Finding Forgiveness novel Chapter 17

Ella's POV

"Three, two, one and...he's late," Andrea said looking at his watch after what had been an agonising 24 hours. "It's 2 o clock and Pedro hasn't texted me to say he's got the money. In other words, your Alpha has failed you and now you get to pay the consequences."

"Stay away from me," I hissed as he began to walk closer to where I was still sat in the warehouse.

He laughed and crouched down to my level.

"How do you like it, Blanca?" he asked holding my face in his hand with an uncomfortable degree of force.

I didn't answer and instead glared into his eyes.

"Rough and hard? Or gentle and slow?" he questioned. 

"Go to hell," I spat.

He suddenly lurched forward and grabbed my shoulders. I fought against him and managed to break a hand free and punch him in the face. The sound of impact was loud and he paused for a short second, his grip loosening on me as he brought one hand up to his nose. I stared in utter terror and tried to shuffle back as his face transformed into an expression of pure murder.

"That hurt, Blanca," he said as a drop of blood fell from his nose onto his hand. "But if you wanna play rough, I can play fucking rough."

He then grabbed my legs and hauled me across the flow so that I was underneath him before gripping his hand around my neck and slamming my back onto the hard floor whilst his other hand went for the zipper on my pants. The more I fought, the tighter he squeezed my neck and the less I could breathe until finally, I had no choice but to give up as lack of oxygen was making me begin to black out.

My vision was going stary and colourful and I heard the fateful sound of the zip undoing. But before he could get any further, he suddenly stopped and looked up to the door of the warehouse.

"Get the fuck off her," a deep voice growled.