Page 38 of The Bloke

“You okay?” The guy grinding up against me asked with concern.

“I—I’m fine,” I shouted over the music. “I just need some air.” I ran my hands through my sweat-soaked hair and attempted to shove my way off the dance floor and out of his grasp.

“Here, let me help you.” He yelled, gripping my waist tightly as he pushed people aside, making a beeline to the emergency exit.That was kind of him…

I could already feel the relief wash over me from the cool air as we approached the door, and he opened it, allowing me to step into the club’s back alley.

“Thank you.” I breathed a sigh of relief, pressing my back against the cool cement building and closing my eyes. “I almost thought I would suffocate on that dance floor if I stayed there any longer.” I swallowed, taking a deep breath.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” The man stepped into me, and I opened my eyes at his nearness.

“Y-yes, I’m fine now.” I stuttered, sinking further into the wall. He was so close, and it felt even more wrong.

“In that case…” He murmured, lowering his face to mine and raising his hands to cage me in. “Feel like having a little fun?” He smirked, and my insides twisted. I wanted to vomit.

“I’m married.” I clipped, pushing as much confidence into my words as possible.

He slid a hand down and took my left hand, holding it up where I could see it in my peripheral vision.

“I don’t see a ring. Are you sure about that?” He chuckled as though he caught me in a flat-out lie.Fuck.

I didn’t have my phone on me either; I was so fucked right now.

Dropping my hand, he leaned in even closer, our chests touching. He dragged his hand up my bare thigh, pushing the hem of my already short dress up even higher.

“No… Stop.” I whimpered, biting my lower lip as my breaths shortened.Please make him stop. I closed my eyes and rolled my head to the side, attempting to avoid any and all forms of eye contact with him. He gripped my chin, turning my face to meet his once more.

“Don’t tell me you don’t want this.” He licked his lips before grazing them along mine. “Everyone wants this.”

I swallowed the bile that began burning the back of my throat. My eyes locked to his, and I clenched my jaw, preparing myself for the worst. I had two options right now: fight or surrender, and even if I lost the fight, at least I would have the peace of mind of knowing I tried.

My hands came up to push against his chest in an attempt to put space between us—however little that may be. He was strong but smaller than Colby overall, and it didn’t take much to overpower me with my petite frame.Goddamnit, I wish Colby was here right now… Of all the fucking times…

He abruptly wrapped his hand around my neck, the other now cupping me between my thighs, a finger threatening to slide itself past my underwear. Adrenaline coursed through my veins, and I could feel myself growing lightheaded.

“Don’t fight me, or I’ll make it hurt even more.” He growled into my ear.

I started trembling in his grasp.

“Need some help there, mate?” A strong voice came from the shadows, and I whimpered in relief as I sagged against the wall.

“Fuck off and find your own pussy, man. This one is mine.” The man spat, not giving Colby the light of day, his attention fixed on me.

Colby lightly laughed, stepping out of the shadows. I turned my attention to meet his bright blue eyes, and mine stung with unshed tears. His hands slid into his back pockets as he casually continued to swagger toward us.

“Funny you should say that because she’s not yours…” He paused, stopping mere feet away from us. “She’s mine.” He finished coolly, dragging his tongue along his teeth.

“Look, ass—” The man started, turning to face Colby and didn’t get a chance to finish as Colby brought up his right hand and violently stabbed a knife straight through the center of the man’s throat, blood spraying both of us from the impact.

All I heard were the sounds of strained gagging and desperate breaths before Colby released his grip on the knife, and the man’s body went limp, falling to the ground, the knife still sticking out of his neck.

My mouth fell open in shock as I attempted to process what just happened.

“I… you… he…” I stammered, unable to create a cohesive sentence.

Why was a part of me happy? Satisfied? I wasn’t scared of what he had done, but more so… was I in awe? Like a knight in shining armor, Colby just killed a man to save me and fuck if that didn’t just turn me on.

He ran his blood-covered hand through his hair, giving him the look of an unhinged killer, and my eyes locked with ones of a darkening blue. For someone who just stabbed a man and killed him instantly, he was looking overly calm and collected. Hisface was peppered with speckles of blood, almost like forbidden freckles. I was sure mine looked just the same.

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