Bad Boy Next Door

8. Knight in shining armor

He cracked his neck once and groaned, completely spent after a six-hours straight session of tattooing.

He'd had a particular client who always used to specifically request for him and him only, even though his employees were great artists themselves.

"Ahh...Motherfuuuck..." He groaned again as he tiredly kicked his Vans off and walked straight upstairs to take a shower.

He needed it like, so badly.

Quickly discarding his clothes one by one and throwing them around the house, he eventually ended up into his en-suite bathroom, completely naked.

He then turned on the shower and waited up for a few seconds before the water warmed up, and with a sigh he got in, taking his sweet time to lather and rinse his sweat-covered body as various thoughts passed through his mind, including his sexy muse.

He toyed with his tongue piercing as he reminisced that kiss and the feel of her body in his arms, his dirty mind immediately turning that memory into a sex dream as he pictured her bent over his car and with her skirt up, ass up in the air and panties pushed aside as he'd fuck her mercilessly while enjoying the sounds of her mewls.

"Oh fuck..." He groaned as he almost immediately felt so turned on, his cock standing erect and begging for attention.

Oh how he would've loved to have her right there with him into his shower cubicle, naked and at his mercy...

He placed a palm against the tiled wall while the other wrapped around his throbbing member, pumping up and down as his mind kept conjuring up the dirtiest scenes where he would torture her in so many ways...

Pumping up a little harder, the veins in his tattooed arms popped out and his muscles strained as he finally released himself with a short grunt, cleaning himself up before exiting the shower cubicle to dry and dress himself up.

Lazily dragging on a pair of basketball shorts and a loose tank top, he wondered what she was doing right now as he knew that she definitely must be at home since he'd seen her car parked in the driveway when he'd gotten home as well.

He hadn't seen her in over a week since he'd been so busy at his tattoo parlour.

So he exited to his backyard to light himself up a cigarette and chill when he saw two motherfuckers in her backyard and by her pool, touching a seemingly unresponsive and almost completely naked Lydia as she laid sprawled over a lounge mattress, completely powerless.

"What the fuck!"

Rage filled his veins as he noticed that the one laying on top of her had already pulled his dick out, rubbing himself against her as the other held her arms above her head.

"Noo...I don't want to..."

"Hey! Hey!"

"Hey dude, get the fuck off her, man!" He angrily shouted at the first guy, throwing away his cigarette as he wasted no time and crossed the thin strip of grass, landing a strong kick straight to the side of the guy's head and sending him flying into the pool before he could even realize what was going on.

"The fuck do you want, asshole? Mind your own fucking business!" The other shouted at Julian as he quickly rose himself from his previous position, trying to throw a punch.

Julian easily dodged, that thrill of a fight quickly kicking in as it had truly been so long since he'd lastly gotten into one.

Oh yes...

Rolling his shoulders, he smirked as he watched idiot number two try to hit him again while the other struggled to get out of the pool.

So he landed a blow straight into the middle of idiot number two's face, letting out a laugh as he watched him drop to his knees with a pained cry while holding his already bleeding nose.

"You fight like two sad little bitches,"

He chuckled and grabbed idiot number one by the hair and pulled him out of the pool, then threw him over the tiled concrete and started bashing his face in until he left him into a pool of his own blood and his knuckles hurt.

"Oh my god!" He suddenly heard a female voice cry, raising his gaze to see two naked chicks stare at him in horror as they struggled to cover themselves with a single tiny blanket while another guy just stood there close to them, completely naked as well as he watched rather bored than shocked.

"What the fuck did you do you sadistic fucker?!?" One of the girls cried out as her gaze shifted between the two beaten-up knuckleheads.

Julian simply rose from his straddling position over the already passed-out guy, giving them the deadliest glare he could muster as he spat at them between gritted teeth,

"Do you want a piece of me too? Huh?"

"Just get the fuck out of here before I fucking call the cops,"

They immediately scrambled to gather their shit and scram but not before he lastly added,

"Oh and take these two little sad bitches with you,"

Completely ignoring what was happening around them he then knelt right next to his little enchantress, his features contorting into a worried frown as he looked at her heavily intoxicated appearance and absent gaze.

He gently brushed a strand of dark blond hair off of her cheek, noticing her green eyes meeting his in response as she couldn't even move.

"Julian..."

"Shh, it's okay, you're safe now, just go to sleep," He gently coaxed her, giving her a kind smile.

Gathering her into his arms he then held her cold and shivering body close to his chest as he carried her all the way into his home and upstairs, to his bedroom.

He then carefully laid her over his bed and pulled the sheets over her body since she was basically naked and freezing cold.

"God...What did those bastards do to you?" He quietly asked as he watched her slowly falling asleep, turning to enter his bathroom and wash all that blood from his knuckles.

He then wrapped them up and got back into his bedroom, taking a seat on a comfy chair close by the bed.

He tiredly sighed as he gazed at her peacefully sleeping form, nicely tucked under his sheets and blissfully unaware of what had almost happened to her just about an hour ago.

Fuck.

This was not the way he had imagined he would have her in his bed...