Fall From Grace(98)

“Okay, that’s enough.  Get the f*ck away from her,” Blake said as smooth as silk.  He yanked me back hard and I fell back against him with a loud thud, but my eyes never faltered from Shane’s.

I pushed myself off Blake, “I’m not a f*cking pretty little shiny toy, both of you get the f*ck off me!”  I spun my face to Shane’s, “I’m going with Blake into my room.  You seem to have a visitor with you that you’ve forgotten about.”

Shane narrowed his eyes at me and got right in my face, “If you do that, you’re like every other girl that you fight so hard not to be.”

“You know what, you’re a f*cking *!”

Then he laughed at me!  “In the past few weeks that I’ve known you, you’re called me a hell of a lot worse.”  He raised his hand to my face and gently touched my cheek.  “Call me anything you want, as long as you don’t do this.”

I recoiled away from him.  “What?  You’re here to save me, Shane?  I’m sure the answer to all my problems is to lower my standards to go with you and your friend.”

Blake yanked me violently away from Shane again and it felt like I was being ripped in two, as if being away from Shane was tearing Grace’s body apart.  My God, Grace would have chosen him. He was the one she would have fallen for.

I grabbed Blake’s hand and walked down the hallway towards the room that I left my belongings in before.

Blake locked the door behind us and I heard a loud crash of broken glass down the hallway.  I tried desperately to ignore the fact that Shane was probably trashing the house, and fighting the urge to run right back to him.

Before I could formulate a single thought in my head, Blake slammed me painfully against the wall.  One hand wrapped itself in a vice grip around my throat and the other yanked a fistful of my hair back, bringing my face to his.  He bit my lower lip so hard that I tasted the thick rusty saltiness of my own blood.  Thrusting his tongue in my mouth, he pinned his hips against mine to restrain me more.

“I need you right now.  It’s been too long since I’ve had you,” he moaned into my mouth.  He pressed his groin into mine, as if he was trying to step right through me.

Fear rocked my body.  Dread seeped through each and every one of my pores.  Had me?  Shamsiel had never had me.  We never.  We had one single kiss.

I bit him so hard that I felt my teeth meet each other in the middle.  I pushed him off me as hard as I could, but he only squeezed my neck tighter.

“Yes, baby.  You know I like it rough.”  His smile was wicked and his chin dripped with the blood from his lips.

“You’re not Shamsiel.” I could barely breathe the words.  Just let me die.

“Yes I am,” he hissed.  “You don’t...remember me?”

“Oh, I remember him.  There’s not a day that goes by when I don’t think of him, every single heartbeat that pumps in this body does so in anticipation to see him again.  But, you are not him.”

He brought his lips down to my throat and raked his teeth relentlessly against my skin.  “Let me remind you of our crimes,” he whispered as he raked his tongue up to my ear.  His free hand undid the buckle of his belt, the sound of his zipper opening sliced through the air like a sharp knife.

My mind raced frantically. I couldn’t let him do this to Grace’s untouched body.  I knew it wouldn’t matter to Grace wherever she was, but I couldn’t let him.  “Gabriel!” I yelled.