Page 7 of Dark Knight

I grabbed my boobs, trying to stop them from smacking about as I ran, and tried my best to speed up. My only chance was putting enough distance between us, and if I accidentally knocked myself out with a tit, I was going to be pissed.

The building really was like a hotel, with doors that seemed to be evenly spaced down the hallway. What I hadn't actually expected was the alcove with the ice machine. That little fact was what sealed it for me that, at some point, this building had actually been a hotel. If there was just a little bit more room, I might have been able to squeeze to the side and get behind the ice machine. I could have hid there until the commotion died down, until Sean gave up looking for me. There was no way I actually could fit, so I kept running.

When I rounded a corner, the last thing I expected was to run into somebody, and it was like running into a brick wall. I bounced right off the person and flew backward. It was only the arm that shot out and caught me around the waist that prevented me from falling and cracking my head on the concrete. When I looked up at the face of the man I ran into, I was shocked to see someone looking down at me who almost looked worried. I expected whoever it was to sneer at me or look angry, but that was the opposite of his expression, at least for a split second.

His dark eyes were almost black as they held me in place with a stare unlike any other I’d experienced. Two equally dark slashes of eyebrows were pinched with concern while soft lips were framed by a slight shadow of scruff on his jaw. He was tall and broad shouldered, giving me hope that he might be able to stand up to Sean.

"Please, please don't make me go with him. Please hide me." My voice was barely audible through my gasping breaths. As soon as the words were spoken, tears started streaming down my face. Two large, rough hands landed on my shoulders and turned us so I was in the other hallway he had just been walking down.

"Ty, go see who’s chasing her." The man's voice was gravel. It was a rock slide, the quietest one I'd ever heard. But it seemed to wash over me and rumble through my bones as his words hit me. Was he actually going to save me?

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Evie

"I'll do anything you ask. Please just hide me," I mumbled again, still struggling to get my breathing under control.

"Those are very dangerous promises to make, little girl," the man with the gravelly voice said.

Ty's voice broke through the nerves that suddenly washed over me. "Someone from Bianchi."

I hadn't even really looked at the men who surrounded me now, with the exception of the man directly in front of me. When I glanced up at the man I had run into once more, the dark brown depths of his eyes seemed to swallow me whole.

"I'll hide you, but you might not like my method."

"I don't care. Just don't—don’t let him take me, please." I choked on my tears toward the end. If Sean took me then I’d rather end my life than go through with what the cult had planned for me. Desperation filled me, threatening to overflow and send me into a panic attack.

"Boss?" A third man questioned warily. Clearly, he didn't think that hiding me was a good idea. I couldn't blame him either.

The man still holding me just looked me over. "She'll be a good pawn to have," he mumbled over his shoulder. "Jacket."

The other man slipped off his jacket and the one in front of me pulled me forward. He put the jacket around my shoulders, essentially hiding the fact that I was naked. His hand wrapped in my hair, pulling the long strands up and baring my neck to him. He pushed me against the wall and slid one hand around my thigh, pulling my leg up.

"He's coming," Ty's voice was so quiet I barely even heard him.

The thud of Sean's footsteps was only drowned out by the frantic beating of my heart. And when the man in front of me bent his head and kissed me, it wasn't what I had expected.

His kiss was dominating, all encompassing. It drowned out any thoughts of Sean and the cult.

Sean's voice cut through the daze I was lost in. "Is that my property?"

"You think that our boss would need sloppy seconds from you?" Ty asked, his voice cracking like a whip through the hallway. The kiss broke off, and the man who had me pinned to the wall leaned closer, nibbling on my ear. "Call out my name. Call for Dylan. Call for your master." The words were like a spell being woven right next to my ear.

My voice was breathy with desire as I moaned, "Dylan, Master, I can't wait..." It didn't take much for me to make it convincing as I called out for him the sensations that were erupting through my body weren’t just my own but were heightened thanks to the pill I’d been forced to take earlier. Even though I knew that it didn’t change how his touches were affecting me.

"As you heard, she just couldn't wait for our boss's dick," the third man said, sounding impressed.

I also got the sense that I was being shielded by all three of them. The man who pinned me against the wall, Dylan, resumed kissing me, rocking his hips against me as though we were having sex right there in the middle of the hallway.

"You're all filthy pigs. I hope she gives you a fucking STI." Sean's voice was full of rage as he took off again, heading down the hallway away from me. Tears leaked out of the corner of my eyes once more. I didn't know who these men were or what I had given myself over to, but anything had to be better than Sean and where I would end up if he got his hands on me, right?

I was in a daze as these men walked me through the halls, the oversized jacket the only thing shielding me from everything around me. My body vibrated, my lips buzzing with the aftershocks of Dylan's kiss.

Everywhere he touched me felt like it had been branded with a hot iron. I couldn't stop my mind from replaying the kiss over and over again.

Ty and Hud both glanced back at me occasionally, or maybe they were checking on their boss. Hud was taller than the other two, but equally as broad as my savior, with hair the color of spun sugar that was roughly cut around his face giving him a surfer vibe. His look was completed with eyes that were the color of a summer sky. If it wasn’t for the sour expression on his face and the tattoos that peeked out here and there I would have said that he seemed like the classic All-American boy. Ty on the other hand was the shortest and had closely cropped dark hair that gave off a military vibe. Dark eyes avoided looking directly in my own as though if he didn’t see me then I didn’t really exist.

I wasn’t paying attention to where we were going until we walked out of an elevator and into a garage. I followed the three of them obediently toward a fancy black car that looked like it probably cost more than my life was worth at that point. I stood by the trunk waiting for him to open it so I could get in.

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