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He lunges at me before I can register him on his feet, grabs my throat and runs back with me while groaning in anger, slamming me against the wall.
“Ah!” I gasp on impact, closing and opening my eyes, gripping his wrist with both hands.
He laughs in my face. “I'm not your little friend James.”
I choke in his grasp, my head getting dizzy, then I whack the inside of his elbow to buckle his arm.
“Neither am I.”I punch him in the face, causing his nose to burst open.
He isn't bothered. He tries to grab me again but I fight him off, cross-whacking his hands away but he keeps coming at me.
I've nowhere to go, so I boot him in the stomach with lower body force and wind him.
While he's bent over, I try to dash out of the living room but he fists the back of my hair.
“Aargh!” I spin around and pound at his chest, forcing him to free me. I can't go too crazy. Maksim is going to kill me for this as it is.
When Charlie is a few feet away, forced back by my attack, I jump up on one foot to kick him in the face with my other. He catches my ankle and yanks me forward; drops me to the floor.
“Awh!” I grimace as my back slams against the hard marble floor.
I don't let my pain take over my process. I bolt upright and try to grab his hand on my ankle but right now he's quicker than I am. I'm not on par tonight. He catches my wrist, still gripping my ankle in his other hand, and manages to flip me over so my face is sliding against the cold floor.
“That's more like it,” he says in my ear with humor. He gets both my arms behind my back and holds them there in one of his hands. He then grabs a hand-full of my hair again and hauls me to my feet; turns me around so I'm facing him. I have no choice but to stand here against him. If I fight while in this position and he pushes my arms up my back, they'll snap.
“You're fast...” He tugs on my hair to make me look at him, bending my neck back. His chest is hard against my breasts, crushing me to him.
I pant angrily, a little out of sorts. If only I had grabbed my gun and shot this bastard.
Through heavy eyes, he glances between my eyes and my mouth, and then he smirks like he's won. “Tell me, Blaire, why shouldn't I have done that?” He's enjoying this, I just now realize.
Is this what he wanted? To fight me?
I glare at him with wrath, at the stark perfection of his face. He's so fucking handsome it's stupid, even with his nose running red, smothering his top lip. His eyes are the most perfect shade of blue, darker under this light. His olive skin is flawless, begging to be marked.
“You really are a pretty little thing,” he whispers, his expression softening as he tips his head.
What?Are we thinking the same thing, of each other's beauty?
“I've never seen a girl so pale with a million freckles who is so wildly pretty.” He leans down then, putting us nose to nose.
“You need to let me go,” I say in a panic, trying to shove away from him because he's going to try and kiss me.
He pushes my arms further up my back. I wince, squeezing my face in agony. My arms feel like they're going to pop out of their sockets.
“Stop fighting,” he says, then his lips seal over mine, catching my pleading,no!
Everything goes blank. I can't see a thing, nor can I breathe. The air is caught in my throat.
Charlie is surprisingly gentle in taking my mouth, humming with pleasure, his lips soft and full.
I think about biting his tongue as it probes tenderly at my mouth, but I don't. I just keep my lips together, basking in the sensations of his smooth face on mine, his tongue doing this mind-blowing slow licking thing across my upper lip.
My veins buzz with unfamiliar sensations, every inch of my body inundated with... with... I don't fucking know. I'm so...
...In my entire life of battle and blood, I've never, ever, felt anything like this before.
“C'mon, Blaire,” his breath smells like brandy, spicy and hot, “let that wrought iron guard down.”
