Page 58 of The Professor
“Might even do both at the same time.” His hand slipped to my neck, his fingers wrapping around my throat. “Fuck you and strangle you. Could be fun, what do you think?”
“I think you are living your last breaths!” I bucked and fought. I wouldn’t let this happen to me.
His cock was out now, there at my entrance, and he was squeezing my throat. Big fingers contracting around my soft flesh. I tried to breathe, but the air that went in was only a thin ribbon, not enough to inflate my lungs.
Alarm gripped me. I made a strange croaking gasp as he cut off my air supply and his cock prodded my pussy. His chilling dark eyes were manic, terrifying, excited. He was loving this. His sick, twisted soul was thriving on his moment of rape and murder. He was hungry for it and now he was going to feast, on me.
But I would not be that feast.
I brought up my left knee, hard, and at the same time I dropped my body weight. It threw his balance, and my knee connected with his erection at full force.
My aim hadn’t been calculated, but I’d made a good shot.
His breath caught, his eyes widened, and he doubled over. His gun went flying, skittering over the cobbled alley, metal scraping on stone.
“Asshole.” I kicked his shin and then punched the side of his head. Before I made a dash for it, I wanted him on the ground.
He staggered to the left, wheezing and clutching his groin. “Fucking…bitch.” He looked up at me, eyes flashing with vicious fury.
I aimed again, caught his nose. It exploded in a rush of blood, and a surprised cry burst from his lips.
“Didn’t know women could fight, huh?” I was breathing hard. Battling with fight or flight. Should I run or stay and finish the job? I was holding my own. Or at least it felt like it.
He lunged for me.
I twisted to the right.
He caught me around the waist in a claw grip. Fuck! I should have run like the goddamn wind when I’d had the chance.
But he only held me for a second, because then light poured into the alley and three big men descended.
“You dare to touch my fucking woman!”
My attacker was snatched from me, and I staggered backward, away from him.
“Fucking bastard. You’re dead,” Andrew yelled. “Dead fucking meat.”
“Doll?” Cillian was in front of me. “You okay? What did he do to you?”
“He…he was going to rape and strangle me.” I swallowed, my throat tight.
Over my shoulder, Andrew was raging with fury. He thumped Brian again on the nose, crushing bone. “I’ll kill you, you son of a bitch. You messed with the wrong guy…the wrong woman.” He kneed Brian in the stomach.
Brian doubled over with an agonized groan.
“Hey, man, don’t finish him off yet.” Phil gripped Andrew’s shoulder and yanked him back.
“Get off me. I’m not stopping until he’s dead and in Hell.” Andrew rushed forward and kicked Brian, sending him smacking against the wall.
Phil chased him, grabbed him again by the shoulder
“Prof, not yet.” Cillian also caught hold of Andrew.
The two men pulled the professor backward. He was breathing hard, his shoulders hunched, fists clenched.
“Death is too good for him.” He swung to face me. His features tightened further. “Did he…?”
“He was about to, I kneed him in his cock.” I was breathing fast.
