The Wolf and His Wife (Wolf 2)

“Shut your mouth.” An enormous hand grabbed the back of my head and slammed me into the wall. “No one is gonna help you.”

My body collided with the wall, and the air left my lungs. I barely had time to stuff my phone down the front of my dress and slip it in my bra. “Let go of me!” I kicked back.

This man was bigger than a horse, so it was like kicking a mountain. He laughed then pressed me into the wall until I was squished like a bug. “I was gonna take you home, but after seeing how pretty you are when you sing…I think I’ll fuck you now.” He yanked up my dress and pushed down my panties.

This couldn’t be happening. “Let me go.”

“Fight, bitch. I was hoping you would.” He pushed me against the wall again and grabbed both of my wrists with a single hand. He was more than a foot taller than me, a fucking giant. He pressed my cheek hard against the wall then forced his big dick right between my ass cheeks. “Damn, you have a nice ass.”

I wanted to scream for Maverick, but I couldn’t say a word. My eyes watered in panic, and I wanted to give up because there was nothing else I could do. This was the beginning of the end, the start of a life of torture that would kill me. “Please…”

“Please beg.” He spoke in my ear. “It’s one of my kinks.”

I tried to buck him off, but it was no use. I would just break my back in the process.

His dick throbbed against my ass cheeks, a monster with its own brain. “You have a small cunt, so it’ll be a tight fit. But we’ll make it work.” He licked his palm and smeared it along his crown and base.

A police car drove past the street, the lights and sirens on. They weren’t coming for me, but they were enough of a distraction to make my assailant turn to look.

Then I dropped down and hit the ground.

He grabbed me by the hair and tried to yank me back. “There’s no running from this, baby.”

My teeth clenched down on his hand, and I bit him like a damn animal. Blood gushed into my mouth and everywhere else.

The man yanked his hand back, but he chuckled like it was a game. “You want to play rough, huh?”

I got to my feet and sprinted. I ran across the street, almost got hit by a car, and kept running. There were only a few cars on the road but no pedestrians. The ones who were around immediately cowered away when they saw the commotion.

I fished the phone out of my dress. “Maverick!”

“I’m coming to get you!” He spoke a million miles an hour, knowing I didn’t have time. “You’re on del Corso?”

“Yes.”

“Turn left.”

I would have asked why under normal circumstances, but this wasn’t normal. I ran as hard as I could, ignoring the aches from my feet and the possibility of breaking my ankle in my heels. Years in show business taught me how to move in the damn things. “I’m going.”

“Keep going past the next two stop signs.”

“I can’t run that long!”

“You’re gonna have to!”

I didn’t look back as I kept running, crossing traffic just to confuse the asshole behind me.

“There’s a narrow alleyway with a blue bicycle to your left. Take it.”

I did it without hesitation.

“Keep going until you see another narrow passageway with clothes on a line.”

I turned left, getting into a tighter space between two buildings.

“Left.”

I was going back in the direction I came, back to the busy street.

“Cross the street and go left.”

“I can’t keep this up for long—”

“Do what I say.” The sound of his revving engine was in the background.

I kept going.

He directed me through various passageways, getting me away from the assholes without covering much ground. I kept going, crossing streets and turning in circles as I shook off my attackers.

I’d passed the same building a couple of times. When I rounded it for the third time, he told me to go inside.

“What? I can’t get in there.”

“There’s a keypad on the entrance. Find it.”

There were double glass doors leading to some kind of private entrance. I found the keypad on the left. “Got it.”

“Type in 64831 then pound.”

My breathing was haywire, and I could barely keep my fingers straight. I somehow didn’t make any mistakes, even though I was losing my shit.

“You should have enough time before they catch up with you.”

A beep sounded and the doors opened.

“Get inside.”

I stepped inside the doors, and they closed a second later.

“Take the elevator to the third floor.”

I got inside and hit the button. I leaned against the wall and tried to catch my breath, my feet bloody and my dress torn. The door opened to a loft.