Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 107096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Almost. He was still the enemy.
I took one step forward, light and bouncy on my feet, and slammed my fist into his cheek as hard as I could. I started forward so I could slip through the doorway as he fell…
Except he didn’t fall. His head turned a little, but his body barely moved. I bounced off him and staggered back, my arm aching: it had been like punching a warm granite statue.
He slowly turned his head to look at me and ran his hand over his cheek. “Ow,” he said darkly.
He wasn’t just big, he was used to getting hit, able to take the punishment. My stomach dropped...but a tiny, secret part of me went fluttery, again. It wasn’t often I met someone who could take me on. This man could actually win, if I wasn’t careful, and that was a little bit thrilling. And he was so controlled: any other man would have spat insults at me but he just scowled and stretched his shoulders, readying himself.
“Let’s try that again,” he growled.
And he ran at me.
3
COLTON
I lowered my head and charged like a bull, each big stride shaking the room. I was raging at myself for letting my guard down. She’d cast a fucking spell on me. That long red hair, that accent and all that teasing...she’d gotten me so horny, I’d forgotten she was dangerous.
Now I had to get her under control. Quickly and quietly, so the neighbors didn’t hear and call the cops. I’d grab her and ram her up against the wall, then flip her around and get the cuffs on her…
Except it didn’t work out like that. As I grabbed her, she fell backwards, tumbling gracefully, and used my own momentum to launch me through the air. All two-hundred and seventy pounds of me crashed into the sliding, mirror-fronted doors of her closet. The mirrors shattered and came raining down in tinkling shards all around me. One of the doors came off its tracks and fell to the floor next to me with a boom so loud it made my ears ache. Well, the neighbors sure heard that.
I clambered to my feet and chased after her, catching her in the living room. I grabbed a handful of her leather jacket and hauled her back: she broke free, but it let me get in front of her and block her path again.
I was mad, now. This mission was my big chance and I was screwing it up. I’d been wrong to let my guard down and I’d been wrong to get mad and charge at her. Well, now I’d do it right. She was about to learn what made me good at my job.
I bent my knees, getting my weight low, and slowly moved towards her.
4
TANYA
I watched him stalk towards me, my breathing going tight. Chyort, that wasn’t good. He was taking his time, this time: I wouldn’t catch him out with a judo throw again. And from the way he moved, weight low and feet spread, he was a wrestler. That was just about the worst case scenario, for me. All he had to do was get close enough to grab me and his weight and power meant that he’d easily overpower me.
That tremor, again, deep inside. I blinked, incredulous that there was some tiny part of me that wanted that, that wanted to be pinned and...mastered. I buried the feeling deep, grabbed a book from the bookshelf and hurled it at him. Then another, and another. I knew they wouldn’t hurt him, but all I needed was for him to flinch and duck, and then I could slip past him…
But he didn’t flinch. He kept his eyes locked on me as he batted the books away with those huge hands. And the whole time, he was slowly advancing.
We met in the middle of the living room and began to move back and forth, me ducking and dodging, trying to find a path past him to the door, and him sidestepping, arms outstretched, blocking me. I made the mistake of venturing too close to one of those huge hands and he grabbed my wrist. In a split-second, he levered my arm up behind my back, making me gasp in pain. He walked me over to the wall and pushed me up against it face-first. His whole body was pressed to my back and I could feel the heat of him throbbing through my clothes. I caught my breath as I felt his hard cock, the base of it grinding against the top of my ass cheek, the tip of it right down—God, he’s that big?
He put his mouth to my ear, his beard roughly scratchy in a way that unleashed a shower of silver sparks in my chest. Then he spoke in that growly, country voice and the sparks coalesced into heavy liquid silver that ran right down to my groin. “Are you gonna be a good girl?”