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“Don’t threaten me with a good time, sweetheart,” he grunts, trying to drag me back down the stairs.
I rear back with my elbow, aiming for something soft and sensitive. His face, his throat, anything will do. He manages to block the blow and shoves me sideways so that I slam chest first against the wall to the side of the staircase.
My chest heaves as I suck in air, and I can feel him pressed hard against my back, breathing just as heavily as I am as he pins me to the wall. The air is electric between us, and his muscles are taut against me. He’s not as thick as Wild Eyes, lean where the other man is beefy, but he’s strong, and I’m not making much progress in struggling to get away from him.
“Let it go,” he hisses in my ear. “You’re not going to get out of here like this.”
The fuck I’m not.
I lift my foot and kick backward, finding his knee with the heel of my shoe. He makes a pained noise, and his grip loosens enough for me to be able to wiggle my way free and start racing up the stairs again.
He’s not far behind me, though, grabbing me and spinning me around to face him. I almost lose my balance, but I manage to shove him back as we fight our way to the top of the steps.
Four Eyes gets in behind me again, and I can feel his breath hot and heavy against the back of my neck. One hand comes around to grab at my neck, and I reach up to try to force it away, but he gets a grip on my throat before I can do anything.
His hand is big enough to cut off my air, and I try to suck in a breath before he squeezes, but I can feel myself going lightheaded.
It’s hard to focus when I can’t fucking breathe, and he’s pulling me, trying to drag me back down toward their shitty dungeon as he chokes me.
But I can’t let that happen.
I claw at his wrist, trying to break his grip, and I keep shoving my body backward in an attempt to throw him off balance. When I give another forceful shove, he stumbles, missing a step or just losing his balance, and that’s enough of an opening for me to push him away and get free, gasping for breath.
My head is spinning from having my air cut off like that, but I sprint to the top of the stairs and shove the door open. I’m barely through it when the man catches me by the arm in a hard grip, and I whirl around, ready to fight back. I’m not giving up until I’m out of here.
But then a voice cuts in, cracking through the air like a whip.
“You’d better stop that shit right now,” Green Eyes tells me, his tone low and serious. “Unless you want a bullet through your head.”
