her heart stopped. Waves of numbness reached her brain and for a moment, she was so appalled, she could’ve cried.
But she wouldn’t panic. Panic froze reflexes. And she needed everything intact to wriggle out of this sticky situation.
Grabbing her purse, that was riding on her shoulders, Kat it and pushed it between them. He batted it away and his large hands pinned her to a pillar. Her hipbone shook at the impact. Before she could adjust to the pain, his mouth descended on her skin. Her heart jumped out of her chest.
God, how had she ended up alone with a pervert?
“Listen, I know it’s late at night.” Forming every syllable with excruciating effort, Kat kept fear from getting into her voice. “But there’s no reason to be unpleasant.”
“I swear you have the sexiest mouth I’ve seen.” His gaze let her know where he was imagining that mouth being.
Sweat dripped down her neck. The fact that the temperature was over a ninety today helped.
“Look, don’t do this. Sexual assault is a crime. I know you’re drunk, but try to use your head for a second. Do you want to go to prison because of a poor choice? No, right?”
Hunting around with her eyes, Kat tried to locate someone who could help her. Where were the police when you needed them?
He pressed her into the wall, a forceful thrust. With the buffer of her bag gone, the impact rattled her shoulder. She felt something snap. Better not be a bone, or she was screwed. Ache seized the back of her neck.
“Fuck you. Fuck everybody.” He squinted at her, then in a fit of fury, produced something that drained the blood from her face. A gun.
Anxiety rode her. Every single muscle in her body clenched when the cold barrel contacted the spot between her breasts. She could’ve cried. Actually, she would’ve, if she hadn’t been scared that it would startle him and he’d end up pulling the trigger by mistake. He didn’t look in control of himself at all.
“I know you’re a good person deep down. Please think this though...” Words died on her tongue, when he bellowed.
“Shut up!”
As if on cue, the silver body of the northbound A train chugged to a halt. The lights up front blinked and startled her assaulter. His hand fell away.
This was her chance.
Taking a risk, Kat got away from his reach.
Then, as soon as the metal doors parted, she rushed in as fast as her feet would carry her.
The bang bang of heels against the train car’s floor startled Alex and ended the meditative state that he’d fallen into.
A swish of hot air pummeled into his face and a woman scrambled in. She grabbed the metal rod to the right of the door immediately. Her shoulder showed bruising; he could see that because the neck of her blouse was wide. In her eyes, horror blinked.
Alex shouldn’t be noticing irrelevant details like how lush her eyelashes were or how plump her lips were, or how symmetrical her face shape was at a time like this, but he did. The curse of being a visually-oriented man.
“Sugar...”
She was tailed by a drink man, loosely holding a gun. Alex didn’t believe in superstitions, but meeting a drunk stranger with a gun on public transport was never a good sign. He waited and watched, not sure he wanted to witness this particular incident.
The woman attempted to hurry to a seat, but the man behind her was faster in thrusting her shoulder against the closed door.
She whimpered in pain, looking too exhausted to scream or cry when the man put his hands all over her and tugged the waistband of her jeans down.
In no time, the steel barrel was digging into her forehead. Shit just got real .
Great. The one day he’d decided to take the subway was the exact day some psycho showed up and tried to rape a woman.
The gunman’s yellowed teeth edged close to her spray of red hair. “Drop your bag.”
Alex’s eyes widened and adrenaline jumped into his bloodstream.
She dropped her bag immediately when prodded once more with a shove of the gun, but
But she wouldn’t panic. Panic froze reflexes. And she needed everything intact to wriggle out of this sticky situation.
Grabbing her purse, that was riding on her shoulders, Kat it and pushed it between them. He batted it away and his large hands pinned her to a pillar. Her hipbone shook at the impact. Before she could adjust to the pain, his mouth descended on her skin. Her heart jumped out of her chest.
God, how had she ended up alone with a pervert?
“Listen, I know it’s late at night.” Forming every syllable with excruciating effort, Kat kept fear from getting into her voice. “But there’s no reason to be unpleasant.”
“I swear you have the sexiest mouth I’ve seen.” His gaze let her know where he was imagining that mouth being.
Sweat dripped down her neck. The fact that the temperature was over a ninety today helped.
“Look, don’t do this. Sexual assault is a crime. I know you’re drunk, but try to use your head for a second. Do you want to go to prison because of a poor choice? No, right?”
Hunting around with her eyes, Kat tried to locate someone who could help her. Where were the police when you needed them?
He pressed her into the wall, a forceful thrust. With the buffer of her bag gone, the impact rattled her shoulder. She felt something snap. Better not be a bone, or she was screwed. Ache seized the back of her neck.
“Fuck you. Fuck everybody.” He squinted at her, then in a fit of fury, produced something that drained the blood from her face. A gun.
Anxiety rode her. Every single muscle in her body clenched when the cold barrel contacted the spot between her breasts. She could’ve cried. Actually, she would’ve, if she hadn’t been scared that it would startle him and he’d end up pulling the trigger by mistake. He didn’t look in control of himself at all.
“I know you’re a good person deep down. Please think this though...” Words died on her tongue, when he bellowed.
“Shut up!”
As if on cue, the silver body of the northbound A train chugged to a halt. The lights up front blinked and startled her assaulter. His hand fell away.
This was her chance.
Taking a risk, Kat got away from his reach.
Then, as soon as the metal doors parted, she rushed in as fast as her feet would carry her.
The bang bang of heels against the train car’s floor startled Alex and ended the meditative state that he’d fallen into.
A swish of hot air pummeled into his face and a woman scrambled in. She grabbed the metal rod to the right of the door immediately. Her shoulder showed bruising; he could see that because the neck of her blouse was wide. In her eyes, horror blinked.
Alex shouldn’t be noticing irrelevant details like how lush her eyelashes were or how plump her lips were, or how symmetrical her face shape was at a time like this, but he did. The curse of being a visually-oriented man.
“Sugar...”
She was tailed by a drink man, loosely holding a gun. Alex didn’t believe in superstitions, but meeting a drunk stranger with a gun on public transport was never a good sign. He waited and watched, not sure he wanted to witness this particular incident.
The woman attempted to hurry to a seat, but the man behind her was faster in thrusting her shoulder against the closed door.
She whimpered in pain, looking too exhausted to scream or cry when the man put his hands all over her and tugged the waistband of her jeans down.
In no time, the steel barrel was digging into her forehead. Shit just got real .
Great. The one day he’d decided to take the subway was the exact day some psycho showed up and tried to rape a woman.
The gunman’s yellowed teeth edged close to her spray of red hair. “Drop your bag.”
Alex’s eyes widened and adrenaline jumped into his bloodstream.
She dropped her bag immediately when prodded once more with a shove of the gun, but
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