Possessive Love, chaotic risks.

2.) "Did you seriously just bite me?"

"Nooo! Let go of me! Please Nooo!"

My screams echoed throughout the alley buildings and all I could pray for was for someone to hear my cries for help. Someone to save me from what was going to be the worst experience of my life! The heartbeat in my chest kept getting faster and faster, as if it was going to explode out of my chest, tears falling down my face as I tried to keep as much space between us. There was no way I was going to let them near me.

"Your little cries for help aren't going to help you, you slut! No one cares enough to help you!" He laughed it out like a creepy old man.

Stepping closer to me while his sick twisted partner did the same as him. He brought his hand up to my chin, smelling like straight alcohol and tobacco, tried to force me to look at him but I refused. My body jumped when he yelled.

"Look at me! You think that you're going to get away without giving us what we want!?" He pulled at my dress again then slapped me so hard I instantly fell to the ground. Holding my face, I once again refused to look up at him as he hovered over me.

"You want to keep looking away, huh!? . . . .. Fine, get up now!" His hand grabbed me by my hair and lifted me up while still maintaining a grip on my scalp.

"You will give us what we want, or we will take it."

"Please just let me go, I... I just want to go home. I have money, I can give you my money!" I begged him over and over, covering myself crying with the tight grip he had on my hair. The fear I felt was like no other. His partner kept laughing at me and trying to pull my arms away from my cleavage. He then got mad for slapping his hands away from me, so he decided to grab me and push me against a brick wall.

My head snapped back as he pushed me with his force, and I hit the brick wall, losing sight of what was about to unravel in front of me. My body dropped to the floor after impact and I couldn't get up, everything became a blur, pain shooting through the back of my head, feeling as if I cracked my skull open, but as I laid there, I heard another voice yell something out. It couldn't be the drunks because the voice didn't have a slur to it and was much deeper than theirs.

As I tried to lift my head up to see what was going on, a big commotion began to erupt in front of me. I heard the two drunks trying to explain themselves and nervously laughing. But once their laugh was over, I heard them yell for mercy. My head still felt out of it as I tried to keep my eyes open to see what was going on, but I just couldn't really see anything, just a bunch of fuzz. My sight started to go dark when I saw a big blurry figure coming my way.

"Hey, hey, are you okay? Come on, open your eyes, can you hear me?" His hand gripped my face gently, but I couldn't keep my eyes open. His touch was so gentle and so inviting I couldn't help but let go and put my trust in this stranger's hand. My head dropped to the side as my eyes closed shut this time, not being able to even cooperate with his words. How can I feel that way without even seeing who that person was?

"No, no, don't close your eyes, come on stay with me-" He tried to shake me, but no use.

"F**k, you got to be kidding me."

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"Uugh, what the f**k." I let out a soft moan, bringing my hand to rub the back of my head, flinching at the pain that was shooting through my entire head as I sat up.

"Where the f**k am I?" I said to myself as my eyes began to scan the room. This room was gigantic and had such an open view of the whole city. Something like a presidential suite but better furniture and such an expensive taste, coming from the soft red silky blankets and giant fur thrown blanket. As I began to observe more and more, I noticed that I was not even in my club outfit, but yet was wearing a silky black short bodycon bed gown. Hugged my curves just right. Most importantly, it made my breasts stand out.

I freaked out when I noticed that all of the clothing I had on was not on my body.

Brand new dress, no bra and brand-new lace thong on? But how!? I thought to myself, trying to remember what had happened after work. Did I go home with a guy? But I wasn't too drunk to forget. The more I tried to remember, the stronger my headache got. I looked around the bed to see if my cell phone was there, but not even my own cell phone was to be seen.

"You got to be kidding me, where the f**k did I leave my f*****g phone? Shit... really?" I said to myself in disbelief. My cell phone was gone, and I had no way of knowing what time it was. Or where was I at? I got off the bed slowly and made my way to the wall that had seemed to be like glass windows. The closer I got, I noticed that it was a balcony and one of the windows/doors was slightly open.

