Trafficked Love Ch. 15 - Sex Stories

Trafficked Love Ch. 15

... This was trouble. In a blur of movements, Rich was on top of the man, ripping him from Angel’s writhering body. With all his might and anger, he threw the man away from her, before quickly pinning him down to further release his anger on the human punching bag. The two men struggled while Angel still laid on the ground, gasping as air quickly entered her slightly purple lips. Rich pulled his pocketknife out, flicking it open and pushed it’s blade to the man’s throat. A thin line of crimson slowly appeared under the metal blade. “What the hell’s going on here!?” Angel recognized Dante’s distinct voice, but was still too weak and breathless to attempt to sit up and greet him. Rich looked up to see Dante, just outside the door, his brow furrowed, and eyes wide as he watched the trickle of blood run down the pinned man’s neck. Rich released the man beneath him, standing, his knife still in his hand. The man quickly scurried away from Rich, to his feet, and then darted around the corner of the building, holding his bleeding neck in one hand. He would be fine, the cut wasn’t deep, but it was enough. He may not scar physically, but mentally, he would scar for life. Rich and Dante locked eyes. Dante’s eyes were full of shock and concern; Rich’s were filled with a red-hot anger. Angel gasped again; her gasp was almost a whimper, making both men turn to look at her. Both men started for her quickly, each concerned. Dante got to her first. “Angel, what happened? Are you alright? Angel.” ...

... Rich grabbed Dante’s shoulder, ripping him away from her, making Dante stumble backwards. He let out a low growl as he put himself between Dante and Angel. “Don’t pretend to be a knight in shining armor.” He bent down, sliding one arm under Angel’s back, the other under her knees. Lifting her, he cradled her body to his chest protectively before turning back to Dante. “You’re just another scumbag who buys sex from cheap whores. Don’t pretend you care about anything than your daily piece of ass,” he spat at the man. Dante’s face was one of instant shock, almost hurt by Rich’s statement. But he could see why it would seem true. Although he cared for Angel on a deeper level than that of just a piece of sex meat, he paid for her business. He was no better than any other pervert, and he had no choice but to let the two of them go, watching them disappear behind the club’s back door. +-+-+ The door slammed behind them as Rich carried Angel back inside the club. He then shoved his way through the door to the men’s restroom, startling a man at one of the urinals. “Out!” Rich shouted at the man, who jumped enough to miss the urinal with the last bit of his stream. Rich sat Angel on the edge of the sink as he heard the zipper of the man’s pants fly up, but then his glaring eyes, still filled with his red-hot anger, looked up at the man as he reached for the sink’s faucet. The man froze, and looked at Rich, then, quickly getting the hint, hurried out of the restroom without washing his ...