Page 617 of The Tempted

I stared at him for a beat and then I was consumed by the need to feel something, anything other than pain and confusion. I wanted to erase Blackie from my mind and my heart and had no idea how to do that. But here was Brandon, and he wasn’t looking at me like I was nothing, like he wished I’d disappear.

I reached for him, wrapping one arm around his neck as I leaned and pressed my lips against his. The instant our mouths touched and his tongue pried my lips apart I felt like I was having an out of body experience.

He broke the kiss, closed my door and jogged around the car. Once he was inside he locked the doors and leaned over me again. I didn’t have a chance to ask him why or even object because his mouth crashed over mine.

I became lost in my mind, comparing the way Brandon sloppily kissed me to the way Blackie expertly did. This wasn’t making anything better, just making me miss him more and feel cheap and worse than that, made me feel like I was going against my heart.

I heard him drag the zipper of his jeans down and I quickly pushed my palms against his chest but he pressed himself against me and shoved his tongue deeper inside my mouth.

I pushed again and this time his hands found my hips and pushed me back against the fabric of the seat. I felt the hardness of his dick against my leg and knew I was in trouble. I turned my head, pulling my mouth away from his.

“Brandon, stop! I don’t want to do this,” I protested.

“Yes you do,” he insisted as he ripped my shirt open. “I’ll make you forget that old fuck ever existed,” he growled as he dipped his head and his mouth closed over the lace that covered my nipple.

I closed my eyes, forced myself not to cry and reached for the unlock button on the door.

His hands moved to my jeans just as I opened the door and screamed.

“Help!”

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Brandon growled, grabbing my legs as I tried to scramble out the door.

“Get off of me! Please! Someone help!” I shouted as he dragged me back.

“Fucking bitch. Get the fuck back here!”

Tears streamed down my face as panic and fear set in.

“Please!” I screamed into the dark parking lot.

I let out a shrill cry as Brandon grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked me backward. Then he released my hair, and I fell face down and half way out of the car.

“What the fuck?” he sneered.

“Motherfucker, you know whatnomeans? Huh?” Blackie shouted.

Blackie.

My knight.

The man that always rides to my rescue.

I crawled out of the car, stumbling onto my feet and turned around as tears clouded my eyes and I watched as Blackie reared his fists back and attacked Brandon.

“No, stop!” Brandon cried, his pants around his ankles as Blackie bloodied his face with one shot after another. “Shit, I’m sorry! Help!”

I watched in horror as Blackie grabbed Brandon by his ears and threw him onto the ground, wedging a boot between his legs. Brandon wailed as blood poured from every crevice of his face.

“Blackie!” I shouted.

He was going to kill him.

“C’mon motherfucker, cry for me. Cry like the bitch you are,” Blackie demanded as he pounded the back of Brandon’s skull against the asphalt.

“CRY!” He shouted, lifting him by the ears and slamming his head against the ground again.

“WEEP MOTHERFUCKER!”

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