Becoming My Ex’s Mother in Law by Aurora Starling

Chapter 12

The man threw me in front of him without releasing my arm. I tried to pry his hand off me, but his grip was like iron. I stomped on his foot, but he twisted my arm until I gasped in pain.

He tore my n*eckline, exposing my breasts. He stuffed his hand into the cup of my bra, groping and pinching me roughly. I dug my fingernails into his arm, but he did not seem to notice.

The man tore off my bra and threw it farther down the alley. My breasts fully exposed to him, he kneaded and rubbed me like I was nothing more than an object for his pleasure. He lifted one of my breasts to his mouth and bit the n*pple, stopping short of making it bleed.

I cried out. My heart raced to the point that I could almost feel it pounding out of my chest. Tears poured from my eyes as I fought to rip the man’s hands off me.

The man pulled me closer. I could feel his erect cr otch pressing into me. I tried to knee him, but I missed.

The man caught my leg and wrapped it around his waist, allowing him to rub his member against me more intimately.

He k*ssed me and shoved his tongue down my throat. I nearly choked and tried to bite his tongue. With an incomprehensible curse at me, he bit my l*p until I tasted blood, then moved his face to less than an inch from mine.

I tried to pull away, but I couldn’t without falling to the ground. He seemed to take pleasure in my compromising position, and I just wanted to vomit from the thought.

I shuddered as I heard and felt his heavy breathing rolling onto my face. I pushed at his face, trying to give myself room as his breath suffocated me.

Suddenly, I caught a whiff of the man’s scent. I knew this scent. It had once brought me so much joy, and now I would do anything to get away from it.

“Bob? Is that you? Let go of me!”

He didn’t speak. He only emitted a low, sinister laugh that caused me to shake in

terror.

“I said, let go of me! Now!”

He leaned in close to my ear and whispered, “Never.”

This couldn’t be happening. This just could not be happening. I knew that Bob would be mad at me for rejecting him, but I never would have imagined him doing something this cruel to me, or to any woman.

A wave of nausea hit me as his cold hands roamed my b*dy. It was hard to imagine that these hands once brought me pleasure, that I had once dreamt of these hands touching me during those lonely nights in prison. Now, I could only imagine them bringing me pain.

I tried to scream again, but he clamped his hand over my mouth and pulled me to the ground by my hair.

I landed hard, the back of my head hitting the asphalt beneath me. Temporarily dazed, I could not fight back as Bob took advantage of my vulnerability. I could not believe the monster that Bob had become.

He clearly did not care how much he hurt me in the process of getting what he wanted, but something about how he acted seemed beyond lecherous. It was predatory. It was murderous.

It was insane.

The realization hit me all at once. Bob did not only intend to rape me. He intended to rape and kill me.

me,

Bob came from a humble background and used to be a bartender. If it hadn’t been for the naïve and passionate woman with a significant inheritance that he had managed to woo, he would have never become who he was now. He must have found some way to hide his troubled past, and now I was the only one who knew about it.

And it seemed that he would do anything to get rid of me and keep that past buried.

Panic struck me, coursed through my veins. Bob would rape me and kill me and then ensure that no one would be able to find me. I would just be another in a long list of missing women whose fate my loved ones would never learn.

Maybe this was my punishment for being such an idiot. Maybe this was the universe’s way of teaching me to be careful about who I associated with too late for me to do anything about it. Maybe I deserved this for loving Bob in the first place.

No. No, I did not deserve this. No one deserved this, any of this.

A surge of adrenaline rushed through me. I couldn’t let it end this way. Bob couldn’t be allowed to get away with this.

He couldn’t be allowed to hurt me, or any woman, like this ever again.

I struggled beneath Bob, trying to kick, knee, hit, or claw at him. I even licked and bit his hand. I gave him not quarter, even as he tried to spread my legs and access my most intimate parts.

It was no use.

He was stronger than me and heavier. My terror and attempts to fight back only seemed to bring him more pleasure. As he tried to lift my dress above my waist, I whimpered in pain and panic.

Again, he laughed that horrible laugh, and my blood ran cold.

No, I was not going to let him win. I could not let him win. Not like this.

Susan growled deep in my mind. She was not going to let Bob win, either.

I could feel Susan start to take control of me. I mimicked her growl from behind Bob’s hand. I could feel my claws begin to extend, leaving deep marks in the ground around me.

My eyes shifted, and my fangs descended. I bit hard on Bob’s hand.

“You bi tch!” Bob growled.

He wrapped his hand around my throat and started to squeeze, slowly choking me. A rumble emitted from his chest, a roar of victory.

I could not transform completely beneath Bob’s grasp. My claws did some real damage as I caught his back, but he barely flinched. I could smell blood coming from his back, but he still did not seem to notice.

My desperate flailing slowed as spots entered my vision.

I allowed myself to sl*p into despair. I didn’t want to admit defeat, but this felt like it could truly be the end. Even Susan seemed close to giving up the fight.

My gasps turned to shallow breaths that I could scarcely catch, and my vision began to fade. My throat burned, and my chest ached.

Then a whiff of a familiar scent tickled my nose.

“Andrew,” Susan said, her voice distant in my mind.

The smallest flicker of hope sparked in my heart.

The beams of a car’s headlights lit up the scene. Bob’s weight lifted off me, and footsteps scuffled on the asphalt around me. Andrew’s smell surrounded me as a new set of muscular arms encircled me.

I could just barely make out Andrew’s voice as my consciousness plunged into

darkness.

“Crystal!”