Forbidden Love with the Marine(22)
“I don’t think so,” he grunted, pushing his lower body hard against hers and making her feel his throbbing member. “I need to show you what happens to pretty little teases like you.”
This couldn’t be happening, Olivia thought even as her mind went blank with shock. The knife’s edge came so close to her skin she could almost feel her flesh begin to nick at the sharpness. “Please,” she choked out one more time, hoping to appeal to his better sense. Did he realize she knew what he looked like and he could go to prison for the rest of his life for this? Unless, of course, he had no intention of letting her off alive...
He merely let out a snarl of a smile at her plea. And in the shadows his teeth gleamed fearsomely. Olivia wished now that she knew some kind of self-defense tactics to get this beast to his knees for even thinking he could get away with this.
“Oh, you’ll beg, baby girl. But not for me to let you go,” Eduardo growled. “You’ll be begging for me not to stop as I hammer into your * with my cock.”
Olivia let out a whimper of despair, and then drew in a breath as she heard footsteps behind them. She saw Eduardo’s head whip around at the figure who was moving closer to the broken down end of the building where he’d trapped her. Olivia’s eyes narrowed in surprise and relief as the huge figure advanced. Even though the shadows hid his face, she was relieved that at last she was getting saved from this lunatic.
“Looks like someone likes picking on a defenseless young woman,” the voice said, making Olivia gasp out loud. “Only thing is...she’s not as defenseless as you think, bozo.”
Ivan! Olivia screamed silently, her brain not quite wrapping around the fact that it was really him making his way into the light of the moon shining over them in the unlit back alley. Eduardo released Olivia and faced Ivan with a ready stance and furious expression.
“Who the f*ck are you? Stay the hell out of this, motherf*cker,” Eduardo snarled.
Ivan lifted his broad shoulders, encased in a snug black t-shirt. Was it Olivia’s imagination or did he loom even bigger and taller than she remembered? Olivia’s heart lifted with amazed pleasure. How she longed to dash off to him but Eduardo effectively blocked her way through and she didn’t relish trying to struggle past the lunatic.
“I wish I could, man. But you see, the way I’m wired, I just can’t look the other way when I see someone innocent about to be hurt.”
Eduardo huffed. “Well then, you can walk away with a clean conscience, hero. Because this bitch is definitely no innocent. She’s a slutty tease and she’s got it coming.”
Olivia could see how Ivan’s fury had overtaken his whole frame. She recognized the signs; saw the black tint overshadow his eyes as every little muscle in his body went taut.
Oh boy, Eduardo was in for it now. Ivan hadn’t stopped walking and now his fists were clenched at his side, huge balls of retribution.
But it seemed Eduardo had some kind of death wish because he still kept talking. “What, tough guy? Still wanna be a hero for this scrawny bit of tail? Hey, all you had to say was that you’d like a piece, too. I’m sure I can let you have a go once I’m done with her. There’s no need to get your balls in a twist. Hell, she might even like it if we both do her at the same time.”
Olivia could tell that Eduardo was beginning to get worried especially when Ivan closed in the space between them with such purposeful strides. Olivia saw Ivan’s right arm swing back and at the same time, watched as Eduardo’s wrist flicked, the tell-tale glint of metal showing briefly in the middle of his palm.
“Ivan! Look out, he’s got a knife!” Olivia screamed, finally finding her voice as she saw both men close in on each other. A shriek of fear pierced her lips and she stared fearfully as Eduardo’s hand lunged forward in a quick, unerring strike.
Chapter Seventeen
The scenario played out in Ivan’s head like he’d already worked out how it was going to go down. He saw the gleam of the blade hidden within the *’s palm just a split second before Olivia cried out. The man’s hand shot straight for Ivan’s mid-section but Ivan parried with a quicksilver side-step before grabbing the wrist with the knife and twisting it until the man howled in agony. The knife clattered to the ground and Ivan kicked it out of the way while his grip tightened on the man’s hand until a sound of breaking bones could be heard.
“You f*cking bastard!” the man screamed, swinging widely at Ivan with his uninjured hand and missing. The first blow Ivan landed had his full weight behind it as he plowed through the man’s belly. The attacker doubled over with an airless grunt, his face inadvertently turning toward Ivan whose other fist crashed into the man’s jaw to a resounding crack.
Ivan must have heard Olivia make a kind of strangled sound of shock but he wasn’t distracted by that. He was more intent on keeping the bastard up before he hit the ground like a bag of rocks. The handsome face was all plastered with blood but he was still conscious – barely.
Very clinically, and with methodical swiftness, Ivan proceeded to plaster the man’s face with punches. Ivan’s balled fist slammed into his nose, breaking it. And then there came the two black eyes followed by teeth flying as Ivan bust a fist in the man’s mouth. He ignored the shrieking sounds of pain the man emitted as he then bent over once again.