I took small steps towards the door, reaching to open it slowly. As I began to step foot outside to the balcony, the sun looked like it was coming down, but how if I left the club around 2 am? How could the sun be setting?

" I see you're up, how are you feeling?" A deep seductive voice came from the balcony.

My eyes shot towards the voice in disbelief of who was sitting there holding onto a glass of dark liquor and a cigar, shirtless and wearing nothing but gray pajama sweatpants.

"You... you're... that man from the club..." my jaw dropped as I saw him stand up. Showing off his well-defined abs, his muscular arms, but most importantly, showing off how his gray sweats outlined his d**k print. He passed his hands through his hair, pushing back the strands that fell on his face as he stood up.

I didn't know what to do or say. Could this really happen? He's the gorgeous goddess of a man that was at my job. The one who told his buddy it was enough flirting with me. But how? What in the world happened last night? Am I going crazy?

He made his way to me and as he came closer, I took a few steps back into the room, not knowing what he was about to do. His facial expression shifted as he saw me backing away in fear.

"Are you okay?" He said, reaching out to me, but all I did was back up more.

"Hey, I'm not going to hurt you. It's okay, you can trust me." His tone softened up and so did his expression.

I shook my head, scared to even get near him. Taking a few steps closer to me, I tried to turn around and run to the door. Once at the bedroom door, I tried to unlock the door and scream, but then I felt a grip around my waist and I was lifted off the floor in an instant, my mouth was covered by a big thick hand that could almost cover my whole face!

Struggling to get out of his grip, I bit his hand and he yelled out.

"F**K! Are you kidding me!?" he growled as he threw me onto the bed.

I hit the bed and tried to bring my dress down when he climbed right on top of me and pinned both my arms above my head. His big manly hands cupped my chin gently and made me face him. As I faced him eye to eye, I felt in his grip that his touch seemed familiar.

"Did you seriously just bite me?" holding his grip. He had an upset but confused look on his face.

"I'm... I'm sorry... I don't know what you want from me."

"Want from you? I don't need anything from you. I was just trying to help you out." loosening his grip around my hands but still holding onto my face. My eyes widened seeing how sincere he was through his beautiful hazel eyes. I let my body relax and he let me go. I was able to sit up on the bed.

"I'm sorry... It's just I'm so shaken up. It's taking me a minute to try and remember what the f**k happened last night." I said to him, rubbing the back of my head and noticing his expression change. "Sorry if I offended you-" "You need to watch your mouth. A lady like you shouldn't speak in that kind of language, understood?" Lowering his gaze at me, he then lifted his right hand to move a piece of my hair behind my ear. His thumb slowly caressed my cheek, and it filled my stomach with such a warm feeling.

My face began to lean to his touch, but then he took his hand away and looked at me angry.

"Why were you dressed like that in the streets? Do you know what could have happened to you!?" he yelled at me, getting off of the bed and walking towards the balcony door. "You are that clueless about what men can do to you!? Is it the attention you want!? Cause come on women, you should know better!"

I felt my heart sink just seeing and hearing how disgusted he was with me. I barely even knew the man, but just hearing those words come from such a handsome man broke me a little. Tears began to fill my eyes and a small whimper came from my mouth. Covering my mouth, I tried to hold my tears back. The flashback of the memories began to hit me more and more as he yelled at me about my appearance.

He turned around just as I was doing so, his eyebrows raising as if he felt guilty for saying those things. I felt him come back on the bed and take hold of my arm.

"I didn't mean to come at you like a d**k, I'm just frustrated by what had happened. No women like you should ever have to go through what you had last night." as he said those words more tears began to fall down my face. He pulled me into his arms and wrapped me in a hug, a hug that made me break down even more. Feeling his muscular arms hold me.

"It's okay, let it all out now, I won't let anyone hurt you." his words were sincere as he ran his hands through my hair and rubbed my back with the other hand.

Who was he really? And why do I feel like I should trust him? My mind couldn't comprehend anything but only the fact that I was humiliated, beaten and almost r***d.