Ophelia’s POV
I woke up to Lucas's disgusting whiskey breath, and his more disgusting touches on my body.
Surprisingly, I felt lighter and my headspace felt clearer. My limps didn't feel like heavy slabs of brick anymore.
"Fuck, I don't think I can wait any longer," He whispered, fisting my boobs in his hands, like he was about to yank them off my chest.
I felt disgusted and nauseated by him. Everything about him made me want to retch out my insides.
"You bloody bastard," I spat weakly at him, causing his eyes to gape in shock.
"You fucking slut, don't you ever dare talk to me like that," He yelled before delivering a punch to my face.
Immediately, I tasted blood and coughed in his face. He was about to slap me when the door was violently slammed open, and a bloodshot eyed Ryan trudged in with literal murder in his grey eyes.
His gaze softened for a split second as it darted to me before he glared murderously at Lucas once again.
I was more than confused by his sudden appearance but instead of me to say anything, my mouth just loosely hung open.
"Who the hell are you?" Lucas barked, angling his head to face Ryan.
Ryan smirked as his eyes darkened with vengeful Intent before he said, "You fucking jerk," and then proceeded to yank Lucas off me to deliver a befitting punch to his face.
As much as I was pleased with Ryan attacking Lucas, I couldn't stifle the alarmed gasp that left my mouth.
"What the hell is this? You bloody moron," Lucas howled, staggering with a hand clasped to his face.
"Keep asking, you fucking rapist," Ryan bellowed before striking Lucas's bloody face repeatedly which caused Lucas to lose his balance and fall to the floor.
Ryan remained unshaken by the bloody mess of injuries on Lucas face, and sat on him to continue punishing him just like he deserved.
Though, I knew Lucas deserved Ryan's monstrosity and I wanted nothing but for him to die for ever attempting something so atrocious, I didn't want him to die by Ryan's hands because I didn't want Ryan going to jail because of me.
It wasn't like I cared about Ryan in that manner or anything. It was just that Ryan was my savior and I owed my life to him.
As I tried to move from the bed to break them up before Ryan murdered Lucas and left him dead in a pool of blood, my limbs suddenly felt spiky and heavy again.
I grunted in frustration before saying, "That's enough, Ryan. Please stop, don't do this,"
Just like I expected, Ryan full-on ignored me as he wrapped his hands around Lucas's neck, attempting to squeeze the life out of him.
"Ryan, you are going to kill him," I screamed, feeling tears clog my throat.
"I don't care. He deserves it anyway, how dare he lay his filthy hands on you? This fucking bastard. How dare he? He almost raped you. I will kill him and send him to the deepest pits of hell where he belongs," Ryan spat amidst heavy pants.
I shook my head and squeezed my eyes shut as I started weeping, "Please, just let him go, Ryan. He's not worth it. The bottom line is that he didn't do it, right? Do you want to go jail?"
"I don't care if I go to jail for killing a man like him,"
"If you go to jail, you will never see me and Jeremy again. What about the parental rights you wanted? Do you want Jeremy to grow up without remembering you?"
The fist Ryan was about to slam onto Lucas's face froze in the air as Ryan grunted heavily. I could see he was reconsidering it.
There was hope.
So, I continued talking, "You don't want Jeremy coming across the news of you murdering a pest like him as he grows, do you? Don't you want to make happy memories with your son? Don't you want to take him to father-son dates? Don't you want to be there on his first day of highschool?"
"I want to be there," Ryan whispered, his glare still not leaving Lucas form beneath him.
"So, please stop this," I whispered softly.
Ryan let out a disgruntled howl before he reluctantly dragged himself off Lucas, with his hands still balled by his sides.
He darted a final glare at him before he walked up to me, sat next to me on the empty space beside me, placed his hands on my shoulder, and looked into my eyes, "Are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital? Your face looks quite swollen and bruised," He muttered, tracing his fingers over the bruise.
I shouldn't be so turned on by what he was doing, but guess what? My fucked up mind and hormones instantly went delirious with lust, despite the situation.
I leaned my face into his hand before answering, "I'm fine. It's nothing. You should be concerned for yourself. Your hands are also wounded,"
He shrugged and smiled at me, dimples and all. I almost moaned but I bit on my lower lip to stifle the urge.
Just as he was about to reply, Lucas staggered up from the floor, smiled deliriously at me with his front teeth kissing and his entire face drenched with blood.
"You're fired, you stinky whore." He spat before limping out of the room, and slamming the door violently behind him.
I gasped and gazed fearfully at Ryan, "Don't worry, I will have my men lock him up in jail. Tonight will be his last night as a free man," He smiled, as if somehow reading my mind.
"Let's go to the hospital now," Ryan uttered, making to help me up from the bed.
But a wanton thought crossed my mind as I stared at the powerful flexing of his muscles, and I unknowingly creamed my panties with desire.
I had been three years away from Ryan's dick and I wasn't going to deprave myself of it.
I thought I was free from the shackles of intoxication, why then was I having such lewd thoughts?
"No," I whispered, tracing my fingers down his forearm.
Ryan raised a confused brow but he didn't utter a word, and I took that as the green light to gently push him on the bed and straddle him.
"Ophelia, we can't do this here. You're not in your right mind," Ryan tried to protest, but I could clearly see the lust in his eyes.
"Don't fight the feeling. I know you want this," I whispered, to which Ryan shook his head.
"No, baby. I d-"
"You called me baby. You want it, so shut up and fuck me," I smirked before sealing his lips with mine in a passionate kiss.