The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 165

Chapter 165: HER KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR

Abigail

"You bitch!"

Gavin tightened his hand around my throat, driving me backward into the nearest wall. The violent impact yanked air out of lungs.

His face was close and ugly as fuck. My chest heaved painfully as I tried to breathe.

"Thought you were smart, huh?" he spat, saliva hitting my face. "Getting me locked up. I’ll bet you thought you were fucking smart!"

Let go, you bastard!

I couldn’t speak. His grip was too tight, crushing my windpipe. The bathroom spun around me and my hands came up, clawing at his wrist.

Not like this, I would not go down like this.

I drove my knee hard between his legs, aiming for his crotch. His grip loosened around my neck and he let out a string of curses, scrunching his face in raw pain.

I pushed off the wall and ran, hitting the bathroom door with my shoulder, stumbling into the corridor. How did he get out of prison? Had he been watching me-

"Ow!" 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

His hand grabbed my hair. He yanked hard and snapped my head back. I went down on one knee, my scalp screaming as the bastard hauled me upright by the roots of my freaking hair, his other hand coming back around my throat from behind.

"Not this time," he growled.

I drove my elbow back into his ribs twice, he grunted but didn’t let go, the grip at my throat tightening. The corridor swam, the overhead lights blurring out of my focus. Tears spilled down the corner of my eyes and I could barely make a sound.

My knees buckled and I was going down when the weight behind me disappeared so suddenly, I hit the floor.

Air flooded back into my throat and I gulped it down, wheezing violently. What the fuck?

Grunts and groans filled my ears and the scent, a very familiar deep Tom Ford scent teased my nose.

I turned to find Finnegan’s hands wound tight around Gavin’s collar, his face flamed with anger, veins popping in his forehead and arms. His arm flexed under his suit as he withdrew it and smashed it right into Gavin’s face with a sickening crack.

"Who the fuck are you?" he hissed, driving another punch that sent Gavin crashing into the opposite wall. "And how dare you touch her?"

"Stay out of this,’ Gavin wheezed, but his words were muffled by his loud yelps as Finnegan smashed into him harder with each punch.

Gavin couldn’t even throw a punch back. He slumped in Finnegan’s arms, blood spilling down his busted lips and nose, his swollen eyes were plump red. He looked like he had been beaten by an angry mob and the fear of what could happen next had me screaming

"Finnegan!" I choked out. "Finn, stop. He’s done."

He didn’t seem to hear me. Around us the commotion had footsteps rushing to the bathroom corridor and gasps exploded through the air.

"What happened?"

"Someone call 911!"

"Stop." I pushed off the floor. "Finn, he’s unconscious, stop!"

His fist froze mid swing, his strong, muscular chest heaved intensely and his knuckles were split, blood glistening them. He spun around to look at me, his green eyes softening.

"Are you okay?" He dropped Gavin to the floor and quickly crossed over to me.

"I’m fine." I recoiled, putting a safe distance between us but not before his eyes flickered with hurt.

"He hurt you. Did he touch you? Why was he strangling you?" He panted, eyeing the red, visible marks around my neck.

How did he get out? What was even the guarantee that he wouldn’t get out again this time?

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