CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
CLARISSA
His eyes were all over me. I’d already vomited. The other guy, who was a fraction kinder, pushed away the evil one, who’d already squeezed my breasts and bottom. Sleaze dripped from his beady black eyes. I wished I could make myself invisible. I recoiled at the way his hungry eyes ate me up. I’d even seen him rub himself with his hand. Somewhere at the back of my mind, I knew Aidan would save me. He had to.
My nerves were so tight I’d lost the ability to breathe properly. I had pins and needles from my icy veins not allowing blood to flow.
I wasn’t sure who was behind this, but I imagined they wanted cash for me.
The same thought rotated in my mind—why, oh why, did I leave my bag in the car?
The gentler of the two men gave me some water, and because I was tied up, he placed a straw in the bottle so I could drink it hands free. My throat was extremely dry, and my mouth was so bitter that the water tasted like a sugary drink.
Because they’d blindfolded me getting there, I had no idea what sort of place I was in. At least I was on a comfortable chair and not thrown in a dungeon. That was a small mercy, I supposed. It still didn’t stop my body from shivering.
I heard a woman laughing, then a man’s voice. It sounded like Aidan.
The door swung open, and in waltzed Jessica.
While she ran her icy green eyes up and down my body, Aidan ran over to me.
“Clarissa, my sweetheart. I’m sorry.” He went down to hold me but was dragged back by her two henchmen.
Struggling out of their arms, Aidan pushed one away while the other positioned his fist and was about to strike Aidan when Jessica intervened.
“Leave him,” she said. “Don’t want to sully his gorgeous features. I don’t want to see a bruised face eating my pussy.” She cast an evil eye at me.
It was my turn to clench my fists. I’d never in my short life entertained the type of violent thoughts that had entered my mind. Her sniggering smile sent blood charging through me.
She sniffed the air. “Mm… I do like to fuck a man when he’s sweaty. The smell of adrenaline is such a turn on.” She undid her blouse and revealed a skimpy green bra that barely covered her heavy breasts.
Tears poured down my face. I could see Aidan’s face had sunk into a deep frown. Sorrow reflected off his darkened eyes. He bent down and managed to hold me without being charged at this time. I figured that Jessica got off on seeing my heart torn apart.
“Words cannot express how deeply sorry and troubled I am at the moment.” He pulled away to study my face. His sullen glower pretty much summed up how I felt. “Have they touched you?” His edgy rasp told me that he would do whatever it took to protect me.
But what about him? Was he about to fuck Jessica? I would have preferred a beating than having to endure that. Especially if his glorious cock went hard and needy, just as it did with me. That would destroy everything.
He faced me, waiting for a response from me. My soul went frigid. My mouth opened, but a lump in my throat swallowed back my words. I just shook my head slightly.
“She wants me to…” He exhaled a deep jagged breath. “You know you’re the only one, Clarissa. I love you more anything. Remember that.”
“Come on, lover boy. Show me that nice, big, fat cock. I’m all sticky and hot,” she said, fanning her face.
I closed my eyes. I wanted to block my ears, but my hands were tied. My whole body felt as if it had been put in a refrigerator. Our perfect, fairy-tale romance was about to be defiled.
She grabbed Aidan by the crotch. This woman was a virago, a she-devil.
I squeezed my eyes tight.
“You’re a fucking whore, Jessica,” Aidan spat out.
“Tut, tut, tut. Do you want your little princess to be violated? I wouldn’t mind watching that. Brendan is all hot and raring to go. And he’s hung like a horse. He’ll rip her apart.”
A loud grunt stretching to a roar escaped Aidan’s lips. He punched the wall above Jessica’s head, putting a hole in it.
She laughed. “Let me see. Did you hurt yourself?” Jessica went to grab his hand, but Aidan moved away so violently that she stumbled back. Instead of anger, her face lit up with a malicious grin.
Jessica kneeled, then I heard her unzipping Aidan’s jeans. Bile rose to my throat. I was about to retch. I didn’t have anything left, and my stomach was struggling with convulsions. Much to my misery, my hearing was so acute I could hear every little sound, including jeans being unbuttoned and lowered.
“Mm…we’ll have this big boy boning up in no time.”
There was a sudden sound of commotion. The door fell crashing to the ground.
The next few moments played out like a scene from a badly choreographed fight scene in a movie. Aidan pushed Jessica to the floor and pulled up his pants.
When one of the heavies went for Aidan, he retaliated with a punch that was so hard, I heard a sickening crack.
James, along with two other men, managed with ease to hold one of the men down, while pushing Jessica down onto a sofa.
She uttered something smart-mouthed back at him.
The evil one of her two henchmen pulled out a gun. I screamed. Luckily, Aidan’s reflexes were alerted in time, and he knocked the weapon out of the big brute’s hand.
While the scuffles continued with men rolling around on the floor, Jessica scrambled to her feet and grabbed a vase.
Having managed to knock out Mr. Evil, Aidan stood with his back to her when she lunged for him.
I yelled, “Watch out!”
He turned in time and grabbed her wrist. The vase fell and shattered on the ground just as the police entered.
The first thing Aidan did was undo the ties around my hands. He rubbed my wrists while his hardened gaze softened. His lips tightened into a relieved smile before he took me into his arms, crushing me with love, almost.
“It’s okay. You’re safe now, baby. We’re safe.”
Pounding fast, my heartbeat vibrated in my ears.