radicalducati 2.35
2.35
Angelina’s POV
I stared at him silently, waiting for his next move, daring him to come at me again.
“You really wanna fight me? Because let me tell you, it won’t end well for you” he said playfully, but I could still feel the underlying tension in there.
“I really don’t want to, Lucas. But you’re pushing me. All you have to do is hand me my ID and let me go. That’s all I’m asking for” I tried to say reasonably.
“Angel, we’re way past that already. You’re not going anywhere” he said in a bored tone like I was a broken record.
I shook my head in disgust “I’m no angel Lucas. You better not call me that again”
Fact is ‘Angel’ was my mom’s nickname for me, and hearing it from him rattled me to the core but I tried so hard to shove past that.
He smiled at me seductively “Well, you can’t really spell Angelina without Angel. So you kind of are”
Arrogant, smartass, prick! just come at me already so I have an excuse to make you regret ever saying that nickname!
“Lucas, stop this” Diana warned angrily.
He ignored her and took a few steps towards me, and sweet mother of God, I never felt relieved to have him take those steps in my direction before as I did right now.
His hand darted for my arm again and I didn’t waste a second before I brought my elbow down hard into his stomach, feeling the breath get knocked right out of him as he bent forward.
My anger, fear, and frustration took over and I didn’t stop there as I brought my other fist into his jaw, punching him with all my might.
He groaned painfully as his knees hit the ground again and I backed away from him.
“That’s for calling me a prostitute repeatedly when you knew damn well that I wasn’t!” I yelled at him unable to control my anger from seeping into my voice as I kept recalling how fucking degraded he made me feel.
The retard started laughing through his coughing like a maniac.
He stood up again with his stupid smirk claiming his lips as he said mischievously “Where was this feisty Angel hiding all this time? Zade trained you well I see. Appear like a victim, vulnerable and innocent, so you’d be underestimated and then strike like an avenging angel when you feel trapped. Hell of a strategy. Did he teach you those moves personally? Are you like his personal undercover assassin or something?”
His words burn me so fiercely, I feel my tears falling instantly.
I couldn’t keep my response from passing through my lips darkly “It’s called self defense you dumbass. They teach them everywhere, it might be a foreign concept in your little town, but they do give martial arts classes in the city, I don’t need to be anything to learn how to defend myself against anyone who dares to hurt me. And here is a truthful fact about me, I’m no novice”
“Yeah, I fucking figured. You almost broke my jaw, Angel” he said sarcastically as his hand touched his definitely sore jaw.
“Stop calling me that!” I screamed at him in frustration.
“Make me” he dared me oh so sweetly with that seductive tone that I couldn’t resist.
I came at him this time without needing a fucking reason. In the far distance, I could hear Diana asking us to stop this, but I was too blinded with bottled up rage at this asshole, it didn’t fully register as I brought my fist again towards his jaw hell bent on breaking it for real this time, but it didn’t reach it as Lucas grabbed my fist in his and twisted it behind me painfully that I gasped in pain. He circled his other arm around my other one before I could use it and pinned me in place.
“Don’t make me hurt you, Angel. It will only end badly for you” he whispered in my ear from behind.
I don’t answer him as I take advantage of the grave mistake he just made when he dipped his head low to whisper near my ear. I whip my head backwards fast and strong, hitting his nose. I felt frustrated when I didn’t hear it break much to my disappointment. However, it did the trick as he growled in agony and his hold on me loosened momentarily.
I twisted around and kneed him exactly where I wanted to from the moment I laid eyes on him for the first time, in the damn balls.
His groan of pain was like music to my ears.
“Still want to call me Angel?” I asked victoriously as he held on to his privates.
My victory was short lived however.
I didn’t anticipate his pain endurance to be so fucking strong.
But I mean come on Angelina, how dumb can you be? he’s a crazy son of a bitch. Of course he can withstand a lot of pain without letting it cripple him down!
He lunged at me so unexpectedly, I didn’t have time to brace myself.
We went down right on the snow as he tried to pin me down with his arms and legs, but I fought against him so viciously, I ended up kneeing him again near the groin as he roared in my ear like a maniac, and managed to scratch one of his cheeks with my nails, drawing blood.
“Get off!” I screamed back in his ear as loud as I can while he winced in response.
I have no idea how this all looked to everyone gathered around us, watching this, but personally, I felt like we were two angry wolves, clawing at each other trying to get the upper hand on one another.
The asshole finally managed to pin me down successfully with his body pressing so hard against me that he was slowly suffocating me while his hands and legs pinned mine down so strongly, I was definitely going to end up with bruises over my skin. I tried to head butt him, but he already anticipated that as he moved his head away from my reach.
I kept struggling against him, thrashing wildly, and screaming at him to let me go until he roared in my face so dangerously “Knock it off!”
“Or what!” I roared back, totally at the end of my patience.
Apparently he was too, as he yelled at me in anger “There is no or in this. You have no fucking choice but to fucking talk!”
“Fuck you!” I yelled back.
Never in my whole life have I ever used that abhorring sentence on anyone before.
Lucas Snow just brings out a side of me I never had before. And it was no good thing, not good at all.
What the hell Angelina? His whole family is standing here, his mom just heard me saying that to him for crying out loud! Argh! Someone shoot me dead right now!
My comeback takes him by surprise that he just stares at me with an amused look, his anger taking the backseat for a minute.
He grinned and whispered so low, I was sure no one heard him but me “Is that an invitation? Because let me tell you, you fighting me so bravely for dominance and me forcing you to submit is exactly how I like it. Hell, you kneeing me just made me so fucking hard already and I will bet on anything that it did the exact same thing to your possibly virgin pussy”
I gasped at his fucking audacity and stared at him wide eyed. I was struck speechless from the unexpected dirtiness of those words that just left his mouth. And as if to show me proof of it, he secretly rubbed his definitely turned on member against my slightly spread, pinned thighs.
My heartbeat sky rocketed more than it already was as I registered his action.
His move took all the courage I was holding on to and replaced it with immense dread that froze me to the bone. I didn’t even dare to breathe.
His eyes registered my instant fear and they turned from amused to regretful in a sincerity that baffled me to the core.
He does possess some shred of decency after all.
Is it enough to save me from his sick, psychopathic rage for refusing to tell him anything though?
I had no fucking idea.