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I can’t hear her, but I can tell she’s been crying. Her lips tremble as she sways, and her eyes lift up to the ceiling a moment before she falls backwards, her hands and feet being crushed under her until she rolls on her side. She’s broken in spirit, and the new position of her body threatens to break her limbs too.
Growling, I push myself away from the glass, completely prepared to bust into the house and take her now, but the sound of a door slamming brings my eyes back to the room and the figure stalking up to her with a look of disdain on his face.
“Tyler, you prick, fucking pick her up.” I say quietly, not wanting to bring his attention to me on the other side of the glass.
Just like in the club, if he knows I’m watching, he’ll punish her worse, although I don’t know how much worse it can get, she’s already on the floor crying hard enough that her body wracks with her sobs.
“Get her the fuck up, before she breaks a wrist or ankle.” I mutter under my breath, yanking my helmet off my head, gripping it hard, preparing to use it as my only available weapon if he refuses to help her.
I should feel relief when he finally reaches down and grabs her elbow, yanking her up to her knees, but the look on his face, the one of utter disappointment tells me that she’s going to suffer no matter if he knows he has an audience or not.
“You stupid bitch!” He yells at her, loud enough that I can hear it as if I were in the room.
She screams out a painful cry as the back of his hand connects with her face, whipping her head to the side. If it wasn’t for his hold on her arm, she’d be back down on her side.
“After all I do for you, and it’s him you want.”
“No, no, I promise. There’s nothing.” She cries out, her body lurching, her face twisted in pain and agony.
“Fuck you. I saw the way you looked at him.” He barks at her, shaking her, making her head flop back and forth. “You were only supposed to get his attention, not fucking fall for him.”
“I didn’t. I did what you ordered, nothing else.”
“Do not lie to me! I saw the looks; I saw his jaw ticking. There’s something there.” He yells, pulling her roughly to her feet, making her stumble on her already weak ankles that are still tied together. “What happened the other night? In the alley? Did he touch you?”
“No!” She wails out as he roughly drags her over to a plush sofa on the left side of the room, kicking a coffee table out of his way in the process.
A glass falls from the table and crashes on the floor, but he pays it no mind, throwing her down face first onto the couch, yanking her ass up in the air. His hand connects with her rear, pushing her farther in the seat, making her cry out into the pillows.
My knuckles crack as I squeeze the carbon fiber helmet in my fist. I would love to just swipe it across the side of his head, cracking open his skull, making him bleed out his grey matter and blood all over his polished floors.
I’m twitching inside, waiting for the moment he oversteps, and I get what I need to bust into his home and do what I’m desiring to do. If she’s in mortal danger, I can get away with it. Even if his cameras and security system record me breaking, entering, and killing, I could still beat the wrap. Defense of a woman in danger will always be an easy get out of jail free card.
“Come on, you prick.”
As angry as I am, waiting and watching for him to do something too harsh to her, I’m also fucking aroused, way more than I should be. My cock is hard and throbbing in my pants, pressing at the zipper, wanting to be the one behind that shapely ass as he reddens it with his bare hand.
It’s a conundrum, wanting to bust in there and toss her over my shoulder, rescuing her from his violence, yet at the same time wishing I could be the one delivering the punishment to her, making her cry out for me instead of him. Maybe because I know that with me she’ll enjoy it and be begging for more, instead of pleading for it to stop.
You’re in over your head here already.
“I know. I know.” I sigh to myself, watching her squirm in the couch, taking all of it like the good little bunny rabbit she is. “But I can’t help it.”
He’s rough with her as he yanks down his black slacks and frees his cock, one much smaller than mine, which makes me chuckle to myself. Rough, but not actually causing her permanent physical harm, so I stand my ground, not making any mistakes that could tie me up with the cops before I make my real move.
Instead of busting in there, I break open my pants and grab my rock-hard dick like a common pervert, making myself the actual peeping tom I look like to any passersby. It’s thick and pulsing in my hand as I stroke it in time with the thrusts he pounds into her, taking her like a dog over that seat.
I’m lost in the moment, watching, touching, not paying attention to my surroundings, until the quick flash of red and blue lights illuminates the house and reflects off the window in my face.
“Fuck.”
With a quick yank of my zipper and a slam of my helmet back on my head, I dip between the bushes in the front yard and stealthily return to the bike, firing it up with a thunderous roar as the police car comes to a stop at the curb, and a uniformed officer steps out.
“Stop!” He yells after me, but it’s too late. I’m already in second gear, tearing down the street into the cover of the dark night.
Chapter Nine
The door from the garage into the kitchen slams closed behind me with a rush of the cold winter air that followed me in. I’m shaking my head in annoyance at myself and thanking God that the stupid cop didn’t see my face. The fact that I don’t have plates on the bike is a miracle too. The last thing I need is to get pinched for indecent exposure. My membership at Kelly’s would be stripped from me, and my stupid face would be all over the news.
