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Running from Fumes

I open my eyes to the sun shining brightly through my cream colored curtains. I inhale deeply and stretch my body relishing the warmth of my king sized bed. "My empty bed." I think to myself chuckling as I throw my blankets off of me. Today is Sunday, family dinner. Regardless of what plans we have on Sundays, we cancel for dinner. Or bring the plans with us. Mama doesn't care too much for my flings coming to dinner with me so I've made it a point to never make plans on these Sundays. I do have a two hour drive to get to my parents home so I jump up to shower and get things ready to go. As I step into my warm shower letting the water flow over me I try to relax. It's been a tough few weeks and I missed the last family dinner. I'm ready to see my mom and dad. Today will be a day to refill my heart with love and joy. I start washing my hair and move onto shaving my legs as I let my deep conditioner sit for a few minutes. Humming to myself I stop as I hear a click. I live alone. There shouldn't be anyone here. No one else has a key. Was that the door? Suddenly I feel a whoosh of cold air and realize the air conditioner kicked on. I chuckle nervously as I realize I'm being jumpy still. Shaking my head I push the thought away. I had a few small things come up missing around the house. So small I could have easily misplaced them but a niggly feeling in the back of my mind tells me I'm not crazy. I've been extra careful about locking the windows and doors when I'm not home and even installed an extra dead bolt on my front and back doors so I've been feeling much better and more confident. I rinse the conditioner from my hair and lather up my loofah with my coconut & pear scented body wash. I scrub and exfoliate my whole body but linger between my legs. Biting my lip, I wonder if I have time for a quick orgasm while unconsciously my other hand finds my soapy breasts and tweaks my own nipple. Yup. I'll make time. I can't go on a date tonight anyways as I validate my own thoughts. I look down at my flat stomach as I drop my loofah and reach up to grab the shower head and bring it down to my body and adjusted the setting. Whoever made these has to know that no one showers with this setting. It's obviously meant for this. It's a long hard, powerful stream that would be very difficult to actually shower with. I shrug to myself as I feel the power of the stream hitting my stomach. I gently lower it to the aching part of me with one hand, and with the other I continue teasing my nipple. It's been a long time since I've had a release, so this one finds me quickly. In no time a moan escapes from my mouth and I gasp out. My legs feel wobbly and shakily I return the shower head to where it was. Completely unaware of the man who silently slipped out of the bathroom when he found his release as well.

anonymousauthork · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
23 Chs

Chapter 23

**TW for unwanted sexual situations**

Ezra wanted to leave and storm off and go back to his hotel room but wanted to see Rose back to make sure she made it safely. Even if he was hiding and technically stalking her.

So he sat there and waited for her. Just as he was about to climb out of his car to go drag her out of the bar, he sees her coming out.

In an instant Ezra is raging angry, with a black aura. He radiates danger as he watches her walk out of the bar with a man who has his arm around her waist very tightly.

So she won't touch him, but she'll go home with a stranger? He sees the guy say something to her and she laughs and smiles. They start walking towards the hotel and Ezra debates on whether he should confront her as she did to him but decides to wait and see how far she takes it. He drives back, making sure to stay out of their sight and waits in his car until they go inside to follow them.

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Rose doesn't feel well at all. But she's so thankful for this man who hardly knows her, to accompany her back to her hotel safely. She's not sure she could have made it on her own.

She finally makes it to her room and fumbles with her key when the man takes it from her to help her. Rose feels her legs go out, and as she's about to stumble to the ground he catches her, carrying her into her room bridal style. She can feel herself going in and out of unconsciousness at this point and her brain is screaming danger but she can't remember how to make her mouth work. She tries to push the man away.

He lays her down on the bed and stands up with his arms crossed looking down at her. She sees him looking at her with a hungry expression on his face in between her fluttering eye lashes. Desperately trying to stay awake to fight back. How could she be so irresponsible, accepting a drink from a stranger she wonders to herself. A tear slips from her eye. She knows she won't be able to fight back.

She tries to mentally scream for Ezra to save her. Knowing it's impossible. The man reaches down to her and rips her shirt down the middle. She tries to shove his hands away but misses him completely. She sees 6 hands in her dizzy vision.

He sits down on the bed next to her staring at her chest. Then he rips her bra open, exposing her breasts. She hears him groan as he reaches down and pinches her nipples, then lowers his face to her breasts taking a deep sniff of her scent. Then he roughly grabs one of her breasts and pops it in his mouth.

He gets on the bed and hovers over her, breast still in his mouth as he pulls himself out and starts stroking himself while he sucks on her.

Rose is still screaming internally for Ezra but can't move her body. She's paralyzed in fear and scared to make the man angry.

Then he looks down at her pants and starts fumbling with the button. Clearly about to claim her for himself, but just as he slides her pants off, the hotel door bangs open and Ezra flies in.

Rose is drugged and not seeing correctly, but can almost swear that his eyes are fire red. She was crying before but now tears are flying down her face in relief.

Ezra pulls the man off of Rose by his throat, lifting him in the air while the man scratches at his hands desperately trying to breathe, and Ezra slams him into the wall. There's a sickening crunch as his head smacks into it.

He's about to fall unconscious but Ezra slaps him in the face, hard. His eyes pop open in fear and Ezra gives him a sly grin. "You don't like it when someone touches your body in a way you haven't asked for?" The man doesn't say anything and Ezra continues, "Why did you choose her?" The man stays silent, frozen in fear, eyes wide. "That's my woman you were assaulting. No one touches my woman." And throws him against the wall again. He slumps down to the floor unconscious and Ezra crouches down to his height. He picks up the mans hand and one by one, breaks each finger. Then he stands and kicks him over and over. In his stomach, his genitals, his head and only when he was satisfied that the man could never physically harm another woman did he stop and rush over to Rose's side.

She was still laying on the bed, exposed. He tenderly lays a blanket across her and strokes her face. She looks up at him, eyes full of relief, tears still streaming down her face. He kisses her forehead, "Oh Rose honey. It's okay. I'm here. I'm here."