Page 75 of Liberate Us

“I miss you.”

I snorted. “Says the man who still fucked other women while alsofucking me.”

“You fucked other men too,” he pointed out.

“He was my husband,” I snapped. Placing my hands against hischest, I tried shoving him away, but he was too strong for me. “The only time Ifucked you before he died was when we had our threesomes, but I never belongedto you.”

Will spun me around and shoved me up against the wall. The movehad been hard, making my head ring.

“I’ve tried being nice, Princess,” he growled, sliding a hand upthe back of my thigh.

“Stop,” I pleaded, frozen in fear.

“I remember the first time I felt your wet pussy.” Will’s voiceslid into my ears, making my stomach churn as the memories he was conjuring up,came to mind. “You felt so fucking good. I couldn’t get enough. I triedconvincing Aaron to let me have you while he wasn’t around, but he refused.” Hishand shoved between my legs, cupping me in a rough move. “Guess if he didn’twant you, no one could.”

That seemed to jolt me out of my daze, the fear now turning tofury. With all of the strength I could muster, I slammed my head back againsthis face.

“Fuck.” He stumbled back a couple of steps.

The move hadn’t been hard enough, and it only seemed to surprisehim. So I had to do what I could to get to the door and out of this room beforeWill did what I knew he wanted to do.

“You bitch,” he yelled. “You could have broken my nose.”

When he took a step toward me, I sidestepped around him and ranto the door. My fingers had only grazed the doorknob when heavy arms wrappedaround my middle and picked me up off my feet.

The door suddenly banged open, revealing a red-faced Sammy.

Will put me on my feet, lifting his hands as Sam charged forhim.

Running out of the room, I found Corbin leaning against the wallby the door, playing on his phone. “Corbin.”

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said, putting his phone in his backpocket. “You okay?”

“I am now.” I blew out slow even breaths, trying to settle myracing heart. “Where are Will’s boys?”

“The trash has been taken out thanks to some help,” was allCorbin said. He checked his watch, mumbling numbers when I realized he wascounting. “Ten.” He pushed away from the wall and headed into the room. He cameback a moment later with a bloodied Will and no Sammy.

“You’re lucky I didn’t let him kill you,” Corbin told Will,grabbing him by the scruff and ushering him down the hall away from me.

Just when I was about to check on Sammy, he came out of theroom. When his eyes connected with mine, something shifted between us.

Holding out my arms, I waited.

He took a step and then another, until his big body was wrappedaround me. He fisted my ponytail, pushing his face into the crook of my neck.

“I’m okay,” I told him, sliding my arms into his leather cut andaround to his back. He shook against me, his muscles jumping over his bones.“Sam.”

He released me, grabbed my hand, and all but dragged me out ofthe hall. When we stopped at the door to the change room, he reached into theback pocket of my jeans and pulled out the key card.

“How did you know that was there?” I asked as he unlocked thedoor.

“Because I know every inch of your ass, pet, and I know whensomething is out of place.” He gently pushed me into the room. “Grab yourthings. I’m taking you home.”

The brat in me wanted to argue but I didn’t. Sammy was unhinged.

Even though Will never got very far, the fact that he touched mewhen I didn’t want him to in the first place, opened up old wounds. Wounds Iwas able to bandage up thanks to my mom and Shawnee.

I grabbed my things and joined Sammy back out in the hall.

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