Searching for Beautiful(60)

“I’m listening.”

Once again he moved like a bullet, locking his grip around her arm and throwing her against the wall. She hit her back hard, tried to scramble for balance, but he’d already pressed his body and grasped her wrists in a cruel grip. His breath struck her face. Rage glittered in his bright green eyes.

“Don’t patronize me, Genevieve. Do you give it better to Wolfe than you did to me? Because I’ll tell you, after the first few weeks you became a true disappointment.”

She tried to jerk up her knee and twist out of his grip, but he held her with an iron strength. The words got stuck in her throat as she gasped for oxygen and sanity. “Don’t. Just leave, please.”

“When I’m done.” He thrust his hips against hers. His growing erection made her moan in agony, the sick feeling in her stomach rising and expanding. “Did he teach you the right way to do a blow job? Did you act like a bitch in heat when he fucked you? ’Cause you never did with me. Oh, you had the technique right, but you were like a blow-up doll. A pretty moan here, a fake orgasm there. Think I didn’t know? Bet if I put my hand under those jeans you’d be dry as a bone.”

The assault on her ears was almost as bad as the one on her body. A deep trembling shook her, until her teeth began to rattle in fear and shame. She’d dreaded making love with him, knowing something was lacking and desperately trying to please him, please herself, always hoping for more. He criticized and suggested so much there was no feeling left, just a yawning emptiness that could never be filled.

“Please leave me alone,” she whispered.

He grinned. “Just pretend like you always did, baby.” The snap on her jeans rang like a bullet in the air.

She lost it.

Half near hysteria, she shoved and pushed like a demon, ready to use her teeth and nails and anything else to get him off her.

Suddenly he was flying through the air backward and she was blessedly free.

Gen watched Wolfe stand over the sprawled man. Like an avenging demon, fists clenched, blue eyes shooting sparks of fury, he hovered between civilized man and primate. “Are you okay?” His calm tone was in complete contradiction to the fury pulsing in waves around his figure.

“Yes.”

“Good.”

David rolled to his feet and straightened his scrubs. “How convenient. The knight in armor to the rescue. No worries, Wolfe. She’ll always be my sloppy seconds.” He sneered. “Maybe I’ll try again after you get done with her. See if she got any better.”

Wolfe gave an easy grin. “I’m gonna enjoy this.” His fist snapped. David staggered, holding his jaw in disbelief at the direct hit. “You come near her, think about her, or even say her name, I swear to God I’ll kill you.”

Gen gasped as Wolfe moved again. Wicked fast, he punched David in the stomach, then followed with a brutal uppercut. Blood spurted, and David slumped back down to the floor. Something dark flickered in Wolfe’s gaze, as if he had neared a precipice and could easily snap. Gen knew if she didn’t try and stop him, he’d go over the edge and she might never get him back.

She stumbled over and threw herself into his arms, clinging tight as the mad sheen of rage slowly cleared. “Wolfe! Don’t!”

David coughed and held his stomach. “You’re done. I’m going to sue you!”

Wolfe took another step forward. Gen grabbed his face, half sobbing, and forced him to meet his gaze. “No more, please, Wolfe, he’s not worth it, he’s not worth it.” He blinked, as if coming back from another world. With frantic urgency, he touched her all over, caressing her hair, cheeks, arms, hips.

His voice shook. “Did he hurt you? Did he touch you?”

“No, you came in time, it’s over. He didn’t do anything to me.”

Wolfe cupped her cheeks, staring down into her face. Then yanked her into his arms.

His body heat leaked into hers and stopped the shaking. Gen hung on, her arms wrapped around his shoulders, her head against his chest.

“Stop! Police!”

The blur of flashing lights lit up the window. Two police officers stepped through the half-open door. “Let her go. Now.”

Gen gulped for breath. “He didn’t do anything wrong, Officer.”

“No one move. Ma’am, please step away from him. Slowly.” Gen obeyed, allowing a few inches of separation. David groaned and rolled over in a half-bent posture. “Everyone stay where they are. Sir, do you need an ambulance?”

“I don’t think so. This son of a bitch hit me. I want him arrested.”

“That’s not true!” Gen turned toward the cops. They wore the Verily blue uniform, pistols on hips, taking in the scene. She got a quick impression of opposites. One had dark hair cropped close to the scalp, which only emphasized his rough goatee and staggering height. Damn, his head almost hit the doorway. Lean, sharp features took on an almost brutal look. His lips curled in a bit of a natural sneer. She’d never want to meet this man in a deserted alley. The other looked as if he’d stepped out of Hollywood, with tousled caramel hair, hazel eyes, and a face meant for the movies. Finely sculpted features, full lips, with a boy-next-door aura. He was half the height of his partner. “Officer, he was assaulting me. Wolfe broke it up in time before anything happened.”