Page 65 of Captivated By You
I tried to call out to him, to plea for him to be careful, but my lids were drooping. It was hard to breathe, harder to stay on my feet.
I forced myself to focus. On Liam. His fists. The word LOVE inked and popped in his knuckles.
LOVE.
I could stay strong for him.
His size was no comparison to Harrison. His arm was beginning to tremble, either weakening from choking me for so long or from fear.
“Get the fuck out of our house,” he said. “And if I find out you did fuck my fiancée, I’ll kill you.”
“Fiancée?” Liam asked. Pain lashed his features before he stepped closer.
“No,” I gasped.
“Shut the fuck up, cunt,” Harrison snapped. He jerked me against me and I cried out from the pain. Goddamn, he was strong.
“Seems the woman disagrees,” Liam said. He stalked closer. Almost touching distance to me. His gaze scanned the room before returning to Harrison and he smirked. “But I gotta tell you, when my fingers were in her pussy and then my mouth tasted her, the only thing she was screaming was my name.”
“Fucker,” Harrison growled. Liam was drawing him into a rage. I could sense it as his limbs trembled.
For a brief moment, his hold on me loosened. I jerked against him, shoving him into the kitchen counter.
It was enough to make him stumble as his back slammed against the granite.
“Fuck!” He yanked me, but it didn’t matter.
Liam grabbed one of my hands and pulled me toward him then past him. I stumbled, arms flying to gain balance but I crashed to my knees.
“Liam!” I shouted as I turned to look back. His fist was raised, blood already on his knuckles. He was bent over Harrison.
He punched him and blood flew into the air. From Harrison, from Liam, I couldn’t tell.
I got up and ran to him, pulling him back, grasping for his shirt. “Stop. Please. You can’t.”
He threw his arm down once more and the sickening crunch of bone on bone breaking echoed in the air.
“Damn it!” he shouted. “Fuck him.”
“I know. Please.” I tugged on his shirt and he stepped back.
Harrison fell to the floor, crumbling into a pile. Blood was smeared all over his listless expression. He was out. His nose nastily crooked.
I couldn’t find it inside myself to care, except that he looked gross.
“Liam,” I gasped. My throat stung. My voice was scratchy. I still could barely breathe or talk, but then strong arms were around me, lifting me.
Liam cradled me, carried me to a couch and held me.
“Holy shit. Are you okay? I’m so sorry, sweetheart. So damn sorry.”
“You’re here.” I clung to him. My face shoved into his shoulder I couldn’t find my grip. Couldn’t burrow close enough.
“Shhh. Rest your voice. I’ve got you. You’re safe.”
He held me tightly to him.
“We need to get out of here.”
“We will. Rest. Calm down. Take as much time as you need. When you’re ready, we’ll go.”
I did as I was told, for once not caring about being bossed around.
I trusted Liam. He’d saved me. As I closed my eyes, the last thought I remembered thinking, before sleep and adrenaline crash took me down was how much I loved him.
How much I never wanted to leave him.
“I don’t want you to leave me ever again, either,” he whispered, lips at my ear.
I shivered from his voice, his touch, his comfort. And then I fell asleep.
