In another universe

In another universe
In less than two steps I was on him, my fingers clutching at his throat and completely cutting off his air supply. He released Amelia , who took one look at the situation and ran into the back room to gather her things.
I pushed the drunken idiot back until he was between me and the wall, and his face turned a delicious shade of pale as he stammered in despair.
What gives you the right to touch her?" I asked in a harsh voice. I let him breathe long enough to answer as I held him still.
Fuck you. What are you, a fucking white knight? She's a whore. Who cares?
I do.
His nose crunched as I punched him, my fist aching from the collision with it. Blood gushed out of her as she collapsed.
"You broke my fucking nose," he screamed through the rush of blood as I turned to walk away. She was lucky there were too many witnesses for my trusty knife to make an appearance.
His friends crowded around him, as if they were going to cause trouble, but they pushed through when I gave them no leeway. I had learned as a child that the cat's defense mechanism would suit me just fine. No matter how big the other guy was, if you kept your claws up and your gaze crazed, it didn't take long for the others to back down. Most of the time. When intimidation doesn't work, many enemies lose their composure.
I was almost out the front door when a hand grabbed me by the shoulder. I twisted around, ready to face whoever it was. I came face to face with a security guard who said something to me in Spanish.
"English," I mumbled.
"Ah, yes. I wanted to apologize. One of my guys should have been there to get between them. We take girl safety very seriously here."
"My shoulders relaxed and I smiled at him. No worries, buddy."
Then I stepped out into the cool evening air, walking briskly down the street to the back alley, needing my girl in my arms.
AMELIA
I kicked off my heels and slipped on my sneakers, grabbed an oversized sweatshirt that someone had left on the back of a chair backstage and pulled it over my head. I stuffed the wads of bills in my front pocket and picked up the discarded clothes before heading for the back door. I had to get out fast before someone started asking me who I was.
The cold air hit my legs as I burst into the alley and the door clicked shut behind me.
"Hello, beautiful," Edward said in a husky voice as he appeared from a nook a few steps down.
Hi. I smiled as I walked over to him and hugged him. I was still feeling the excitement of my time on stage. It had been a long time since I had felt so alive. Are you okay?
Yeah. Just some drunken hooligans. Are you okay?
"I'm fucking great."
"Yeah, you are. What a spectacle you were on stage. No one could take their eyes off you."
Heat rose up my chest to my cheeks as he looked at me so intensely I thought I was going to burst. So you enjoyed it?
"Of course I did." His hands pushed into my hair and he kissed me hard. His tongue ran along mine as I moaned into his mouth. His kisses were like crack. No matter how many he gave me, they were never enough to quell the need that gripped me.
God, I'm so fucking horny," I whimpered as his lips brushed my neck, his hands sliding under my sweatshirt, touching the torn fishnet skirt.
His voice cracked as he lost control and pushed me back into the alcove he'd come from, until my back was pressed against the cold stone. Then he knelt, his mouth over my thong and the heat of his tongue brushing against the already wet material.
"Someone might see," I gasped as his fingers dug into my ass, pressing me hard against his mouth.
"Then let them enjoy the show, because I need to taste you right now, baby."
Her hair was soft between my fingers as I entwined them between her locks.
"Fuck," I moaned as he roughly pulled my thong to the side and slid his tongue against me.
"You taste so good, baby. That's it, take my tongue, baby."
Edward mumbled half his words against my pussy, making me throb. Damn, this guy. I twisted my fingers and gripped his hair tightly as he licked my clit, sending me into torrents of pleasure.
When he grunted against me, lifting one thigh above my shoulders for better access, I saw stars. When he roughly slid his tongue inside me, I arched my hips and moaned; the sensation sent me into fucking outer space. When he slid three fingers inside me and slowly penetrated me with them while licking my clit, he catapulted me into another universe.
I cum shuddered, gyrating against his face.
"Oh my God, Edward , yes. fuck, your tongue is insane."
"There's my girl, take it all, baby," he said against me, never stopping licking as my whole body trembled.
"I told you she was a fucking whore."
The English accent snapped me out of the reverie I was floating in as I looked up and saw the guy who had pinched me a few feet away. Edward was on his feet in front of me in a second as he pulled my hood down to cover me.
You just wanted her for yourself, didn't you?" said another one of the guys.
What did you call her? Edward's voice was laden with anger as he wiped his face with the back of his hand and stood up.
I counted them, all seven.
"I called her a whore." The guy with the bloody nose took a step toward Edward as I crouched behind him, the hair on the back of my neck standing up. You broke my fucking nose and now I want my turn with her. She looks like a screamer, and she'll take my cock for busting my nose.'
'I'd get your drunken fucking ass out of here before I'd cut your cock off.' Edward's fists clenched at his sides as he moved forward, causing the boys to back away.
"What's it to you? We'll pay you enough if you take all seven of them."
I shrank back against the wall and pulled my hood down to my thighs. Sweat prickled at the base of my spine as I searched for another way out. There was none.
"Last warning," Edward said , digging his fingers into his back pocket. Is this fight worth dying for?
The ringleader laughed. All right, tough guy, do you really think you can beat us all and come out on top?
Edward pulled the knife from his pocket and extended it to the side; the blade swung forward with a snap that drew more than one glance.
"Fuck it," one of them said, throwing up his hands and walking out of the alley, followed quickly by another.
"I'm not going to get myself killed for a faggot, man, let's go." One of the others grabbed the blood-covered asshole by the arm and tried to pull him away from us.
'It's all talk. He's not going to stab me.' He seemed a lot less sure of himself than he had a few minutes earlier.
I took a step forward, lifting my head and feigning a confidence I didn't feel at all.
"The last guy who touched me without my permission had his neck snapped in two with that same knife. I wouldn't hesitate to send you to hell with it."
She narrowed her eyes, looking from me to Edward and back to me. I don't believe you.
Then Edward jumped on him, throwing him to the ground as he shrieked. He lifted his bloody shirt and held the knife to his skin. Blood gushed from where he'd stuck the tip into the pale flesh.
Edward covered the guy's mouth with one hand as his friends looked on with wide eyes. Even his friends weren't willing to defend him. He really hoped Edward had no intention of gutting him. He was a dick, but he didn't need anyone else to die.
Within seconds, Edward stood up, wiping the bloody knife on the man's shirt. I looked at the red-covered skin and raised my eyebrows. Edward had scored a big bit of cock and balls on the guy's lower stomach.
Thank your lucky stars it's only skin deep. Now, when you go around trying to force yourself on women, I hope you think better of it.'
One of the other guys pulled out his phone and tried to take a picture of Edward , screaming as Edward walked up to him and snatched the phone away.What's the code?
the man mumbled, but didn't answer.
Edward smiled at him. I can take your pin code or your thumb. Your choice.
Eight-zero-zero-eight."
"Like a tit? How fucking mature." Edward typed it in to try it out. The home screen appeared and he put the phone away.