Free Winter's Heat by Tami Vinson Page A

roughly grabbed her long curly hair and pulled her head sharply back. The action made her neck feel like it would snap at the angle it was in, but she managed to bite back a cry of pain as she tried to bluff her way out of the now dangerous situation.
    “You had better get your hands off of me right now or I’m gonna kick your bony ass Randy. And if by some chance I don’t, Eric will when he finds out what you’ve done.” She threatened as she grabbed his hand to keep some to the tension off her neck and hair.
    “Your pretty little rich boy won’t care after I’m done with you. He won’t want the whore I’m gonna turn you into.” There was cold promise in his taunting words making his meaning all too clear.
    “Besides, I’ve been itching for a taste of you and now I’m gonna get it…” With those words, he reached down and grabbed the front of her dress and ripped the lightweight material straight down the middle exposing her strapless bra underneath.
    The pain of her hair was forgotten as fear took over and had her fighting like a Tasmanian devil swinging wildly at him striking him in the head and chest. While he was momentarily stunted by her blows, she used those precious moments to push past him and run stumbling from the kitchen into the living room to get to the safety of the front door. She didn’t make it any further than that as she felt the weight of him come down painfully hard on her from behind as he tackled her down to the carpeted floor.
    For the first time, it occurred to her to start screaming for help as she felt him shift on top and flip her over. She tried throwing him off her but that didn’t seem to faze him in the least as he captured both her hands and pinned them to the floor. Despite his bony build, he was just too strong for her.
    She couldn’t believe this was happening. Screaming wasn’t working and she was quickly losing the strength to fight him. Winter started outright sobbing in helpless outrage as Randy continued to grope and tear at her clothes angrily.
    She had one thought as she lay there feeling her strength ebb: Oh God, Eric, I need you….
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    Eric had just taken out his cell phone to call Winter as he walked up to the door of her apartment when he heard the faint sound of a woman’s agonized scream. The sound sent a hot and cold sensation coursing all through him because he knew with everything in him that it was Winter.
    Wasting no time, he charged the door and rammed it with his broad bulk like an enraged bull. The door was no match for his adrenaline pumped strength and gave way without much resistance. As he gained his bearings, he stepped further inside to quickly glance around and saw movement on the floor by the couch.
    What he saw galvanized him into action as a rage he’d never known instantly ran through his veins like molten lava. His movements were of a well trained killing machine as he grabbed Randy and slammed his fist repeatedly into the man’s face. The second punch he delivered produced a satisfying crunch quickly followed by a gush of blood knocking Randy off of Winter’s thrashing body to land in a crumbled heap across the room into the wall.
    He immediately followed to deal out some more punishment, but when Eric grabbed Randy’s dirty t-shirt, the man swayed listlessly in an unconscious state. Eric curled his lip in disgust at the picture Randy made.
    He still delivered a hard kick with his booted foot to the little creep’s leg for good measure because he felt somewhat cheated out of unleashing a full can of a good ass whooping on him. And right now in his book, Randy was the poster boy for one.
    He turned quickly when he heard a faint distressed moan come from Winter’s direction. With his heart in his throat, Eric moved quickly over to her and went to his knees besides her. The sight of her battered tearstained face tore at him and made him want to go back and murder Randy with his bare heads. The only thing that stopped him was the