Satisfaction

Chapter 3

He looks at me softly, lust layered  on his face.

"I know your a Virgin so it will probably hurt a little at first. But I need this to survive, moan by all means. Screaming is STRICTLY forbidden."

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Panic floods through my body, What did he just say?! I thought. He slams his lips against mine, pushing me under a dark bridge. I try to move my hands up to his chest, trying to push his strong build away from me. He pushes against me, knocking the air out of me. His lips are actually hurting mine, he bites my bottom lip erotically, his strong hand engulfs both of mine and he holds them above my head. My back is pressed up against the hard, cold brick wall. My lips battle against his; desperately trying to get him off of me, of course failing miserably.

His other hand reaches down to the waistband of my trousers, attempting to pull them down, off my legs. My mind realizes what is happening. He's trying to fucking rape me! The tears stream down my face as I realize I am acting way to late, I should have ran while I still had the chance. I open my mouth, screaming down his throat trying to escape his disgustingly evil touch. I lift my knee up, I elbow him where the sun doesn't shine. He groans, yanking away from me. Anger plasters his features, his eyes narrowing. My mind reacts, with all the breath in my lungs I swallow taking a deep breath:

"HELP ME! He's gonna fucking rape me!! Hel-" I scream with all my might. But his hand comes down, slapping my mouth shut.

"Oh, I'm telling you now sweetheart. I told you that screaming was strictly prohibited. For that you will suffer. I was gonna be nice to you, but now you will see a different side to me." He spits through gritted teeth. This is being nice? Sick dick!

He yanks my jeggings down, tears pouring down my tinted pink cheeks like a waterfall cascading down on the rocks below.

"Please, I'm sorry. Please don't rape me, I'll do anything. Please, I'm begging you." I sob as I beg him. He looks at my face,

"You had your chance, stupid bitch!" He spits at me.

Losing my temper, I bring up all my courage from my body, I look into his eyes.

"Fine, see if I fucking care, you fucking man whore!" I scream in his face.

He brings his hand away, bringing it down on my face, slapping me hard.

"You're so gonna regret that, you fucking man-whore bastard." A low, unknown growl comes from behind my assaulter.

My attacker pulls away from me, looking behind him, I yank my hands down, jumping out of his way. He's forgotten about me! Hey! Maybe I could leg it. No, that would be wrong, I have to thank my rescuer.

"Well, well. Adrian Turner. And what brings you to these parts of London, on this fine night?" He smirks at him.

The guy, who must be Adrian, opens his arms out to me. He jerks his head back, indicating for me to come over to him. Should I? That might land me in deeper shit. What if he rescued me from this rapist, so that he could come and do the same thing to me? He smirks at me,

"Don't worry, I am not going to rape you. But you will be safer in my arms, than stood there in his reach." His voice says in my head.

What the fuck? Now I'm going mad. Fuck it, man, he is totally drool-worthy. You can see those muscles, ooh, I wonder what it will feel like to be held in his arms? Probably heaven. Bliss!

"Well, now's your time to come and try it, I'll explain everything later. I swear." How does he do that? He gets in my head. Isn't that something I should be worrying about?

Before I can stop myself, my legs are moving towards his outstretched arms. He holds me on his side with one hand. Oh my god! He is built like a fricking God! How is someone this drop-dead gorgeous? His floppy black hair is swept to one side. How gorgeous can you get!? He has got gorgeous emeralds for eyes, he is built so well! It's so obvious he works out in the gym, daily! Maybe even hourly. But, his muscles don't bulge, he's just strong, with a sexy, vice-like grip. He is drop-dead gorgeous, god! What the hell can compare to that?!

Heaven? Or just a close contender?

Dayum!

He turns to look at the dick who was so dead set on raping my eyes out. His features turn from soft and smooth, to menacing and threatening.

"Solomon, well. Hi, shitbag. Now, may I please ask you what you were trying to do to my most amazing mate?" He growls at him.

Mate? What the actual fuck? Dude, like, chill I've never fucking met you. I've never heard of your name, and I've never set eyes on your perfectly chiselled face, in my life?! Like, I've read plenty of werewolf stories on Wattpad. But this? Wattpad is just a site that writers can publish their work, free of charge. It is not based on factual affairs!

"Oh! So, that's why she looks so struck that you just said that? Huh? Lay off it. dickhead. You've never clapped eyes on each other, in your lives. Suck it up, I found her first." His features softens, when he glances at me, "Come here baby," he opens his arms out to me.

Hell naw!

I shake my head at him, pressing into the side of Adrian, his hold tightens on me.

"Oh dear, you want to be awkward? I get it, I get it. I tried being nice, now you can see the, how do I put this, not-so-nice side of me." His softened features harden into a glare, of which he direts straight at me.

"Solomon, don't you dare." Adrian growls, his chest rumbling. I'm tall, but he is something else. He must be related to a giraffe, or something along those lines.

I wrap my arm around Adrian's waist, tightening my hold, gripping onto his jacket. I can feel an almost magnetic pull, pulling me towards the dick as he looks at me. A cold sneer, his eyes black.

What!? But, he had grey-green eyes a second ago!

My grip on Adrian's jacket begins to soften, I try to regain control of my muscles in my arm, trying to grip on to him for support. He's my protector, he saved me. Now, I'm returning to the faggot who had me a few minutes ago.

My hold drops completely, I am dragged to the bastard with his arms outstretched, waiting to welcome me. The magnetic-like force pulls me to the front of his body, my legs wrapped around his waist, my arms around his neck. If it weren't for the fact that he had tried to rape me, I would actually recognize him as hot. I can't pull away, my chin on his shoulder.

He doesn't have the fucking right to be holding me like this! Bastard!

I can feel him running my hair through his fingertips, running his nose over every strand in the lock he is holding.

I swear to god, he'd better not leave a trail of fucking snot in my hair. I would probably have to shave that bit of hair off, I'd be quite happy to have a small bald patch on my scalp, rather than this dicks' nose in my hair.

He is suddenly flung into the water, myself rolling and rolling until I hit the wall, my head flings forward at the sudden contact. My neck and head are killing, it is actually murderous!

"Shit!" That must be Adrian. I feel him pull me into his strong arms. His thumb stroking my wrist, soothingly. The last thing I remember, is looking at his concerned face, while he carries me bridal style. Before complete and utter darkness.

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