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Lyric was pressed against the side of the house, but with the big body pressed to hers, keeping her immobile, and the hand still on her throat, she was helpless.

“God, you smell good.”

Her eyes widened at the slurred sound of Devon’s voice by her ear. He started working his mouth down her cheek and throat, and sucked at the base of her neck.

She tried to wedge her hands between their bodies and push him away, but he was a big guy, and strong, too.

And then a wet mouth latched onto her throat.

“You taste so good, Lyric.” He ran his tongue up her throat and kissed the side of her mouth. Lyric turned her head and tried to push him away, but he had her pinned to the side of the house.

He let go of her mouth, but wrapped his hand loosely around her neck.

“Devon, let me go. You’re drunk.”

“I’ve wanted you for a long ass time, but you keep being a little cock teasing bitch.”

She had no idea what in the hell he was talking about. Not only did he never once ask her out or imply that he wanted her, he’d been nothing but a dick to her.

She tried moving out from under him, but this time he had his lips pressed to her mouth.

“Come on, Lyric. Just put out. Stop playing hard to get,” he murmured against her mouth, and she turned her head, feeling bile rise. He smelled like cigarettes and booze, and the combination was sickening.

“No, Devon,” she tried pushing him away again. “Please stop or I’ll scream.”

“You don’t want me to stop.” He kissed the side of her neck again. “You want me to go further, don’t you, Lyric?”

She opened her mouth to scream, but before she could make a sound he had his hand on her mouth again. Lyric’s heart slammed hard against her ribs. She looked around, hoping to see someone, plead with her eyes to help her. But Devon had picked a spot where it was eerily void of activity.

She breathed out her nose hard and fast, felt herself grow dizzy because of her hyper-respirations, and also the fact Devon was sliding his hand down to cup her breast now.

“Yeah, you’re actually a dirty little slut, aren’t you?” he said, as if to himself. He pressed his fingers painfully into her flesh, and she tried in vain to push him away again.

He removed his hand again and tried to kiss her, but before his fingers could move fully away from her mouth she leaned an inch forward and bit his hand. He grunted, and she used that opportunity to scream out and push him back.

He must have been stunned because he gave her room and was looking down at his hand. She turned, about to run, but he grabbed her hair and yanked her backward.

Tears pricked her eyes, and she gasped out.

“You stupid little bitch.”

She tried to push him away again, but one of his hands was wrapped around her throat again. Hot tears tracked down her cheeks, because she knew if someone didn’t help, or she couldn’t figure out how to stop this, the end result would leave her broken.

Just as she heard the zipper of his jeans being pushed down, Devon’s body was no longer pressed against hers. She was frozen against the side of the house, her focus ahead of her as two shapes were now in the grass.

The lighting was horrible back here, and it didn’t help that she was crying angry and scared tears, her vision blurry.

Lyric wiped her eyes, and the scene before her became clearer, shockingly so. Devon was now on his back on the ground while Landon stood over him, his hands at his sides, his face a mask of rage.

Devon was groaning and holding the side of his face. Landon lifted his head and stared right at her, and she wiped away her tears, feeling all her emotion become numb for a moment.

And then Devon tried to get up. Landon reared his arm back and punched Devon in the gut, dropping the other man to the ground once more.

She felt her eyes widen as she saw the anger morph Landon’s face. He leaned down so he was right over Devon now, and started slamming his fist into Devon’s face repeatedly.

Devon’s feeble attempts to get Landon to stop only seemed to make him more aggressive and violent. In the moonlight, Landon’s muscles strained every time he reared back and slammed his fist into Devon.

He wasn’t saying anything, wasn’t even breathing hard. He looked collected, steady.

Only when Devon finally stopped fighting back and moaned on the ground did Landon get off of him. He stood above Devon for a few seconds, rolling his head on his neck, and then cracking his knuckles.

“You put your hands on Lyric again and I won’t stop, Devon. I’ll fucking kill you.”


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