Page 43 of Wicked Fantasies

Kylie was naked and tied facedown on her bed. Her wrists were secured to the headboard, while her ankles were bound together at the bottom. A man Colt had never seen was standing over her, striking her with a belt. Her ass was covered with painful-looking welts and she was crying for the man to stop.

At Colt’s entrance the man froze mid-strike, but Kylie, obviously in pain, continued to thrash against her bonds in an attempt to escape.

“What the fuck is going on here?” Colt bellowed. She flinched at his voice and her struggles became even more earnest.

Without thought to his actions, he crossed the room in three steps and led with a right hook that had the man on the ground with one blow.

Bending down, Colt picked the man up by his shirt only to beat him down again. The man threw his arms over his head protesting, but he was too enraged, too furious to hear anything but the pounding of his own blood in his ears.

Finally, one sound made its way through to his consciousness.

“Colt!” Kylie cried. “Colt, please stop. Please. Stop!”

The man was cowering on the ground. Colt struggled to catch his breath. Turning slowly, he saw her fighting desperately to break free. “Untie me. Please.” Tears were streaming down her face and he felt his anger rise again at the red-hot swelling on her ass and legs. “Untie me,” she repeated and Colt quickly crossed to the bed to release her.

As soon as she was loose, she scrambled under the blanket, obviously anxious to cover her nakedness. She winced the second her rear-end hit the bed and his hands clinched into fists again.

“Stop, Colt. Please. Don’t hit him anymore.”

At her request, the man on the floor seemed to rouse himself. “Who the fuck is this guy?” He bellowed the question at Kylie who looked down at her hands, clutching the blanket tightly around herself and avoiding his gaze.

“He’s my roommate.” Her voice was trembling slightly. Colt fought to get a deep breath.

“Roommate!” The man hissed at her.

Colt turned slowly to face the man, more than ready to resume the pummeling, but she must have sensed his intent.

“No.” She grabbed roughly at his arm before he could swing again. “Colt, no.”

He looked down at the jerk on the floor. “You’re under arrest.”

The man stumbled to his feet, wiping blood away from his mouth. When he looked at Colt, his face was snarled with rage. “For what?”

“Assault and battery. Attempted rape.”

“Colt,” Kylie cried as the man laughed humorlessly.

“You can’t arrest me for any of that. She asked me to do it. She asked for it all.”

He drew back his arm to strike again, but she held tight. “Colt, I mean it. Stop now.” Her voice was stronger and it caused him to turn around. “What Scott said is true. Just let him go. I’m not pressing charges.”

“Kylie?” His heart lodged in his throat as he took in her tear-stained face.

“Let him go,” she repeated and Scott’s cold laugh assaulted his ears again.

“Told you so. She likes it rough. Don’t you, sweetheart?”

He turned so quickly Scott never saw it coming. Colt’s fist connected with his jaw and laid the man out yet again.

“Jesus Christ,” Scott shouted. “I’m the one who’s going to file for assault, you fucking asshole.”

“Get out.” The words came from between his clinched teeth and his fury was barely contained. The man must have sensed the danger as he gathered up his belt, jacket, and shoes and ran out of the room without another word.

Kylie dragged in a shaky breath as she leaned back against the headboard and tears form in her eyes.

“What the fuck just happened here?” Colt struggled to contain the rage that was clogging his chest.

She refused to meet his gaze or answer his question, so he repeated it as he dropped down to sit next to her on the bed. When she failed to answer a second time, he placed his hand on her chin and lifted her face until she had no choice but to look into his eyes.

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