it cruelly.

Pain spiked through my body and I cried out, breaking the spell that he was in. His gaze shot up to my face, focusing again. His expression hardened, and before I knew it he had grabbed me by the waist and flipped me around, pulling me to my knees. I knew then what his intentions were. Hurtful hands clutched my hips as he thrust his hard cloth covered cock against my ass, his deep groan sounding over-loud in the room. The next thing I heard was the sound of him undoing his pants.

My eyes rounded, as panic set in. I knew that I couldn’t let him rape me. Not without fighting him with every ounce of my being. If he took me I would either be unconscious or dead. Without thinking about what it would cost me I reared up and back, hitting him in the face with the back of my head as hard as I could. The sound of a satisfying crack, which I hoped was his broken nose, and the sound of his cry as he fell back, was music to my ears. I immediately took advantage of the situation and scrambled off the bed.

My elation of being free was short lived when I heard his snarl of rage. I didn’t think, I just ran blindly, having no idea where I was except that I was in what appeared to be some warehouse. Everything was concrete. All that mattered was that I escaped the madman behind me because I knew without a doubt that he was going to kill me. There’d been lighting in the room I was being held in, but it dimmed away into nothing the further I moved into the maze of never-ending halls and past doorways to empty rooms.

“I’ll get you bitch!” The echoing sound of his voice was closer than I’d thought he could be. I kicked off my heels so he couldn’t hear me. “And when I do you’ll be very sorry!”

I remained silent, feeling my way down walls and through open doorways. Darkness consumed me, but not for long. Without warning I heard what sounded like a breaker being flipped, and then the whole damned place was lit up. I stopped moving instantly, frozen with utter disbelief. Why would the power still be on in an abandoned warehouse was my insane thought.

“You can’t escape me Audra!”

I searched the surrounding area with wild eyes, looking for a place to hide, while also looking for something that I could use as a weapon. The room I’d stumbled into had been some kind of office. A moment of elation filled me. I ignored the metal file cabinets, going straight for the desk. With a little luck I might find something inside one of the drawers. I pulled the first one out slowly, wincing at the sound of a protesting squeak. Waiting, I listened for a minute to see if the noise had given my location away, and then began to rummage through the messy contents.

Nothing! Damn it! Just papers and other meaningless junk like paper clips, rubber bands, and Band-Aids. I reached for drawer number two, coming up empty handed again. I paused for a second, my gaze moving to the broken window. I rushed over to it, and my heart sank when I realized that we were on the third floor. I glanced down at the empty parking lot, coming to the conclusion that the building had been vacant for a long time. There were weeds and grass growing in the cracks of the concrete, and confetti everywhere.

Dread settled over me as I realized that I was on my own, and that I was imagining the rumbling roar of motorcycles in the distance.

“There you are you fucking bitch.”

I swung around, clutching the torn edges of my dress together. He came charging through the doorway and into the room, his face flushed, hate glimmering in the eyes between his crooked, bleeding nose. I swallowed hard, knowing that my options were limited. I glanced behind me, back outside the dirty glass, contemplating jumping, but I knew that I wouldn’t. As I began to swing my gaze back to him I noticed a piece of jagged glass on the window ledge.

“Jumping to my death sounds more appealing than you touching me,” I said, positioning myself in front of the glass and reaching behind me. My fingers curled around the larger end of it.

With a roar he charged at me. I braced myself for impact and the instant his hands reached for my throat I brought my hand up and jabbed him in the neck.

“You fucking cunt!” He stumbled back, reaching for the side of his neck and yanking out the glass that was sticking out of it. He threw it to the floor.

I knew that I hadn’t cut his aorta because the wound wasn’t squirting blood, as I’d hoped it would. As he stared at me with manic disbelief, I gave him a shove and ran past him. I’d just about reached the door when a shot rang out, hitting the doorjamb next to my head. I’d forgotten about his gun and I halted abruptly, a new realization flooding me. Tears sprang to my eyes when it dawned on me that he had thwarted every attempt I’d made to escape.

“I didn’t want to use my gun, but your resourcefulness has forced me to. By the time anyone gets here it will be too late.” He was behind me now, twisting his hand in my hair. “Your time is up.” He jerked me away from the doorway and into the hallway, forcing me back into the room where it had all begun. I saw the bed, a cot with a dirty mattress on it, and dug in my heels. Using my hair for leverage, he threw me toward it. I landed with a bounce and quickly got to my knees.

“Strip.”

I shook my head, watching as he holstered his gun and removed his shirt. He ripped the sleeve off and wrapped it around his neck to stop the bleeding. Once that was done he removed his belt.

“I said ‘strip’!” He swung the belt at me, hitting me across the arm.

I cried out and grabbed my stinging arm. “You go to hell!”

The next time he swung, the belt caught me across the top of my thigh, close to my hip. The material dimmed the sting, but, this only pissed him off. With a growl of frustration he pulled his arm back and aimed toward my upper body. I instinctively turned sideways, covered my face, and screamed out when the leather snapped across my back. No amount of material would have protected me from the force and viciousness of this blow.

I screamed, tears flowing down my cheeks.

He shook his head slowly and made a tisking sound. “Why are you making this more difficult? It’s not going to change the outcome. I only wish I could be around to see Hawk’s face when he sees you for the first time, and knows that I used you.”

He swung the belt again, this time catching me on my bare legs. I nearly bit through my bottom lip to keep from crying out, watching like a whipped kitten as he came to me. “I want you naked!” he growled, lifting me off the bed and ripping the dress from me in one easy pull. He slapped me several times before shoving me into the wall face first. “You broke my nose, it’s only fair that I break yours.”

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