Page 117 of The Genius
“Marco, don’t – no, we shouldn’t…”
He swallowed my words with a deep kiss, my back against the wall, his fingers tugging at my panties to get them down.
In a last attempt from my brain to warn about the dangers, I pushed at his chest and turned my face away.
“Marco, stop it. Please stop.”
“I need you so fucking bad.” His hands were demanding, and with a jerk he moved me so he could use both hands and rip my panties apart.
“Marco, don’t,” I protested but he just threw the fabric to the ground and ground against me.
Had we been alone his intense desire would have been the biggest turn-on, but unlike him, I was sober and too aware that someone might find us here.
“Marco, please stop.” I pushed at his shoulders.
He groaned with need. “Don’t fight it, you want it too.”
He was right, but not here. “Marco, no… please stop.”
“Get away from her.” The command was icy and spoken in a deep threatening voice.
Marco and I both stiffened for a split second before he was brutally jerked back, leaving me to fall to the ground.
I watched in horror as Boulder beat on Marco in pure rage. We were too far from the others to be seen and with the music they wouldn’t hear us, but I needed to do something or Boulder would kill Marco.
Picking up a large stone from the ground, Boulder used it as a weapon; he raised it above Marco’s head.
“No,” I screamed when Boulder’s right arm smashed the stone down and only missed Marco’s skull by the width of a hair. “Stop it!”
The two large men were rolling around on the ground, growling like bears, and fighting with an intensity I’d never seen in practice. Boulder wasn’t trying to get hits in or use impressive kicks. His eyes were crazed and he was trying to get his arm around Marco’s neck.
“Boulder, stop it,” I cried out again and screamed when Boulder hammered his elbow into Marco’s stomach.
They were both intoxicated; there was no way I would get Boulder’s attention by shouting. Running back and getting the others to help would take too long, and I wasn’t sure how long Marco could hold up against Boulder without one of them getting killed.
“Boulder, no.” I made a last attempt to shout at him when I saw Marco’s face growing purple as Boulder was strangling him.
We Motlanders are peaceful people, but in desperation I bent down and picked up a large stick to swing with.
“Stop strangling him,” I cried out and brought the stick down hard on Boulder’s shin to get his attention.
With one hand, Marco got a hold of Boulder’s hair and tore hard.
“Arrgghh…” Boulder was growling but pulled back enough for Marco to breathe in a violent fit of coughing, his hands to his throat.
“Boulder, it’s not what it looks like,” I screamed and clung to the stick as a weapon.
Boulder got up from the ground, his chest rising and falling as he panted, and with a last hard kick at Marco’s leg he roared at him, “What part of not touching didn’t you understand?”
Marco was still struggling to breathe and couldn’t answer. His eyes were bulging and he kept coughing.
“I’ll fucking kill you for what you did.” Boulder’s face was flaming red and twisted in anger as he stood with his legs spread and his hands folded into fists.
My heart was racing with fear and adrenaline. Being stunned about the violence and rage had me momentarily speechless. Faced with violence, my body was setting priorities, and right now all the blood was pumping into my legs, which needed to run for safety, leaving nothing behind for my brain to think with.
“Christina saw you drag Shelly away and I came just in time to hear her say ‘no.’” Boulder’s scowl was fixed on Marco. “You know what we do to men who can’t keep their hands to themselves.”
“Marco and I are together.” I pushed the words out in a high-pitched hoarse voice.
