Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
“Yes, Miss D’Angelo.” I lock eyes with her and notice fear flitting over her face.
Nervously she rambles, “I’m not questioning you. I just want to know why I have to fight Mr. Petrov. He’s had two years of training, whereas I’ve had…none.”
Forcing myself to be patient with the girl, I answer, “That’s why he’s paired with you. Mr. Petrov is the best in his class. You and Miss Sartori need to be on par with the other attendees before we can proceed with the lessons, or you’ll both end up bloody and half-dead every day.”
Aurora accepts her fate and follows Misha to the back of the studio, where exercise equipment and weights are set up.
“Should I continue with training?” Caspian asks me.
I nod. “You and Paula can swap places in thirty minutes so you can spar with Duarte.” With all the attendees taken care of, I turn my attention to Abigail.
The corner of her mouth starts to lift in a seductive smirk that has my blood growing hotter.
Time to teach her another lesson.
Not saying a word, I walk to an open sparring mat, and when I turn around, I watch with annoyance as Abigail saunters closer as if she has all the time in the world.
Sucking in a deep breath, I let it out slowly. The moment she steps onto the mat, I dart forward. I duck, and my right shoulder slams into her stomach while I grab hold of her arm. In a matter of a second, I flip her over and she falls onto her back with a startled shriek.
I circle her, a bored expression on my face. “Your lack of training is pathetic.”
Abigail scowls at me as she climbs to her feet. “You can take that up with my father.” Her eyes flash with a mixture of anger and desire. “Hence the daddy issues.”
Christ, here we go again.
Her body is tense, and she’s on guard while she watches me like a hawk. “By the way, I prefer spankings to being tossed around.”
Lunging at her, I swipe her feet from under her, and the instant her ass hits the floor, I straddle her hips. Grabbing hold of her wrists, I force her arms above her head and lock them to the mat with one of my hands.
Abigail lets out a breathless chuckle. “Much better.” Her eyes dance with a daring light. “You look good on top of me.”
“Christ!” I mutter as my anger spirals out of control. Leaning down until we’re face to face, I fucking hope to God this woman sees I’m dead serious as I growl, “In my eyes, you’re a fucking child.”
Yeah, that’s not what my hand and dick thought last night while I climaxed at the memory of her seductive face and taunting words.
Shoving the thought away, I say, “I wouldn’t fuck you if my life depended on it.”
Pushing away from the woman, I climb to my feet and bark, “Up!”
Just as she gets up, I swipe her feet from beneath her again, then order, “Up!”
I keep dropping her ass to the floor, and only when rage burns in her eyes do I pin her to the mat again, sneering, “You’re fucking weak.”
Her body strains beneath mine, the friction of her soft curves taunting every hard inch of me.
“No, you’re just an asshole,” she snaps at me. Her stubborn gaze locks with mine, and she pushes against me again. “Stop trying to show me how good you are and teach me how to protect myself.”
The corner of my mouth curves up. “Free yourself from this position, and I’ll consider it.”
Abigail struggles for a couple of minutes before crying angrily, “Jesus!”
I let out a dark chuckle before capturing her eyes. “You’re such an easy fucking target. With the hit out on your family, you won’t last long.”
“Fuck you,” she growls. When her body bucks up again, I climb off of her.
The second she’s on her feet, I step closer to her. Abigail lifts her chin, pure rage burning in her eyes while she rubs her wrists. The grip I had on her left red marks.
“Do you know what happens to a mafia princess if she’s captured?” The scowl on her face darkens as I hiss, “You’ll be passed from soldier to soldier, and only once being raped becomes a way of life to you, and they’ve killed your will to live, will they end your miserable existence.” I close the distance between us until I can feel her angry breaths on my jaw. “The bratva has many soldiers. You’ll be lucky if you see the same face twice. Can you handle that kind of wear and tear, little girl? Do you think you’ll be able to flirt your way out of the certain torture that awaits you?”
I can see how every word from my mouth delivers a blow to Abigail until she stares at me with a horror-struck expression. Still, she fights back by grinding the words through a clenched jaw, “Then do your fucking job and teach me how to protect myself instead of being a dickhead.”