Chapter 71 Dean Almost Beat Frank To Death 1
NADIA
I was kissing Frank, but not willingly, rather out of revenge for Dean kicking me out of his house because of that little dog.
As much as I feel an explosive attraction for Dean, he has no right to treat me like a disposable object that he uses and then throws away.
"He will pay for what he did to me today."
Frank was kissing me while fondling my breasts and my butt and even though his caresses felt good, I didn't feel any arousal.
It was as if I were kissing him just for the sake of kissing, without any chemistry or excitement.
He took off my pajama top, leaving my breasts exposed, and then he began to suck and gently bite them.
I didn't moan, I didn't speak, and I was far from having an orgasm but I returned his caresses, holding his hair, scratching his back under his shirt, and wrapping my legs around his waist.
We stayed at this slow and unsatisfying pace for quite some time, until I heard something that froze me to the bone.
"What the hell is this, Nadia?!" Dean shouted in a terrifying tone.
Frank jumped off me, and I widened my eyes at the look on Dean's face.
It was a harsh and angry expression, so angry that it made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, something that had never happened before.
He was breathing heavily, and his hands were clenched into fists.
His eyes were no longer light blue, but a dark, deep, and empty blue.
I grabbed my pajama top from the floor and put it on as quickly as I could.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, hiding my fear and replacing it with indignation.
I wasn't his girlfriend, much less his wife, to owe him explanations and if that damned title of "submissive" meant anything to him, it meant absolutely nothing to me.
"I came here to fuck you!" he yelled, approaching me.
"But I see that one got here first."
My eyes widened at what he said, and before I could slap him, Frank defended me.
"Don't talk to her like that!" Frank shouted, glaring at Dean.
But to his misfortune, Dean's anger seemed to be three times greater than his own.
"Oh, really?" Dean asked, approaching Frank with an angry expression.
"And who are you?"
"I'm her boyfriend!" he replied with the worst lie he could come up with at that moment.
The next thing I saw happened in the blink of an eye.
Dean went up to Frank and punched him in the nose, making him take three steps back.
Then he punched him in the stomach, and another in the jaw, and another in his left eye...
"Stop!" I screamed desperately.
"You're going to kill him!"
But Dean didn't stop; he continued to punch and kick Frank mercilessly.
He seemed possessed by something; he was out of control and furious.
I had never seen anyone like that in my life, so terrifying and without a shred of compassion.
I couldn't risk trying to break up the fight and getting punched like that; if I tried and that happened, I would faint instantly.
So I grabbed a flower vase from my small table and smashed it over Dean's head.
He trembled from the impact and fell unconscious to the floor.
Frank! - I yelled, kneeling in front of him and observing the mess Dean had made.
Frank was covered in blood, his nose was broken, his eye was bruised, and his ribs were definitely broken too.
I ran to my room and grabbed my iPhone from my dresser, then dialed the emergency number.
"Hello?" I said when a woman answered.
"My friend is seriously injured, I need an ambulance quickly!" I exclaimed desperately, and the woman told me to calm down and give her my address.
I gave my address and said he was badly hurt, but I didn't dare to say why and turn Dean.
Because during the fight I saw that Dean was out of his mind and that wasn't him, or rather, it was, I don't know.
Everything was so confusing now...
I ended the call and ran to the kitchen to grab some damp cloths.
Then I ran into the room and wiped some of the blood that was stuck to Frank's face.
He was unconscious, but to my relief, he was still breathing.
When I finished cleaning his face, I looked back and saw that Dean was still unconscious.
I couldn't leave him there, if the nurses who came to pick up Frank ask what happened, and I couldn't lie.
"Damn it! I could just tell the truth right away," I thought.
But I knew I couldn't do it, not before having a serious conversation with Dean.
So I dragged Dean to my room, and then I locked the door in case he woke up and tried to run away.
Five minutes later my doorbell rang, and I assumed it must be the nurses.
I opened the door quickly, and they rushed in and took Frank to the ambulance very carefully.
They asked if I wanted to go with them, but I said I needed to take care of something, and that I would go to the hospital afterwards.
Then they closed the back doors of the ambulance and sped off with the siren blaring.
Then I went inside, still shaken by everything that had happened, but that wouldn't stop me from having a good talk with Dean.
"I wanted him out of my life..."