Page 73 of Captivated

I want to be able to face him again and still be only his. I don’t want this guy’s hands on me, in me, or anywhere near me.

I twist his dick, and when his grip on my thigh loosens, I knee him in the dick and claw at his face – raking my nails down his cheek and neck.

Brian lets out a scream and covers his face, which gives me the opportunity to push him away and get out from under him.

I make a beeline for the door and yank it open. These stupid heels are slowing me down, but it doesn’t matter because I hear the angry voice of an angel and run straight towards it.

I hit a wall of muscle and feel arms wrap around me that let me know I’m safe. “Help me. Please.” My voice is raw, and it comes out as a broken plea while tears stream down my face.

“I’ve got you, Cassandra,” Nico assures me, and I’m calm for only a moment before he holds me at arm’s length to look me over. I cower away from his gaze and wrap my arms around my middle. “What happened?”

“He…I didn’t want him to touch me.”

Nico doesn’t say a word. I can’t look him in the eyes because I don’t want to see the disappointment or regret in them.

I don’t know what he’s seeing right now, but I watch as his hands turn to fists and he storms past me and right into the room I just ran out of.

~ Chapter 27 ~

Nico

My vision tunnels.

No one fucking touches my girl.

Cassie’s crying and shaking, and holding herself like she wishes she had on ten layers of clothes.

My hands fist at my sides and I storm past her into the room she just ran out of. The asshole she was with is sitting on the couch dabbing his face with a napkin. I see Cassie got him pretty good. Good. But I’m going to do much worse.

“Who the fuck are you?” he asks, wincing and cupping his dick.

“I’m here to finish what she started.”

“What?”

My legs eat up the rest of the distance between us in a fraction of a second, and my fist is connecting with his face before he has time to block me.

I don’t stop there, either.

I hit him again and again until his face is bloody and unrecognizable. Good. Now he’s even uglier.

Cassie asked for my help. She finally asked for my help and I’m not going to let her down.

He grunts and groans every time my fist connects with him, and it isn’t until a gentle hand wraps around my arm that’s fisting his shirt that I hold back my next strike.

“Nico,” Cassie says in a soothing voice. “Stop before you kill him.”

“He deserves it,” I tell her harshly, my chest heaving with every breath. Tears are streaming down her face and her pretty blue eyes are wide and pleading with me to listen to her. All I hear is the kill him part, though.

“I don’t want that. It’s my fault.”

“It’s not,” I growl, and hit him twice more before his head starts to loll to the side and Cassie’s grip on my arm tightens.

“Nico!” she yells. “Stop! Please!”

“Did he touch you?” I manage to ask through my haze of anger.

“No, I didn’t let him. He grabbed my arm and leg, but nothing more. I don’t want you to kill him for me.”

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