Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
The thorn switch fell again and again as she shouted herself hoarse but still no one came to help her.
“Shut up, you fat little bitch!” the asshole snarled, his fingers digging into her neck so hard she was sure they were going to leave bruises. “Shut up and fucking take it! You know you want it! You know you deserve it! You—”
His voice cut off abruptly and the hand holding her down was yanked away.
“You fucking scum!” a low, angry voice growled. “How dare you hit her like that? How dare you hurt her—I should kill you!”
Trembling, Addison pushed off the bench and turned around. There, holding the asshole Dom by the throat, was Commander Courick and he was clearly enraged. In fact, she had never seen the big Kindred look so angry in her life.
His eyes were no longer golden—they were red—blood red and they were almost glowing with anger. He was holding the other man up in the air with one hand, his long fingers locked around the asshole Dom’s throat. The asshole’s booted feet were kicking two feet off the ground and he was scrabbling at the Kindred’s hand but to no avail.
“I’ll fucking kill you!” Courick growled and his voice had gone so deep and animalistic, Addison could almost feel it vibrating her bones. “How dare you hurt a female—especially such a small, defenseless one? You’re broken—twisted! Ridding the Earth of scum like you would be doing everyone on the planet a favor!”
“She…she wanted it!” the asshole Dom choked out. “Let me down! I only…only gave her what she wanted!”
“That’s a lie!” Addison glared up at him. There were tears on her cheeks and her bottom stung painfully, but she was in complete control of herself. “You’re a lying bastard! I didn’t want you to use a fucking rose bush switch on me!” She pressed her hand to her bottom and it came away smeared with red. “I’m bleeding, you asshole!”
“What? You drew her blood?” The fury in the big Kindred’s face grew even darker. Addison had never seen him look so angry—not even when she’d done everything she could think of to provoke him at work.
She wondered uneasily if he was going into the state she’d heard of called “Rage.” It was a kind of berserker fury that Kindred went into when their mate was hurt or threatened. She’d heard of it from some friends who were mated to Kindred warriors, but she’d never actually expected to see it.
But Commander Courick couldn’t be going into Rage for her, could he? He wasn’t her mate—he was her boss. Still, the fury she saw in his blood red eyes and the choked gurgles she heard coming from the struggling asshole Dom made her uneasy. Would the big Kindred actually kill him?
Luckily, she didn’t get a chance to find out.
“Hey, what’s this? What the fuck is going on here?”
It was one of the club’s moderators—the same one who had saved her last time, Addison saw. He was a big man with a handlebar mustache wearing a brown cowboy hat and leather chaps to go with it. His eyes widened as he took in the scene with Commander Courick holding the CHUDWA Dom two feet off the floor by his throat.
“What the hell, man?” he demanded. “Put him down!”
“He was hurting my female.” The Kindred’s voice was a low, menacing growl and his eyes never left the asshole’s face, which was now turning a dark purple. “He whipped her until he drew blood!”
“She…wanted…it!” the asshole wheezed, sticking to his story even though he was getting the life choked out of him. “De…deserved it!”
The moderator turned to Addison.
“Did you agree to play a scene with him?” he demanded, frowning.
“No—absolutely not!” Addison said firmly. “He just grabbed me and pushed me over the bench and started whipping me with a thorny branch!”
“Wait a minute, I know you—I know both of you!” The moderator frowned, his large, handlebar mustache quivering. “You were both in here last weekend, playing a scene that went wrong.”
“That’s because he wouldn’t listen to my safe word!” Addison exclaimed. “He just tied me to the cross and started caning me! I still have some bruises.”
“So…you two aren’t together?” The Moderator frowned.
“Of course not! I don’t even know his name!” Addison exclaimed. “And I don’t understand why you keep letting him come in here when he’s clearly not a real Dom—he’s an asshole who just wants to beat women!”
“He’s about to be a dead asshole if your boyfriend there doesn’t let him down,” the Moderator remarked. He tugged on the sleeve of Courick’s red uniform shirt. “Hey, buddy—come on! I really don’t want to have to call the police in here!”
“Too late.” Suddenly they were joined by two police officers in uniform. One of them was an older, burly male and his partner was a woman who looked to be in her thirties.