forced my legs apart, my ass resting on the nightstand as he battled to hold me still. I dug my nails into his arms and shoulders, trying to push him back as he stepped between my thighs and pushing down his pants. I choked as his grip tightened, stars bursting in front of my eyes as I fought him, desperate to make him stop.
I could see the swell in his boxers and knew if he managed to get inside me, that was it. My fight would be over.
I reached around me for anything I could use against him and my hand slid onto the bulb of the lamp. I twisted it free just as he got his dick out, smashing it against the wall behind me then wheeling it towards his face. The jagged shards slammed into his skin and he reared backwards as I shoved off of the nightstand, punching it into his chest, his arms, his stomach. The wounds were shallow but bloody and he yelled in agony before throwing himself at me again. He tackled me to the floor, the full weight of his body making me cough out a breath as he crushed me into the carpet.
He caught my hand, slamming it against the floor to make me release the remains of the bulb and I grinned up at him as I felt the heat of his blood against my skin.
"You're fucking crazy." He slapped me and my thoughts spun, but I only laughed, the sound filling up the room. "Shut up!"
He knelt up, flipping me over beneath him and I managed to get on my knees as he gripped my hair. I spotted the knife on the floor and snatched it as he ground his hard dick against my ass.
I twisted around fast, aiming for his crotch with the knife but he jerked aside at the last second and the blade sank into his thigh instead. He released my hair with a yell, falling back onto his ass so I lost my grip on the knife and I leapt onto him, grabbing a pillow from the bed and shoving it down over his face. He threw heavy punches into my sides, shoving me off of him and I scrambled up onto the bed as he lunged for me. I made it to the other side of the room and stared at him as he ripped the knife out of his thigh with a growl of pain.
"Fuck you," he spat, pointing the bloody blade at me. "You want out of this marriage, then fine. You can leave it in a body bag, my darling."
He leapt onto the bed as he came at me and with no weapon, I knew I had no choice but to run. I dove into the en-suite, slamming the door shut and locking it just as his weight collided with the wood from the other side.
The space I found myself in had gleaming marble tiles and golden bath taps but nothing I could immediately see to use as a weapon. I retreated from the door, hunting for a way out. But there was none.
Terror rolled down my spine and I sought out my strength, thinking of Nicoli and my heart split into sharp pieces. I’d avenge him, cut out Ramon’s heart and send his demonic soul into the hands of the devil. But even then, I knew nothing would heal the pain of losing my warrior.
I hurried to the vanity unit and started searching for anything I could use against the monster trying to get in.
Ramon kicked the door with a shout of anger and the wood splintered up the middle.
It wasn't going to hold.
I was going to have to fight for vengeance for my mountain man.
And I would win.
Rocco grunted as he kept his arm locked around the neck of the guy he was fighting, restraining him in a choke hold as I made sure the others were dead. The guy’s feet were scrambling against the plush carpet in the games room we’d found him and his friends in as he fought to get free and Rocco grunted a laugh, knowing he’d already won.
A flash of moonlight catching on the blade was the only warning I got as the asshole yanked it from his belt and I yelled out to Rocco as the stronzo swung it back at him.
Rocco cursed violently as the small blade slammed into his thigh, shoving the guy out of his arms and crashing down onto the