Page 28 of Stuck with My Billionaire Protector

I’m no match for his brute force. His strength is overwhelming. I start to scream, but the sound catches in my throat.

He reaches into a pocket, draws out a knife, and points it at me. “Don’t make me hurt you.”

The blade cuts the air just centimeters from my face.

I struggle frantically, trying to break free. In his hand, the knife glints wickedly as its tip points straight at my heart.

“Stop fighting,” he commands in a low voice.

Panic and terror overcome me. I want to fight back, but I don’t think I can.

He pauses and takes a step back. For just a moment, I think maybe he’s going to let me go. Then, even in the dim light, I see the look in his eye and I know what’s about to happen.

In an instant, he moves forward with incredible speed and flicks the knife under the straps of my dress, severing them. I hear a sharp tearing noise as the fabric breaks, then feel a cold breeze brush against my skin. I try to scream again, but no one hears me over the wind. The fabric slips off my shoulders and falls to my waist.

My breasts are visible beneath my black lace bra. The man stares at me, his gaze hungry and his expression predatory. He uses the knife to cut off my bra, leaving me naked from the waist up.

Holding the knife to my throat, he squeezes my breast hard enough to make me whimper in pain. I’ve never felt so violated in my life. My mind screams for help, but no one is coming.

“I’m gonna enjoy this,” he says.

“Please… Please stop. Don’t do this.”

I look around desperately for help, but there’s none to be found. I can see the lights of the resort up ahead, but it’s too far away. There’s no chance of getting there. All I can do is beg him to leave me alone.

“Please… please stop.”

He pushes me down on my knees, forcing me to look up at him.

“You’re a very pretty girl. You shouldn’t be walking alone on the beach late at night.” He presses the point of his knife harder against my neck, making me gasp for air. “Especially when you have such nice tits and a tight little ass.”

He pushes me again so that I fall backward into the sand. As he reaches down to unzip his fly, I know this is it. He’s going to rape me. At this point, I’m only hoping he doesn’t kill me.

Then all of a sudden, Dylan appears. He runs up, seemingly out of nowhere, grabs the man by the collar, and punches him so hard on the side of the head that it knocks him unconscious.

He slams the man onto the ground, spits in his face, and kicks him in the stomach. When he turns toward me, relief washes over me.

“Are you okay?” he asks, removing his shirt and wrapping it around me.

“What happened? Where did you come from?” I ask as I start to stand.

“I was looking all over for you. I heard your screams and I came running.” He puts his arms around me, pulling me close.

“That guy had a knife,” I say, clutching him tightly. “Did he hurt you?”

“No, I hit him really hard.”

He looks down at the man lying unconscious on the ground, then he pulls out his phone and calls the police.

The police arrive and a female officer is able to provide me with a t-shirt so I can return Dylan’s shirt. We spend the next several minutes giving our statements and afterward, they give us a ride back to our resort in a squad car. They’ve assured us that the man is a career criminal, and with all the evidence against him, he is likely to plead guilty so we won’t have to testify.

We get out of the car, enter the resort, and as we walk through the halls to our room, I can’t help but feel a lingering tension between us. It had been an eventful evening, to say the least, and we both seem unsure where to go from here.

We arrive at the room and with nowhere left to go, I break the silence. “Thank you, Dylan. I don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t come when you did. You saved me.”

He turns around to face me. “Jocelyn, it’s my fault that happened to you in the first place. If I hadn’t been such an ass, you never would have walked out and been in a position to be attacked. I’m so sorry. Please say you’ll forgive me.”

“Of course, Dylan. Of course, I’ll forgive you. You were there when I needed you and that’s what matters most. But what about Erica?” I ask him, desperate to clear the air.

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